Naughty Witch Novels & Stories

voice I didn’t recognize spoke up. His voice demanding respect without yelling. “Listen up little girl. You don’t make demands here. Now, I’ll ask one more time. Who are you and why are you here?” “FUCK YOU” spat Kiara with an intense growl. “ I don’t know why you entertain these trespassers Kirian. This one clearly is a bloodsucker. She’s already threatened to drain us dry. We need to dispose of her and her wolf friends.” Said a second man’s voice full of disdain. “ First off nobody will do anything unless I say” this time a voice of a woman chimed in. Hmm, that must be the one in charge. “Has anyone tried talking to her male companions?” asked the same voice “ someone fucked up on the dos

She says. Suddenly she lights up. "Maybe that is how you suddenly became a babe magnet. Maybe it means that you are a real witch and you can make them fall helplessly in love with you with Your witchcraft". She pretends to faint. "Wiccan". I say. "And I definitely haven't used witchcraft on anyone". I remember my embarrassing run in with the elites. I look at my phone, checking the time and see a message flash on the display, it's from Luca. 'Hi, I had a nice time today. Are you free tomorrow ?'

The magic that she had happily used to help Rigel conquer and destroy innocent packs, thinking it would make him love her and treat her like she was worth something to him. Once upon a time, Helena had despised her magic and saw it as a curse. Being born as a werewolf who did not get a wolf form on her twelfth birthday, had made her an anomaly and her ability to do magic had made her even stranger, causing her to isolate herself from others. Her family and pack had been supportive and kind, pushing when she pulled away from them and creating ways to ensure she could be involved in everything but it was never enough. Her Father and Brother could turn into majestic beasts that ran as fast as t

, I tell sipping the salty and sweet warm red liquid. AUTHOR’S POV “bring her to my home, no matter what”, the middle aged woman yells at the young lady. “I cant, she wont listen to me, she have made her plans”, the frightened young lady tells shivering in fear. “tomorrow is her eighteenth birthday, she will turn into witch completely and I want her to bond with my son”, the woman snaps growling in anger. “Am sorry, Luna, I will try to bring her to you”, she tells timidly.

the witch nods, "but this war is a show of wills. I want to show you all I can, make you all fall. Wolves, dragons, vampires, faes." "Faes are a peaceful kind. They never hold arms." "That's where you are wrong," the witch challenges, "The faes hold unknown magic. That alone should be alarming." "Why?" "I'm searching for a power that is far greater." "The ancient power of the wolves is not yours." "It's not yours either." She rises. The witch whispers and slowly makes her way to me. My body shifts from her dark energy. I'm on my knees before she grabs the sides of my temples. My eyes roll back before a gush of wind swirls in my vision. I gasp for air before I'm sucked in.

Even with the truth serum, I can see his face turn white. So, he was sent by the people making the Happy Dust and wanted to keep me quiet. Do they think sending a single assassin can silence me? It will take more than that. Nothing can take me down as long as I'm confident about it. After all, I'm the Red Witch. A rare being who can control the dead and make the world shake at the palms of her hands. With just a snap of my fingers, I can cause calamity. "It seems I was right," I grin. "Since Happy Dust has returned and caused an uproar in my life again. You people are ruining my peaceful time."

The woman said and Phoenix eyed her skeptically. " Who are you? " She demanded. " My name is Narcissa and I am a witch " Hearing that, Phoenix stepped back, a bit scared. The woman chuckled. " Don't be scared Phoenix, I am a good witch " Narcissa assured but Phoenix wasn't taking any chances. " Is there anything like a good witch? " " Everything has two sides, Phoenix. The good and the bad " " Fine then, what do you want from me and why did you pretend to be an old lady in distress " Phoenix queried.

"Then how did you manage to make those grown arse men cry?" "I have my means and besides that once a wise man told me not to reveal my skills to a potential threat." The witch smirked while relaxing back in her chair and placing her feet on the table which put her yellow flip-flops at full display. Only this witch could pull off yellow flip flops with a silver feather silk oversized nightgown. He couldn't help but notice her tiny nails that were painted bright yellow and had the words 'Bad Bitch' written on them with black color. They looked kind of sassy and cute.

This made him feel confused because he thought that witches from Namian Empire: the Greatest Human Empire were very rarely willing to meet or even have contact with the old witch woman because Witch Una seemed too eccentric to them. The Witches from Namian Empire: the Greatest Human Empire, don't really like the inhabitants of the Beast Empire. Witch Una who could be close friends with the residents and even the werebeast elders of the Beast Empire was too different for them. Witch Una only recognizes the good qualities of everyone she meets or becomes her friend regardless of their race. This made her disliked by the witches of the Namian Empire. Hilena's desire to be able to meet Witch Una

Ilyra explained, her voice gentle but firm as she held the old woman’s hand. "The Nexus? You're both fools if you think you can just walk into the center of the marsh and take what you want, because the path is guarded by the Drowned Witches now," Hestia said, and she looked up at me with a grim, knowing smile that chilled me to the marrow. "They are the spirits of the women your pack threw into the black pools during the raids, and they’ve spent the last twenty years waiting for a Rauvenhollow wolf to come back so they can pull him down into the silt and keep him there forever."