Hello I Am A Witch And My Crush Novels & Stories

“Piss off, Chris. I’m not gay. My problem is that my mate is a witch.” Chris’s smile faltered, his brows pulling together in confusion. “Wait, what? A witch? Dude, that’s impossible. Werewolves don’t get witches as mates. That’s unheard of. The Moon Goddess must’ve made a mistake.” I ignored his comment, grabbing the files and flipping through them to distract myself from the growing frustration. “I don’t need a mate. Mates are for weak men.” I shot him a smirk. “Weak men like you, Chris. And yes, my mate is a witch. The same witch I’m supposed to protect, ironically. It goes against the Lycan law. The pack would never accept a half-witch as Luna.”

She leaned up against a tree, putting her hand up for support, but her finger withdrew into a ball as she clenched her fist. I stared at her, waves of brown hair dancing in the breeze. She had cruelly turned away from me. I wanted to see her face every second for the rest of my life. There she was, my mate. I didn’t even need Pan to tell me that is who was meant for me. She wasn’t even a werewolf. She was a witch...the most beautiful witch I had ever seen. This is how I meet my mate? What kind of sick joke was this? I tried to scramble to my feet, but my body still felt obscenely heavy. Slowly I stood up as straight as I could manage and took step after step, painstakingly being drawn into h

Her voice hurried. I did not answer her but watched her hurriedly walked away from me. My eyes widen in disbelief and suddenly it came to my comprehension -- Maria Cruz was a witch.

Panting, we looked straight at each other. “Maybe you are not hopeless.” I nodded closing my eyes. But I jerked them open feeling his lips on mine. He never deepened the kiss. Just looked at me for a while. “I want you to meet someone” he announced, standing up. “Whom?” “A witch. She lives in human realm so prepare for a trip, we leave after coronation.” I sit there looking at his back as he disappeared into the house. I felt something.

I shouted, grabbing her by the arm and dragging her into a deserted hallway so the rest of the pack wouldn't see us fighting. I slammed her back against a stone pillar, pinning her there with my weight while I leaned in close, my face inches from hers. "Get out of my head, Ilyra, and stop using your witch tricks to manipulate me like I’m some kind of pet," I demanded, my voice cracking with the strain of trying to figure out what was real and what was a hallucination.

They both stand there with their mouths open and it is when I am rummaging in the bag looking for salt does the one near me speak, "a witch!" The realization hits him and I smile at him. "Bingo!" I say. "What are you? You are giving off the aura of a beta but you are a witch?" He asks and I smile as I have found the salt. "Oh, I am everything. A wolf, a vampire, a witch, everything," I say with a smile and I can see the gears in their minds rotating. "Don't think about it. If I were you, I wouldn't attack me. In fact, I would try to befriend me," I say but the two idiots don't listen to me.

I have to find a way to get over this crush. Maybe it's because he's the first guy I've ever crushed on or liked that's why it'll be hard to get over him but I'll do it eventually. I still haven't asked Carmen about that stuff so I decided to check up things on Mate on my laptop during the week but it all talked about soulmate. Just when I wanted to end my search, I saw an article with Anonymous as name and it talked about the werewolves.

The moment the witch seized my powers continued to replay in my mind, and hell, it was damn traumatic. "I don't want to talk to her. She can't offer any positive thoughts on this. She's a witch. Witches aren't friendly to anyone but themselves," I replied, refusing to move further. He let out a quiet sigh as he held my hands, making me look into his soft gaze.

She recoils slightly, her hands smoothing over her lap as she searches for her dignity. She lets out a sarcastic laugh. “Haha! I’m just teasing you. I’m sorry,” she whispers, the "ice queen" facade cracking just enough to show the bruise underneath. “I didn’t mean to… I couldn’t help myself from seeing how you’d react.” “It’s cool,” I say quietly, my voice steady. “Really, Megan. It’s fine.” She nods, unable to meet my eyes now. She looks away, focusing intently on a yellow highlighter cap. “When you’re ready for the surprise party stuff… just let me know. The offer stands. No strings.”

Igor: “ What brands are these? Kataleya: “ It doesn't matter... Igor: “ For me it has… Kataleya: “ I have had it since I was born… Igor: “ They’re beautiful! Kataleya: “ Not everyone thinks the same way! I still remember that when I was little, my mother was afraid that someone would see my marks! In my village, witches are always frowned upon! Igor: “ You're different from the ones I know! I confess that before I met you, I said I would never become attached to a witch... Kataleya smiled and looked at her hands: “ Each year that passes, the marks become more visible! Igor: “ Yes! Just as you mark my heart… Kataleya shook her head: “ Igor… Igor put his hand on his face and approached him.He