Novel & Cerita Male Scarlet Witch

He has the love of a woman that I love more than anything. “Since he is immortal I want to be able to achieve immortality as well. But I love being a witch, so I am looking to find ways to be a hybrid. A vampire with witch abilities,” she said with a smile. She wants to be like them? To be like those vile dead things that drink blood? I wont let her. I will not allow it at all, Scarlet will be my mate and my Queen Luna.

Yet when the auctioneer thought about who could be under the mask and hopped into death in ease, his face was drained from all blood, looking horrifyingly pale. This strong magical power, and the signature red eyes. Even though there are a few mythical beings who had the same colored eyes, this was the Runalia, the land that forbids mythical beings from entering. Meaning there was only one person who could have this blood-like eyes. No matter how much stupid person could be dumb, there wasn't anyone who could not know this very powerful person. He was the Lord of Warine Land, Mike White. However, no matter how frightened he was to the looming man, he was an important buyer who had bid four t

Rafael said. "So there is no such thing as a Third Chance Mate in the werewolf world, which is why everything is so confusing to me." 'Yes, it's unusual for me. We're exceptional. That's why we have a third opportunity,' Scarlet said. "Scarlet, are you serious?" Astrid exclaimed loudly. "Astrid, what happened? What does Scarlet have to say?" Rafael asked. "She claims we're special, which is why we have a Third Chance Mate," Astrid explained.

I concluded within my mind and in a few minutes I could smell her closer, I had covered most of the distance. There were other scents, stronger than hers, not far from her. Their scent was different from humans, forcing my eyebrows to draw closer to each other. I hastened my footsteps and closed the gap between us, but kept my distance away from her and the group of people walking behind her. I narrowed my gaze on the two guys walking behind her, and I noticed something weird, they had a mark at the back of their neck, was that a bat? and the vibe they were giving off was strange, they weren't one of us.

“Do you have one?” “Of course I do.” Reaching under her cloak, Sungul tugged on the collar of her dress. As a tattoo quickly began to appear on her skin, it began to glow a muted purple. An odd color for Sungul to conjure. I’ve never seen her magical energy manifest in a purple hue. It's normally some range of light blue. Nothing remotely close to the dark purple that I was seeing.

I wanted to bury my cock so deep inside her that she felt me for weeks. Mine, I think, dark and possessive. That was yesterday. Today, she’s here trying to flirt with everyone but me. Her fingers are in Mason’s hair. Mason. My beta. The idiot who decided silver was a good look for a beta wolf. “Tss. Stop it. I told you, chicks dig this hair type.” Mason chuckles, tilting his head into her touch like a puppy begging for scratches. “It’s giving… futuristic fuckboy. Very on-brand for you.”

His calm and confident demeanor seemed to reassure the witches, and they slowly nodded in agreement, trusting in the Silver Wizard's ability to handle the situation. The Silver Wizard, accompanied by three other powerful witches, ventured into the forest to investigate the strange happenings. As they walked, their senses on high alert, they stumbled upon a figure resting under a tree. The Silver Wizard's eyes widened as he sensed the person's injuries, and he quickly rushed to their side. As they drew closer, they were startled to see that it was a young girl, no more than twenty years old, who looked like she had been through a lot. Her clothes were tattered, her hair was disheveled, and he

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.

More werewolves emerged from the side woods and that was when I knew the two human females we had just rescued were not the only ones. Jared shapeshifted and Thelma conjured fire. I saw that her flames were purple and not like mine which was blue. An elusive memory gnawed at me. I somewhat knew what it meant but it didn't come to me immediately. It occurred to me then that Sarafina's flame was the regular orange colour while mine was blue which I didn't think was farfetched. I supposed the normalcy was why I didn't notice before and I wondered if every single witch, with the ability, has their own distinguishing colour. I figured that must be cool.

"And how did I get here? There were these men in shadows. They took me after... after what happened at the square." The old woman sat down on a stool near the small fire. She watched me closely. "My name is Elara. I am a witch, like you. The shadow warriors brought you to this sanctuary deep in the mountains. It is protected. No one from the werewolf kingdom can find it easily." I took a small sip of the drink. It tasted better than it smelled and the pain in my back eased a little. "The execution. The fire. I had wings. Big ones. Did that really happen? Or am I losing my mind?"