Lust Witches Novels & Stories

Lucifer “I’m sorry, Gabriel, but I don’t remember much about my sisters. Even in my visions, their faces were obscured by shadows. I don’t even know their human names. I just referred to them by their horsemen names. All I can tell you is that they were close to my age. The other had brown hair and oddly shaded eyes, and the other had red hair. The only thing they had in common is that they all seemed to be frightened of someone who wanted to hurt them. I don’t remember anything else. I’m sorry,” Michael sits forward in his seat and places his elbows on his knees thoughtfully. “We understand, chérie.” Rafael looks intently into the fireplace and frowns, “Perhaps we can speak to a witch. Ther

“How do you find these women, Lucifer? Do you just drag them off the streets, or do you actually find women who like pain?” “I attract women, Anais. They come to me. I explain what I like, and they agree, it really is that easy.” Okay, he may stare at them, pushing them to agree, but they were interested in him anyway. “Websites Lucifer, there are websites and clubs where you can find women who love this stuff, rather than tricking innocent, vulnerable women into here who have no idea what they are agreeing to.” “Nails, while you can use them, and on me, this deep”, Anais points to her sides, still bleeding.

My anger and weariness fled in the wake of her reprimand and all I was left was the icky stickiness of embarrassment. Lady Piia waved her hands dismissively. “That’s fine. You’ve been overwhelmed. But the tale of the vampire king is one that will be told on a different day. Right now, it’s of upmost importance that you understand what led to your mother’s disappearance. But for me to explain that, I have to tell you how the witches came to be. The whole thing is a bit convoluted -as is anything pertaining to the witches- but I will try to be as clear as I can. Witches are part human, part elves. Well, maybe one tenth elven? It’s become so diluted that we don’t even have any physical resembla

This particular spell could only be used by high priestesses and only a high priestess more powerful than the one that casted the spell could see her or undo it. Elder Lazarus was not a witch, he did not have our blood and he was a full-fledged wolf. I was sure of this so how was this possible?

Even so, the bruises that were starting to form looked grievous and failed to disguise. Victor exhaled "Lyanna, you will come with me to the hall to speak about what you witnessed" Lyanna nodded momentarily. She would make sure that Helena would not escape the punishment she deserved this time. "Cecil, can you use your magic to treat her wound?" The Alpha turned to the girl standing next to the couch. The Witches of Lusevell were born with a gift from the goddess to practice magic. Even so, they needed to practice it for the rest of their lives and learn the spells of the most ancient language ever. Not an easy spell.

he scoffs shaking his head in disgust. "It took time and their numbers grew but not enough to challenge not enough for them to win. They found a witch. Not the kind you hear about in fairytales—no potions, no flying brooms, no crooked nose. She had a darker power. The ability to manipulate minds. Persuasion magic is by far the most deadly. She could twist beliefs, rewrite memories, have a person say or do whatever she wanted like a mere puppet. The traitors recruited her offering gold, jewls, power whatever she wanted. By the time the Lycans realized the threat, it was too late. Her magic had rooted itself in nearly every pack.”

“Witches kill vampires.” “She’s not going to kill me.” “How can you be sure?” “The same reason I’m not going to kill her.” A moment of silence passes between them before Eliza speaks again. “She conjured white light, Lucas. White light. That’s Marie Lancaster-level shit! You and I both know normal witches can’t conjure UV light. That’s how Marie killed all those vampires in the War of Light and Dark, and it’s said that she had the power loaned to her from a god! A god, Lucas, and your little plaything in there just conjured it up like it was nothing! You’d have to be insane to keep hanging around her and you’re not insane, Lucas. You’re not!”

Helena felt Allistor walk into the room and close the door behind him but her eyes remained on the group as she waited for a response or a valid reason to explain why they were against her. They were not cowards, each possessing battle scars on both their bodies and minds, but her magic was an impressive force that left mute and paralyzed. The brunette had learned after so long of doing it unconsciously that if she released the right amount of her magic in just the right way, it could make hardened warriors tremble like pups in a dark forest. "You claim she is weak because she has no wolf. That she would taint the Damon bloodline if I were to fully mate and sire a pup with her." He recited,

But if the spells do not still agree with the werewolf, it would still turn them away. A witch would not only smell it, but see it too. Because the spells were cast by the witches. Not just any witch. But the ones from the Onwa Clan, which is the moon clan. And since the spells were from the Onwa clan, any witch from that clan could not only see or smell the spell. They could feel it, and touch it. Just like I was running my fingers across the blue strings of smoky light that now filled my car. I smiled as it burst, sending cool force through my hair, as it left my car. Even if it had left, I could still feel the evidence of it's presence around me.

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.