Kinky Witch Novels & Stories

My knees buckled as the sudden, overwhelming silence in my head left me breathless, dizzy, and completely drained of strength. The witch caught me before I hit the ground. Her amber eyes swept over my features, filled with a deep, mesmerizing fascination that made my skin prickle. She traced the contour of my cheekbone with her thumb, her lips curving into a smooth, intoxicating smile. “Drag her away!” Rourke coughed violently, clutching his bruised throat as he leaned against the pillow for support. “Take her to the dungeons!” “No,” the black fox spirit witch purred softly. Her voice sounded like cool water flowing smoothly over river rocks—rich, velvety, and dangerously inviting. “Leave he

He gritted, yet that didn’t scare me. I am a witch; a mere Alpha like Theodore can’t shake me off with their orders. Not only me but every other witch, the authority voice doesn’t move them and it never did. “Then I guess you will prefer the hard way.” He uttered and I was taken by surprise when I felt a spark jolt through my entire body.

It was winter period when I first found my mate, she was beautiful and fair, had skin as white as snow, her hair was as flowy as velvet, and she had the voice of an angel. Perhaps, I was biased because she was mine, but it was the truth, one thing that kept me from pursuing her at first was that she was a witch. We werewolves and witches were not that close, we tend to get on each other’s nerves, so I knew my father would not approve, he was big on keeping to the rules.

I asked again, and this time, Mom responded, " Agatha, you're going to ascend the leadership of your grandmother" My Grandmother was one of the most feared and powerful witches; her power reigned supreme before she was brutally killed by the system _ Hybrid Zandor. Zandor was the son of one of the witches in the council, but when his father was accused of performing black magic, Zandor swore to make the lives of everyone living and that of the council ( the system) for unjustly accusing his father of black magic; which eventually took his own life.

Forgetting the broken glass on the floor, I scrambled closer, my voice incredulous. "What did you just say the missing White Wolf King's name was?" The witch selling toads, her face alight with excitement, shoved a yellowed magical newspaper in front of me. "Bruce Silvermoon! Cici, you're always so buried in your potions, you probably don't follow this stuff. He's the sole Alpha heir of the Silver Moon Pack, the biggest celebrity in the werewolf world!"

Fury bubbled in Helena's gut as she flung open the doors to the room the meeting was taking place, her magic causing the air around her to crackle. "Wh-, What is the meaning of this?" Stuttered one of the gathered Weres, as he tried and failed, by his wide-eye stare, to appear unaffected by her presence. Helena prowled deeper in, ignoring his question, the sound of her soles tapping against the wooden floorboards echoing in the quiet room.

“Good job princess.” I looked around seeing others walking into the woods. One man, a tall slim man dressed all in a black robe was burning something in the fire. The smell seemed to be white. I don’t know why white was the word that first came to me, maybe pure. I looked up at Nikko, “Is he a witch?” Nikko looked down at me, “a warlock maybe. I don’t think he would take kindly to you calling him a witch.” He arched his brow, “why Samantha are you a witch?”

I gasped, trying to shift, to let my wolf take over, but the spell was too strong. My body contorted, bones snapping, fur sprouting across my skin. I howled in pain as I shifted unwillingly, my body forced into its wolf form, and when I looked up, I saw her eyes, cold and unforgiving. “This is your punishment,” Elysia hissed. “You will never be human again.”I tried to fight it, but I was powerless. My body twisted, trapped in my wolf form, unable to shift back. I growled lowly, but she was gone before I could react. With a final look of contempt, she left, slamming the door behind her.I ran.

Celestine The towering stained-glass windows, depicting the Moon Goddess in all her divine cruelty, cast fragmented rays of light across the polished marble floor. “Do you, Alpha Killian Storm, take Celestine St. Vireaux as your wife?” The first time I felt Killian Storm, I was seventeen. The mate bond settled into my bones like a promise. A pull so deep, so unshakable, I thought the Moon Goddess herself had reached into my chest and tied me to him.

THE RED-HAIRED WITCHES COVEN The door to the inner chamber of the white witch opened slowly and two little kids peeped into the room. "Not again, Kira and Kiran!!" A woman in her early forty shouted from the inner chamber. The little children ran off giggling as usual. It had been their routine to peep at her. They had always admired her beautiful white hair. Although she wasn't a member of the red-haired witches and was found half-dead some years ago. Every member of the coven loved and cherished her. Not just because she was beautiful, but because she was a kind-hearted woman and has helped make the coven stronger and safe from the hand of Rose.