Male Scarlet Witch Novels & Stories

“I am Evelyn Amira Itacha, a full blooded, hundred percent b*tch filled with more magic than this planet has seen in the last eight centuries.” The agent eyes were widened, and for a split second, there was fear in her expression. “So you are that witch, well, I wouldn't want to be you if I were you.” “What do you mean by that?” Lucas screamed at her. So far, Mason had been very quiet, clinging onto his sister like nothing else existed. I could feel his pain. He didn't want this for her, she was way too young to have to deal with all these. But so was Lucas.

It's the kind of school that breaks you if you are not strong enough and from what I see, my dear mate looks like a twig that can be destroyed without even trying. Dad keeps rambling, "Scarlet is your step-sister and from henceforth she is your responsibility, which is why she will join y'all in Wolfies. Y'all are to protect her at all costs, from the wild people out there. Plus, your stepmother is a professor there. There is no reason for Scarlet not to be in the school." "Of course, father, whatever you say," I drawl sarcastically and grab my spoon to dig in. Kendrick kicks my feet beneath the table and I glare at him. "Stop being sarcastic. You promised." he hushes.

"I think your immortality, caused by the spell Scarlet used, affected your blood. Your blood is coated with magical healing abilities, since the rogue was controlled using magic, your blood could counter attack it" Scarlet's spell had made so many changes in me, firstly my midnight black wolf became white like snow, I could not die no matter how hard I tried, making me like an immortal, I could control how and when I choose to heal myself, and now I could even heal wolves with my blood when magic was involved. " Is it a bad or good thing?" I asked, seeing how Cyrus' eyes lit up like he had a plan in mind. " It's actually a good thing and also bad, but it has more advantages than disadvantage

- Esther asked, relaxing a bit, but as she looked into the strange eyes of this woman, without any pupils, she still felt a little scared. - At first, when you started looking for information about us, especially after contacting 'the_scarlet_truth' user, we had to stop you, so we haunted your house to scare you and discourage from delving further into it.- Saraqael said, as if ignoring her questions.- So it was us the first time, but not the second time. And we didn't install that search engine on your laptop again, we removed it and we hoped it would stay that way. Unfortunately, as it turned out, by succumbing to your curiosity and opening this search engine again, you invited something v

They felt bad for the friendly old Seer, but probably it was her time to go. None could challenge life. Both Steven and Amelia had secretly lighted incense for her in the hall of the Moon Goddess. They prayed for her wandering soul to find peace. Once saying goodbyes, they focused on the problem at hand. Red eyes. Red hair. The Scarlett Witch. The Witch of the Scarlett Moon Pack. The pack she found with her mate. A bunch of power hungry, blood seeking lunatics. The pack was infamous for bloodthirst. Wherever they went, blood would paint the place scarlet.

That's why she can't kill her. Scarlet smiled at her triumphantly and sarcasm was dripping from her smile. "You can't kill me Aurora," Scarlet said loudly while laughing. And lift her hand in the air. "Because I'm immortal." "What do you think about yourself that you can do anything with your power? And you underestimate my powers. I'm famous for my powers and I'm the most powerful witch in my clan. You tried to burn me into ashes. But you don't know I can end your life." Scarlet said arrogantly. And Aurora looked at her with her sharp gaze.

The sound of her muffled sobs overtook the quiet night air. Scarlet sat there, seconds turning into minutes and minutes turning into hours until she began to feel dizzy. One day, she is going to sink her fangs into Annik's neck. Only after discovering why she became weak after a few days of marrying into his pack. Standing to her feet, she heard shuffles behind her, swirling around, someone grabbed her neck, and the rattling underneath her legs became audible. At once, she froze. The three witches from earlier were all over her. She was as cold as ice and immobile.

And they prohibited most of the abilities that make me a demon from usage. I nickname the man Jerk, although my clairvoyance told me he is a regular human nicknamed Jackal. I don’t know what business he has with Scarlet, but she is allowing him to flip up her skirt under the covered table, which I can see from the table behind. His left-hand glides down her skirt and feels her bare bottom. She is wearing a lacy thong that matches her bra and while seeing the lace gives me a reaction; I am jealous that someone else, instead of me, has his dirty fingers touching her intimate parts.

"Scarlet is the strongest witch to ever live. Even out ranking her own parents, some would say she is a Celtic witch but really, if you have never experienced her powers, you know will be wrong. Plus, she uses those crystals, which make her all the more powerful." "So what kind of witch is she?" Johan asked. "A galactic witch. She has control over almost everything. I doubt she is even using her full strength. She does it so effortlessly." Harlow said. ''Tell me you aren't trying to kill her too." "No, I look up to her. She is amazing. Apart from Gore and the pack, I would lay my life down for her." "Oh wow, that is extreme." Johan said. "What kind of witch am I?" Miley held Harlow's hand.

I asked her, and she looked at the water and looked at me. "You won't gain the magic of the Valkin," she said, and I was in shock. "Your mate has no wolf. You can only gain the magic when her wolf comes. She is just as good as a chosen for now," she said, and I was shocked. I looked at Maxwell and Clay, and the shock registered on their faces too. "Will she ever gain her wolf?" I asked, and she looked at me. "What is her name?" Elsa asked. "Scarlett Vladislav," Clay responded, and she looked at us.