Naughty Witch Novels & Stories

The commander acknowledges the warning, acknowledging the danger that lurks in the presence of this witch. The commander then shares a chilling revelation. He informs Lucien about the witch, who is a powerful and age-old witch, about a thousand years old who has been wreaking havoc by abducting children from within the pack. The witch, despite her outward beauty, possesses supernatural abilities that allow her to subdue and neutralize the inherent powers of werewolves. It is a disheartening realization that their supernatural strengths are rendered useless against this formidable adversary. The commander goes on to explain that only a normal man armed with assault rifles stands a chance agai

Lucien began to swing us, “well for one I am now alpha. My inner wolf knows this and will produce at least one heir. Two, you have witch blood in you making it 10x more likely that all of our children will all be wolves. I blinked, “did you say I have witch blood in me? Are you crazy?” Lucien chuckled, “sometimes I think so. Your aunt had a gift with herbs and she was able to communicate with us in our wolf forms. She sensed you had powers but doubted you were ever told about them. Her sister your grandmother thought the gift was evil.” I swallowed, “I have no powers, I have no talents at all.” Lucien shook his head, “it’s not about powers, it’s more about talents. She couldn’t turn people i

Neva. I surfaced from the stone slowly. Stood in the dead garden in the dusk with the carved piece of rock warm in my palm and a name sitting in my chest that had not been there ten minutes ago and already felt like it had been there a long time. Neva. The third witch. Older than Vael. Taken before my mother was born. The one the Architect had been told was dead and had chosen to believe because the alternative required harder questions. Not dead. Northwest. Far. And apparently capable of leaving carved stones in locked gardens and unsigned letters in locked rooms and a rose bud that had not been there this morning.

I didn’t try to get the scene behind my eyes like I usually try to, I let it play again this time, relieving when the kiss happened, sleep welcomed me without me knowing. I saw a wolf, a huge black wolf. I looked around trying to figure out where I was but all I could see was a maze of trees, my heart thundered. The wolf standing a few feet away from me it didn't look like it was a normal wolf, it was more compared to the a wolf. It had black furs and long sharp pointed canine that looked sharp enough to rip iron apart. It stared at me like a predator stalking its prey, waiting for the perfect moment to lunge.

The name sends a shiver down my spine. Molly continues, her voice almost a whisper. “She’s the witch. The one pulling the strings of the wolves with black eyes? They’re hers. They weren’t born that way, they were abducted, like us, and kept here until she calls for them. Then… she uses them.” My stomach churns, “Nyra.” That’s probably the witch that’s been haunting my visions, the voice that’s always whispering through shadows. It was her. It’s always been her.

After all, one can never be too careful when it comes to the dark arts. Should the rogues dare to inflict cruelty upon the Packs, the witches shall unleash their dark magic with deliberate violence upon their foes. The werewolves, alas, are no match for the power of the witches. "I'll make sure the plan is followed the next time, Krisanta. It will not happen again. I swear." The hapless Beta Rogue had no choice but to acquiesce to the witch's command. Krisanta let out a derisive snort. Her piercing gaze bore into Yael's relaxed form, as if she could strike him down with just a look.

“Are you that comfortable to raise your leg on my coffee table? Hey, it's hard to have a child visitor. ” “Excuse me?! Stop treating me like a child. I am 20 already.” “You are still a child, Hija. You are still immature.” I smiled and pushed him, then he ended up laying down. I approached and slightly caressed his chest. I'm a seducer, so this is a piece of cake for me “Child, huh? This child can bore you an offspring. Do you still see me as a child?" I caressed his cheek and smiled mischievously. I am not usually this naughty since the boys are the ones who stumble on me, I swear only the dean pushed me to be like this.

“Naomi wants me dead, but not a simple death. If she only wanted to kill me, take over the alpha position, and the pack, she would have done that ages ago. The first dark witch approached her when Naomi was only 12 years old.” I paused and closed my eyes. I had so many theories and doubts in my mind now that I didn't know how to speak about them without being called paranoid. “Six years is enough time to kill a person without being caught, Xander, especially for a sharp and cunning mind like Naomi. The dark witch can manipulate a 12-year-old girl, but not a 16- or 17-year-old teenager. This is not just about the alpha title and pack. This is more than that, and I need to find out that. Also…

"This has got to be the one T-bone was talking about before we shot him... At least we got a name." Keegs lit up his phone and began thumbing through the screen. "Got it. Lasses Birgitta. A Swedish Witch that, apparently, tried to raise the dead in a churchyard by using the stole of a priest. She confessed that she sold her soul to the devil, renounced God and was beheaded. Sounds just like the woman you want to bring home to Mom... Well, I would anyway," Keegs grinned.

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?”