Naughty Witch Novels & Stories

Her childish mind could only think that she shouldn't attract any eyes of the audience and look down from the grinning faces of the nobles. Even if Ariana couldn't view their faces, she could sense what kind of emotion and desire running through their eyes. Lust, greed, selfish, and disgust. Some chattered about the use of a child slave and the fact that they could raise her to their taste. A few sorcerers also eyed themself on the girl, whispering how the girl would be a fitting sacrifice for a demonic ritual. "We will start the bid, from 50 gold coins!" The auctioneer slammed his hand on the tall wooden table that stopped on his waist. He glanced around hawking the bidders who had their in

Morwenna hissed, “The king himself dares set foot in the witches’ sanctum!” “Damn right I do,” Nicklaus growled, stepping further into the hall. “You took something that belongs to me.” Renna’s staff flared again, light slicing through the darkness. “You will release the child, or I swear by the old gods, I’ll tear your power from your bones.” The witches fanned out, encircling them. The air crackled with heat. One of them hurled a bolt of black flame, but Nicklaus deflected it with his blade, the impact shaking the room.

Whatever tickles your pickle. The witch, Citra, is a waiflike, small slip of a girl. She is pale skinned, with hair that is nearly white. She had reached the witch age of majority, 18, and had declared that the Meteoric Rise Pack was corrupt. She had done everything that she could to get Nathan out of there and away from Julian. That was how she was brought to the oracle, Michael. Her goddess, Hecate, had sent her there. It made sense, since Selene had said that she was working with Hecate.

Who knows what happens next? After all, the Vire Queen had always been pretty unreadable and unconventional. She is a strong and powerful witch. And she can make any man beg on his knees just to avoid her wrath and anger. Apart from that, she also possesses that perpetual beauty that will never make her age and really give her a quality to remain a Queen for the powerful kingdom. But getting married with the young prince, what would that even give them?

Anything! Her talent was not only the witchery, she learnt in her childhood also it was not even using any sort of magic to cure the people. Her real talent was to portray lies so realistically that the other person had to give in to her wishes, she knew how to toy minds well. To get what she wanted, she had to become someone she was not in the vision of the world. Even though it was a witch or... just a sinful liar who could toy minds.' Who cares? Right?

“You mean it won’t be easy.” She shook her head. “Witches are tricksters. They’re slippery and sly. They can teleport, change their appearance, and even move their entire homes with the snap of a finger. If you make an attempt and fail, the witch will come after you with a vengeance unlike anything you’ve ever seen.” The warning hung heavy in the air. Nathan, who had been silently listening, finally spoke. “So, if we do this, we have to get it right the first time. No room for errors.”

HECTOR BAYES You could have heard a werewolf fart in the silence that followed after I had confronted the witch, starting her down until she released the maiden in her iron claws with a sullen demeanor. “This does not concern you, your highness,” The Witch announced, and a gasp floated through the crowd before the woman added, almost as an afterthought,

Jackson and his friends waywardly went back inside the room and continued their ritual; it was only a matter of time before someone got a whiff of his this and went ahead and reported to the council. The witch council governed my old and arrogant wizards. It was almost midnight, and I needed to go home; I went back to the party in search of Christa, but she wasn't anywhere near the party grounds, and the more time I waited, the quicker everyone here got killed by the witch council ( the system).

He's such a good little puppy. We reach the front door just as two warriors lead the two witches in. I remember Ariel. She's beautiful with long black hair with a few grey streaks. The witch next to her is gorgeous. She has long blonde hair, big dark blue eyes, and a body that suddenly makes me self-conscious. If we hadn't already marked each other, I'd take Wyatt to our bedroom and lock him up.

I do not talk about that with anyone. The air starts to buzz. “Duck!” I yell. Arrows start flying through the air. I stop all of them as I run forward. “Stop!” I yell at the witches running from me. They do what they are told. The rest of the wolves catch up to me along with Joe, which is what, I call him now. They take the four witches to their version of a compound for questioning.