Mulan Witch Novels & Stories

Sungul grinned proudly, “To know that you’ll soon have a familiar in your grasp.” I’ve seen other witches wandering around campus with theirs. Random floating objects or a slew of different animals saunter around with their witches. Some were as small as a pixie while others stretched high towards the ceiling, towering over the lot of us. There have been moments when I’ve thought what mine could possibly be. “Do you have one?”

Though pain and exhaustion are eminent in their faces their intense glares at each other just say it all that both are still not giving up. Just then Lilan cast her hidden card. It was a hard spell to do even for a powerful air witch like her, it was a spell that could take away any living needs of your opponent, for a fire witch it'll take away light in your eyes, hence you'll be temporarily blind for the entire battle, a terra witch, the land below you will swallow your opponent whole, a water witch, it'll take away all your water in your body and use it for an attack that will damage you as well, and for air witches like Lilan, it has the most powerful damage because air is needed by the

---------------------------- Maximillan's POINT OF VIEW. ------------------------ “I already booked a grab ride for you. We are going to ride in different cars. I will wait for you at the mall entrance, no worries I already instructed the driver.” She really didn’t want to get caught. Taking such an effort to avoid rumors while we are in the university vicinity, how careful of my girl— I mean, this girl. She left first, and after ten minutes, a red Honda arrived. Arriving at the mall, someone suddenly pulled me to the side. This person was wearing shades and a cap. It suddenly tiptoed and dressed my eyes with black shades.

“No one can. Unless she carries it. Find it. Tear it from her. Do not fail me, Tremaine.” I reeled back, the blood draining from me. Spells. Stones. Bewitchment. Witches. The word clicked into place like a blade into flesh. They were witches. They all were. Tremaine, Anastasia, the whole lot of them. And my father—my father who had married her—what had she done to him? I stumbled, the floor groaning underfoot, and panic drove me to flee. But something anchored me there. A need to see, to know. My hand closed on the knob and turned, inch by inch.

The woman has frizzy reddish hair and a pointed nose with large square teeth. Her forced and fake sounding laugh makes me want to rip her throat out “Oh my dear, I see you are awake! Your dear husband passed out. He still won’t admit to being the devil spawn that he is! My brother never should have copulated with your witch mother! Then you had to turn to the side of the devil too!” Fuck! This woman was Marlene’s aunt! “It doesn’t matter if you confess or not you’ll both be dead soon enough! We can;t suffer a witch to live, the bible tells us so. And your precious mutts will all go with you!” The woman splashes water from a decorative vial at Marlene and Marlene doesn’t even flinch. “Your ho

She had changed out of her swimwear and into a stunning red dress that clung to her figure in all the right places. The sight of her sent a jolt through me, and before I knew it, I was crossing the room toward her. “Dance with me,” I said when I reached her, the words coming out more like a command than a request.Mel looked up at me, her expression unreadable. “I don’t want to dance with a jerk like you,” she replied, her tone cold as ice.I raised an eyebrow, impressed despite myself. She had guts, I’d give her that. “Fair enough,” I said, stepping back and letting her go.

The pleasure was as strong as ever but she was slowly able to clear her mind enough to move. Her hands began stroking the other husk cocks as well. The witch worked them as quickly as she could, encouraged by their moans of enjoyment. Two-thirds of her husks still remained and crowded around her. She had plenty left to go. Aside from her boots and collar, the witch was completely naked now. Alicia began pushing back against the two husks fucking her, pressing herself even deeper on their cocks and bouncing along them.

Leading them was Rufus, or better still Alpha Nikias Attalos, the Alpha behind the hoods, followed closely by the other Alphas. Behind the werewolves stood the witches, their robes fluttering in the wind, hands crackling with magical energy. They were the masterminds, ready to guide the battle with their spells and incantations. The witch leader, Lillian, had long hair that flowed like a dark river down her back, and her fierce eyes glowed brightly. She wielded a staff made of ancient oak, topped with a crystal that pulsed with an eerie, otherworldly light.

Nathan broke the uncomfortable silence as he continued scanning some files. “What the hell? Are you fucking kidding me? How?” he pushed himself on the edge of the chair with one elbow on the table, impatiently waiting for answers. It was a shocker for him. He had taken care of Laura her whole life but hadn’t noticed anything unusual. Was Nathan making fun of him? “I am not kidding, Nick. Laura and Elaine are both witches. They have been working with those cloaked men in the U9,” Nathan said lightly. Nick pressed his head between his palms in disbelief, eyes bulging and face reddening. “Oh, shoot. The hell?”

That's right. I bought this top-tier, brawny werewolf to scrub my cauldron and do my chores. The inspiration came from a fellow witch I met at the wizarding market. She was bragging about her new half-orc slave, claiming he could lick the floors so clean you could see your reflection in them and even served as her personal foot warmer in the winter. While the other witches burst out laughing and treated it as a joke, I was the only one who zeroed in on two key words: labor and warmth.