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!”

I insisted. Roman took me by the hand and pulled me into his lap. I wasn’t one of those girls that needed a guy to feel secure. But there was something about being next to my guys that centered me. Even when they were lying douchebags like Luke was presently trying to be. “What Luke is not telling you is that witches and Lycans do not mix. Witches are thought to be evil, deriving their powers from the devil or some such drivel. Anyhow, there was a massive witch hunt, I am sure you learned about it in school.”

'How could he sense her smell that accurately, even when other regular wolves around her couldn't strongly sense it? Hama had told her that with so many natural herbs and seeds that she had used to concoct the mixture, that it would be difficult for anyone to make a deal out her scent. They might not have the same scent with the others, but it was not so entirely different to not be counted as one them. They would probably think she was a mixed blood of a elf and wolf. "Witches have a very strong scent of powers in them, so it is easy to detect them the more they use powers," Hama once told her.

Luther's shoulders sagged with grief. "It happened one night when we were going to the Ridgeway pack for a visit. Alexander sensed the smell of his mate. He followed that scent, which led us to a small hut in the forest where two sisters were living alone. We didn't know then that they were witches, and it was a trap. Alexander thought he had found his mate. But we understood much later that it was all a ploy to fool us. They wanted access to the Ridgeway pack. And they choose us as their targets. We accepted them, and soon they both became pregnant with our children. Alexander accidentally overheard his mate speaking with another witch. They were discussing how to fool wolves into mating wi