Kinky Witch Novels & Stories

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

The pleasure was as strong as ever but she was slowly able to clear her mind enough to move. Her hands began stroking the other husk cocks as well. The witch worked them as quickly as she could, encouraged by their moans of enjoyment. Two-thirds of her husks still remained and crowded around her. She had plenty left to go. Aside from her boots and collar, the witch was completely naked now. Alicia began pushing back against the two husks fucking her, pressing herself even deeper on their cocks and bouncing along them.

“Now, get the fuck away from me. Iggy may be into gerontophilia, but not me.” Her nose wrinkled. I wonder if it is because she is pissed that I know it’s her. Or maybe her stomach is churning about the fact she’s fucking Iggy. I guess even an ancient hag like her has a standard, and Iggy is considered slumming it. I don’t care. Just care that it got her to take a few steps away from me. I don’t need her that close to my face. “Fine…” Shit Witch sneered as she wiped away my spit. And as if doing that was all it took, the wipe of her hand and the glamor was gone. I was looking at the mirror image of Katrina’s Bisnonna, the supposed good witch.

Beta Norman shrugged, “would be no use for us. This pack doesn’t use witches except for life and death situations.” “Yes, what was the witch’s name that we used when that little girl Trina got sick? Helena right?” Beta Norman’s face paled. “No, our pack witch is called Jade.” I shrugged, pretending not to care. “Must have heard the name somewhere else then. Maybe Mona mentioned it.” “What did she say?” Beta Norman asked curiously. “Nothing but lies.” I replied and I walked towards the door. “I won’t bother you with her delusional tales of mind control and dark magic.”

Wolf’s voice breaks at the end. “ Around this time…Katrina appeared out of nowhere. Surprisingly, she was another witch who had survived the slaughtering of the Western Coven of witches. She was the cousin sister of Alpha King’s mate and she hated her cousin for not protecting their family better. She also wanted revenge and power and so my father accepted her and let her use her mind magic against humans. ” Shock hits me at once. Out of everything that he has told me…this seems to have hit the cords at last.

Elina shots as Silas whimper again, and Keira asks me what I'm doing. "Be quiet," I scream, my voice booming through the hallways. Keira and Silas go silent immediately, but the witch frowns and tries to pull her hands away. "Do I look like one of you beta bitches? Do not tell me when to speak." "Bitch shut up; he is the alpha," Keira screams. "Wereslut, do not speak to me. He is your Alpha, not mine." "Who are you calling a slut?" Keira asks; my head starts pounding from the arguing.

She struggled slightly to get in and looked up at me somewhat embarrassed. “Short people problems”, she laughed shyly and shrugged her shoulders The moment she got in I got hit with the most intoxicating smell. It smelled like cinnamon and sugar mixed with something floral that I couldn’t quite recognize. Ajax started pacing in my head practically salivating over this girl we didn’t even know, who wasn’t even a werewolf, but a witch! What was his deal? “So Sierra, is it? Your dad tells me you’re in your senior year! That’s exciting”, my dad said breaking me from my own thoughts.

She was charming and knew how to pick the right outfit for her build because everything she was ever seen in looked perfect on her. That, however, was not all she was known for. Max Kane was a drama queen. Or so they said. I heard she “doesn't take jokes lightly” and was quite mischievous, to say the least. More importantly, Max Kane is very belligerent and very hostile. This was to the extent that she became feared. Why? Well, that was the bit I never really understood. How dangerous could a not-very-powerful witch be? “Uhm . . . I don't know what you're talking about,” I said, my voice sounding way lower than I would have liked it too.

She stood still, trying to resist the force but it overwhelmed her and forced her to the ground. "Arrrhh!" She roared as she changed into a Witch-Wolf, as huge as a bear. She jumped around with force, sniffing around her. Some men were sitting at a corner, drinking from some bottles on the floor. They were speaking gibberish as they nodded their head from left to right in rhythm to music playing from a Small stereo. "What is that thing by the corner of the road?" One of them asked with squinting eyes, pointing at a creature by the road.

The chain behind me extending to allow the motion. The woman floated towards me and stopped a few inches from me. I recognized her as a sorcerous not by her appearance, but rather her ora. She was dressed all in black with a cape covering most of her face. All I could see were her eyes, which were glowing green. "What is your name, witch?" She asked me. I refused to answer. I only glared at her. She came closer and grabbed me by my hair, forcing my eyes to hers she peered into them as if she were looking directly into my soul. She released me. "I see." She said. "Tell me Mandalynn are you with child?"