Lust Witches Novels & Stories

Destiny works in strange ways, the witches and the wolves have been enemies for a long time, neither cross each other's boundaries and it is highly forbidden to ever mate with each other. Over the years, witches have been mated to wolves, but once the council finds out, they cast a spell to sever the bond immediately. The spell works, but the victim's life changes completely and he or she becomes an outcast, the spell also weakens his or her original powers causing such a person to become weak.

He stood with his hands clasped behind his back, silhouetted against the moonlight. "It's time I tell you a story," he said quietly. "A story of the beginning. Long ago, we were more than just step siblings- we were lovers, bound by a connection that terrified the heavens. But the laws of our kind are cruel, alongside our creator. When our father saw the way we looked at each other, he intervened. He forced you to marry Harrow, a tyrant. The ruler of the Lycans and a sorcerer so powerful he could bend the stars." Despite how bizarre and surreal his words sounded. A cold shiver ran down my spine at the name. Harrow.

"It's your promise, Sevina... You must never break it." The words from the late Queen hovered in her head as Queen Sevina mused about her decisions. She had given her word to the previous King and Queen and it was a rule among the witches to always live up to their promise. If she did one thing that would betray them, she would lose her immortality and her freedom... she would be sent back to Mysticia and will no longer be given the chance to see the humans again. It was one thing she didn't want to ever happen, and that was why she took the risk and agreed to everything.

She rejoiced that the collar was gone from her neck but now only fear could be seen in her small face. "A sorcerer" She murmured as she took a step back in a startle. Her last wish was to be taken in by a sorcerer, but her misfortune struck a jackpot and served her with the last boss who probably would want to use her as a sacrifice! She knew she had very bad luck and often met misfortune but today, this misfortune was a thousand, no a million folds worse than ever!

, he tells pointing towards one clay tablet which has letters written in old Latin language which is different than the evolved Latin which humans know, being a witch I clearly understand and can read it since my childhood. “usus vulpis rubri mortui sanguinis ad tollendum venenum e lamia efficax est cum sol corpus ferit”, I read it out loud unconsciously deep in the thoughts. I remember seeing few vampires coming and leaving my parents work place when I was young, but I didn’t knew that witches and wizards used to note down these things when they have photogenic memory and they teach others practically making medicines than giving notes. “What was that?”, Dr Wilson asks curiously to which I

The witches, with their ancient knowledge and mystical powers, prepared to perform the rites that would free me from the bonds that tethered me to Lucius. The lead witch, her eyes gleaming with an otherworldly light, approached me with purpose. Her hands moved deftly, tracing intricate patterns in the air as she began the ritual to remove the mark that Lucius had branded upon my skin. I gritted my teeth against the pain, feeling the searing heat of the magic as it worked its way through my body.

"Akaldama is so disappointed in you, You are ten times my son's age but you act ten times more like a child. taking her seat that is a bit farther away gesturing to his son by slightly nodding her head she added. ''Let's all get to the point, shall we? As a response to his dear mother. Lucian said, "it seems your memories had begun to fade away with your age, Lady Empusa. let me brainstorm you a bit". with a wide smirk on his face, Lucian explained. 'Witches are creatures specialized in curses, spells, and formations. they are beings who understand the underlying rules of the world beyond the natural elements. thus, can somewhat peer into the truth of the world and gain control over them. Lu

It works because of the way the brain is wired with words and images. Ursula, who is believed to be the only witch existing believes that power and authority are only for witches. She had been banished a thousand of years before because she had tried to poison the Summer King whom is no more alive. For thousands of years she hid in the forest, seeking her dark revenge.

Wilma seemed to be trying to convince Lindens that she was not a mage based on the tests she had tried. “If you really aren't a mage with the high quality mana you have, then what are you?” Lindens really wanted to know what exactly this woman's profession with such a high and extraordinarily pure quality of mana she seemed to have. "I'm a Witch." Lindens sounded incredulous listening to the notification from the young woman telling him in a small voice barely audible were it not for his high senses. But, even though he listened clearly, this man seemed to have turned to stone and his mind went blank after hearing the profession of the young woman who was his soul-bound mate. How could he po

Not because she was queen but admire the power she had over his King to make him step into the land of Goddess and summon dozens of witches just to see her again, his word, not hers. Wolves do not associate themselves with witches and Witches for they are knows as the creatures of the dark, follower of the dark prince and all that is bad so for him to go to that extent is a slap on everyone’s face. Even talking with them was a taboo so to create a deal with them was too much.