Male Scarlet Witch Novels & Stories

XAVIER'S POV “Scarlet never was your real mate.” my eyes narrowed at the old man in front of me. “What the hell do you mean?” My voice came out heavier than I intended. Panton sighed before speaking. “Scarlet was never your mate to begin with. Well, not at least the real one. She used a potion by a strong witch, covering her scent and changing it to make you feel drawn to her.” “But how is that even possible?” I frowned, not believing what he was saying.

Sophia said, trying to get a glimpse of her grandson, all she saw was his white hair like snow. "True!!" Caroline said, looking at the damage that those evil witches were doing. Hell, she had started absorbing their energy already. "Let’s tell them who is the boss here," Scarlett muttered, and she jumped in the air, reaching out in front of the witches and wizards. She killed all nine of them in one shot. "What the…" Ambrose looked at Scarlett in shock. He knew that Scarlett was the reincarnation of the first human whom Goddess Hecate had blessed with power, but not om Goddess Hecate had blessed with power, but not once had he thought that she was that strong.

"Not only do you have to celebrate the birthday the same way the original host did, but you have to accept the slag's proposal. After that, you need to have sex with him. Everything must happen like it did. All you have to do is make the slags pay for hurting the original host and then seduce Cyn." Scarlet's expression turned uglier. She bit her tongue to stop herself from cursing, but she couldn't stop her eyes from rolling angrily. "Indeed. Nothing good ever comes out of quick transmigration." She returned to stand before the mirror, fingers clenched around the glasses on her face. "I need to have sex with that trash... I'd rather die then." She clicked her tongue and removed the glasses.

The reality was a crushing blow, her lack of control over her own body rendering her helpless against this dark narrative. The scarlet witch, however. Welcomes Reina’s attack and catches her when she is vulnerable from her reckless advances. The Scarlet Witch's response was a twisted smile, her eyes gleaming with a malicious satisfaction. "Oh, dear Reina, I have something better in mind. Too bad you won’t be around when that happens!” ‌

“I'm confident that she won't die. If I could have seen her in my dreams all this while, and she suddenly showed up in our pack, it means the moon goddess must have led her here. She cannot die. I nodded in agreement. Anna is my only sister, and she happens to be the pack's witch. Our mother was a witch, so she inherited her gift. One day, Anna got a revelation about the scarlet witch. In our part of the world, we have no idea what scarlet witches are for. Though we've heard about them and how rare they are. Scarlet witches are known as the strongest of all witches, and they have powers even the Alphas do not possess. This is the reason the scarlet witches are mated to the Lycans.

Hecate waved her hand through the mirror, dissipating it into a fog. "You mean Karmina. From my understanding, she has started making some movement about four years ago." Willow mentioned as she recalled the information Miss J shared with her. Karmina had been recruiting Rogues from different Supernatual groups, Witches especially. She had made a scene in the Werewolf community, but as to why, Miss J hadn't told her. Hecate nodded along as if reading her thoughts.

Simon jumped up and started ushering people back over to the tented area and away from the scene. "What have you done to me?!" Gerwulf was seething anger even as he was unable to move his body. His eyes were still a constant obsidian as Cinnabar began making him snarl at everybody around him. Finn flipped his son onto his back and lifted his left arm for us all to see his rib cage. The scar-like symbol that showed Gerwulf had been born of alpha blood was on display. It had turned completely black, looking like a tattoo that had began to leak it's ink and decorate him in tendrils of black.

Her breath hitched. She backed away until her shoulders hit cold ston, heart hammering like a trapped bird. And still... she couldn't look away. HIs eyes held her, molten and merciless, promising danger and deliverance in equal meausre. "Witch," he said again, voice lower, hungrier. 'You are my mate." Her knees threatened to buckle. the crypt spun, heat and cold warring inside her. She pressed trembling fingers against the bandaged sigil seared into her skin.

I said, "for a witch to be the Luna?" Raven went silent. I turned to look at her. Her face was pale, her hands were shaking. "A witch," she said slowly, "has not been Luna of a wolf pack since the Great Betrayal. Since Salem. Since the wolves turned their backs." "What's the official name?" "The official name for a mixed-blood marriage between a wolf and a witch is a Concord of Ashes." Raven's voice was barely a whisper. "They were banned after Salem. Anyone who enters into one is exiled. Their children are killed."

I punched him. “Do you think you can come into my pack and disrespect me? She is a member of the Bloodmoon pack and I have a say on whether she leaves the pack or not! “A member of the pack, yet you all did that to her! He scoffed. I want her Devon and I am going to have her. “And I forbid you to have her! She is mine! “What? I thought I heard him say, but the voice sounded was a female voice. I turned and it was Scarlet, her eyes were wide open as she watched us.