Kinky Witch Novels & Stories

God better that bandana is clean, that’s what I hope internally as I glare at him one last time through my moistened lashes. The driver opens the door yanking me out which I didn’t cause any trouble. David gets out from the car right behind me in fear of me running away. I mentally laugh at the thought that how afraid they look being the werewolves as I am a mere witch who didn’t posses any powers yet. “Alpha is waiting eagerly for this chick”, driver chuckles wickedly as my skin gets pricked with goosebumps. As David’s hand grabs my arm yanking towards the woods I mentally prepare for what am going to do.

~Zayne~ I stared at the unconscious brunette-haired witch, many thoughts ransacked my head but the one dominating was me wishing Tiffany and I could be in a different situation. It hurts me to see her being chained to a chair, but if this is what would make her go back to her senses then I have no choice but to do this.

*Amber* "Is everything ready in the dressing rooms ?" Amber was looking at her assistant Anna. Anna, who was a young girl with short spiky black hair and a lot of piercings, nodded vigorously. "Yep, everything is exactly as ordered". "Good, I don't want any trouble tonight, Sam can be quite temperamental". Amber said. She, if anyone, knew that rock stars weren't always easy to work with, and Sam Quincy who was performing tonight was especially troublesome.

The last thing I needed was more trouble. By afternoon, the trees thinned out and the path joined a bigger road. I saw other travelers. A group of young mages chatting about academy entrance tests. A merchant with a cart full of glowing potions. I joined the flow of people, keeping my head down and listening. "Did you hear about the witch at the werewolf execution?" one mage whispered to his friend. "They say she grew dragon wings and disappeared. The Alpha King is furious. He has patrols out everywhere." I kept my face blank and walked past them. My heart beat faster. Kael really was not giving up. Good thing I looked nothing like the girl they burned at the stake.

Who knows what happens next? After all, the Vire Queen had always been pretty unreadable and unconventional. She is a strong and powerful witch. And she can make any man beg on his knees just to avoid her wrath and anger. Apart from that, she also possesses that perpetual beauty that will never make her age and really give her a quality to remain a Queen for the powerful kingdom. But getting married with the young prince, what would that even give them?

he said urgently, prompting me to quickly throw on my clothes. I opened the door wider, and to my astonishment, there stood a group of Alphas, bowing on their knees. Their deference struck me as strange and unexpected. As I scanned the room, my gaze landed on two witches cloaked in black robes, their presence unsettling me further. Why had they brought a witch along with them? “Alpha King Xavier,” one of the witches began, her voice steady but laced with urgency, “we are sorry for all that we did. Please, we need your help.” Her words caught my attention, pulling me into the gravity of the situation.

“How does she know that?” Before he could respond however, the snotty voice that belonged to the witch in question came from the open door behind me. “I have my ways”, she said as she walked into the room where we stood and sashayed over to my mate to link her arm through his. Bianca wasn’t actually a witch, she was more like a devil’s incarnate in blonde disguise. I hated her exactly two seconds after meeting her when she had looked at me like I was worthless and then proceeded to embrace my mate in a way that was entirely too seductive even for my innocent mind.

Kyla said as she corked the vial and took a step forward. We headed back to the house, hoping that this potion would be the answer to our prayers, thinking of the courage and strength my friend had shown. She had been so scared, yet she had stayed determined and pushed forward. Kyla was a white witch, a protector of our pack, and I would follow her to the ends of the earth if I had to. No matter what, I knew she would never give up. When we arrived in the living area, we saw Kurt walking back and forth. He paused when he noticed us. His eyes widened when he gazed at the vial Kyla was holding in her shaking hands. "Is it done?"

She said and Kevin’s eyes brightened up. “Then do it… please make me…” he said. Casandra ignored him and picked up a small vaseline from the bag she hung around her neck like a hunter going on a hunting spree. She recited some enchantment and the vaseline started glowing. Cynthia and Kevin watched as the Witch performed her fest. Kevin thought that having her in the Pack wasn’t a bad decision after all.

Alone there, Allen glanced around uneasily, until the rattle of chains approached could be heard approaching him. Barely recognizable after sustaining multiple wounds and covered in heavy magic constraints, was the Witch. Her vivid yellow eyes shining through the darkness first, it clung to the woman’s long hair instead. Black as night, it cascaded over her shoulders down to her waist making her pale skin more pronounced. Wearing only a thin white dress, which fit her poorly. It hung loosely from the Witch’s shoulders, doing nothing to hide her from her audiences’ scrutiny. Thinking she appeared younger to him now, Allen reminded himself that Chiri Krane was only one year older than himself