Lust Witches Novels & Stories

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.

I turned and left without saying anything else while outside, right in the sky above Avelios Island, the red light was getting brighter. They never accepted any witches. That meant the rule had been broken and Lex, an ordinary she-wolf who I knew only wanted to be a famous luna, had managed to destroy the protective dome of the island of witches.

The hiding of the clan, however, is the real horror of this world I now live in. The Blackclaw clan hides in the space between worlds, or so I’ve eavesdropped/heard Krono explain one time. On one side, the clan borders the dark forest of a world full of monsters. It is said that the dark forest hides vampires, extinct in be human world, witches and warlocks like Krono, and other human myths come to life. It is said that Lorez found a magical stone that teleported him to this world, where he first met Krono. From there, the tyranny that is Blackclaw began.

He turned to leave when a familiar voice stopped him. "Storm wait!" Rumi shouted as she walk-run to meet them. "Witch," Kira muttered and returned her gaze back to Storm. "On a second thought about being possessive, I don't want any girl calling your name apart from me, most especially this witch coming to us." she told Storm aloud, making sure Rumi heard her. Rolling her eyes at Kira, "For real? So I can't call out his name again?" "Is this the wicked evil witch who turns out to be your sister?" Phoenix asked in a whisper but it was loud enough for everyone to hear her question. Kira had told her everything about Rumi and had named her 'evil witch'.

PROLOGUE Long ago in the Land of Ramain, witches or anyone who were practicing witchery were being chased down and executed. The law of Ramain forbade the use of spells, witchcrafts and any form of magic to prevent chaos and maintain peace around the land. Witches escaped and isolated themselves in the middle of the woods, where no one could harm them. They also stayed away from one another to live safely. A witch named Sarah, who was separated from her family, lived alone in the dark side of the mountains. Her mother was one of the witches who died during the run and had no idea what happened to her older sisters and to their father.

“Twinkets.” “Twinkets!” Triana shot me a shocked gaze. “Only witches of legend could see them. Control them.” I don’t think I control them. “I’ve never heard of them.” I responded flatly. Looking straight ahead as I limped her along the path they illuminated. She carried the lantern in her other dangling hand, since I supported her with both of mine. But the wind swirled dirt across our view so heavily that it made the lantern nearly ineffective. Clouds rolled across the moon making it blacker than black out.

In certain regions belonging to the Atlantic Ocean, witches was seen as a “evil” in certain moments of distress. The city of Lovadu, for years and years, suffered violence, reaching a moment of crisis. In that city there was a young man called Igor Hunton, son of Clarina and Sebastian Hunton, he had an older and a younger brother.

Edmund sighed: "Well, I'm sorry but how do you plan to escape from a witch who, you know, uses magic?" "I don't really have any plan to escape from men with guns either," Lilith shook her head in a heavy tone, "Let alone werewolves with guns." "More reason why you should stay with me." Edmund curved his lips with a winning smile. "Well, how do you plan to do defeat a witch then?" Lilith frowned, "I don't remember werewolves can also use magic." "Not that I know of." Edmund shrugged, "But I can just recruit witches into my pack, like Sarla."