Innocent Witch Novels & Stories

NOVA I recognized one of those witches who came—Maren, the Supreme witch's most trusted subordinate. She was once accused of using dark magic, but Cybele, the Supreme, used her power to make the whole case magically disappear. Maren was considered a beauty. She had long raven hair and mysterious onyx eyes with a ruby ring glowing on the inner side of her pupils. Her looks were astonishingly underlined by her Snow-White-like complexion. If that wasn't enough, Mother Nature was also generous to her in the sexy curve department, making her a perfect men's temptress. In the coven, she was responsible for signing contracts with wealthy men, using every possible female-like and magical trick in th

She continued, "Very soon, your witch which lies dormant in you would begin to show itself. You were able to hypnotize that man at your shop because it has activated only a bit. The witch is as powerful as the wolf but more cunning. "What do you mean by cunning mum?" Lucia asked with enthusiasm. "It's cunning and yes, both belong to you, but they can be manipulated if you don't learn to control them. You should learn how to. Another battle would break out and your safety and the safety of some people would depend on how well you were able to control your beasts..." She said and went mute... She began to fade with the darkness until no trace of her was seen.

Higgins’ eyes narrowed and darkened. “I’m not a witch, and none of that stuff was used to hurt anyone. It’s just herbs!” Trevor scoffed. “So you confess?” “I’m not confessing to anything. I’m not a witch, and I’ve never hurt anyone.” “Young lady, it was herbs that killed our Luna. Have they sent you to kill Maverick as well?” Higgins snapped. His words hit me like leather connecting with skin. “I would never—” “We won’t take any risks this time. You are being formally charged by the Daciana Pack Council for the attempted murder of Alpha Heir Maverick Campbell and the crime of witchcraft.”

He replied, “Our pack oracle told me and my dad that Dahlia was after me, so they sent me to live in the mountains in a shack the pack had there. I had been there plenty of times, so I knew how to survive. I was like you. They taught me how to survive without using magic and on my own. She found me. I tried to hide from her, but she grabbed me and beat the shit out of me. She broke my legs to keep me from running. I think they may be healed now.” “Well,” I sighed, “now that I know who you are, I will tell you a little more about myself. I am a witch, raised by Queen Winnie of the White Witch Coven.” Everyone gasped as I continued, “I know how lucky I was that it was her who found me. I alway

, I assure myself sitting on my office chair turning on my laptop. Soon the dark screen was brighten up with the picture if aurora in which she is smiling innocently looking at the ducks in the pond. This picture of her was taken by Edward two years ago and I had to trade my favourite 70’s pocket watch with him for this picture. “Beautiful”, I murmur looking at her smile in the picture. Who knows the girl smiling and laughing looking all normal in between humans is not just a simple girl but my queen, the last witch on the earth who will hold all the powers of her ancestors in her petite body. The trauma she had to go by watching her parents killed in a massacre led by pack of werewolves in

The magic that she had happily used to help Rigel conquer and destroy innocent packs, thinking it would make him love her and treat her like she was worth something to him. Once upon a time, Helena had despised her magic and saw it as a curse. Being born as a werewolf who did not get a wolf form on her twelfth birthday, had made her an anomaly and her ability to do magic had made her even stranger, causing her to isolate herself from others. Her family and pack had been supportive and kind, pushing when she pulled away from them and creating ways to ensure she could be involved in everything but it was never enough. Her Father and Brother could turn into majestic beasts that ran as fast as t

“I’m sorry but I am off the menu tonight, but I certainly have plenty of ladies that will please you,” “You think I would come all the way over from my Pack for some pleasure?” “Then enlighten me,” I inched my face closer to hers. “I know you’re a Witch,” her eyes twitched in shock and my smile deepened. “You might have hidden it so well from the others but I know a Witch when I see one no matter the concealer spell you use.” She cleared her throat. “Why don’t we go somewhere private?” She looked around suspiciously, obviously she didn’t want the people around to know of her true identity. She led me up the stairs and into her cabinet.

Stone, her mate, stood steadfastly by her side, his posture rigid and ever-vigilant, acting as an impenetrable shield for his new family. Ms. Polly stepped forward from the front of the crowd, her presence commanding an immediate, absolute silence. The elder witch wore a flowing gown of deep violet, her silver hair woven with tiny, glowing crystals that pulsed with an ethereal, ancient light. In her hands, she carried the sacred pack basin, filled with shimmering, silver-infused water that reflected the light of the April moon shining through the high glass ceiling.

I forced a shaky smile on my face while my brain reminded me to be a nice evil witch. Evil was subjective in the witch community. I could raise the dead and snatch the soul or power from a being. It had pretty much been a given that I would be cast as the evil witch of the West Coast Coven. But truly, like humans, witches were neither inherently good nor evil. There were many other witches in the West Coast that could have a decent shot at my title—the wily little bitch that had cursed me for starters—but not a single one of them was going to get it. I’m the best Goddess-damned evil witch in the whole of the country and I’d love to see them come and take me down.

Innocence was her accessory, her gem, a magnetizing trait of hers that pulled even the devil towards her. She was innocent and she was not acting like one. No, as he thought, she was pure like an angel. She knew nothing about what he wanted her to do. She would not even realize his forbidden intentions until he showed her. He smirked as a thought came inside his head for confirmation, and trust me, baby, soon, I will show you my dear intentions. My fantasies with you are not so decent. His eyes flickered once and then twice. He noticed the redness in her eyes. He saw her crying but never realized that the girl was scared of him so much that she did not even stop crying since he did not know