Novel & Cerita Naughty Witch

The intruders were many and their scents were masked so I could barely tell who they were or where they came from. A huge fight had broken out, but the intruders were gaining the upper hand, I caught sight of a group of witches chanting a spell to weaken our wolves and I flew towards them immediately. Not many witches can fly and since they were still on the ground, I was sure that they were not witches of higher rank. Meaning they were no match for me. I secured our pack house to protect the Omegas and the children who couldn't fight then I removed their spell from the wolves.

She struggled slightly to get in and looked up at me somewhat embarrassed. “Short people problems”, she laughed shyly and shrugged her shoulders The moment she got in I got hit with the most intoxicating smell. It smelled like cinnamon and sugar mixed with something floral that I couldn’t quite recognize. Ajax started pacing in my head practically salivating over this girl we didn’t even know, who wasn’t even a werewolf, but a witch! What was his deal? “So Sierra, is it? Your dad tells me you’re in your senior year! That’s exciting”, my dad said breaking me from my own thoughts.

Mathis gave a whistle that echoed through the corridors and foyer of WitchFall. Six large men were summoned by the call. Mathis nodded toward Udora. Linking his hands behind his back as though he were hapless man, and not the one commanding whatever horrible fate he was condemning her to. “No. No! Me! I’m the witch!” I shouted as I clawed at his sleeve. Shouting loud enough I could get everyone’s attention. Mathis looked at the Mayor. “Don’t listen to it. It’s that one's witchery.” He nodded toward Udora meaningfully. "I’ll correct her."

Her pupils are dilated as she looks at me with slightly parted lips. I nearly gasp when I realize the princess isn’t afraid, but aroused. The scent of it fills my nostrils, driving me to the very edge. All I want to do is gather her up in my arms and devour her mouth, taste her sweetness. I can understand Connor’s actions better now. Do all witches taste so sweet? With immense difficulty, I manage to stay put, knowing that the princess is too innocent and inexperienced to even fully understand the reactions of her body. It’s going to kill me to spend the night with her, but what choice do I have?

"Our future alpha's been awfully cozy with that new witch. What was her name? Rita?" Nathan's spine went rigid. "We're friends." "Friends," Kai repeated, rolling the word like a rotten fruit. "Right. And I'm the Queen of England." He dropped into an exaggerated curtsy. "Tell me, does she make you little love potions in those witch classes you suddenly signed up for?" Luke snorted, but Nathan saw the way his packmate's nostrils flared - testing the air for Nathan's reaction. The entire fence post splintered under his grip.

I hissed, looking around the cave for something I could use as a weapon. Close combat wouldn’t be possible because this witch can use magic to obliterate me on the spot. She wants Raina alive, so as long as we all stick together, we will all come out safely. The witch threw her head back, laughing loudly like a villain in a cartoon. “Marcella was right. There’s nothing special about you, Raina. You’re just a fat, useless she-wolf who’s not awakened your so-called powers. You’re so useless, just like your mother.”

"She is hiding in the bathroom, isn't she?" I nodded, then knocked on the bathroom door. "Natalie, it is safe to come out now." Natalie slowly opened the door. She looked from me to my friend, then back again. "Who is she?" I laughed a little. "Natalie, I would like to introduce you to Jasmine, she is a witch and here to help remove that block on your wolf." Natalie made an O expression then went to sit on her bed. "So what's the plan?"

He smiled contemptuously with an insulting look which irritated Nathania. "Who ... who are you? a ... are you a witch?" "Witch? don't talk carelessly, okay? does a handsome man like me deserve to be a witch?" ***

“Saelari says… we’ve got mail.” The air shimmered, and a projection unfurled from a pulse of magic—like smoke weaving itself into a figure. The crackling silhouette of the old bog witch appeared midair, waving her staff with unnecessary flair. “Dearest Charlie,” the witch began, eyes twinkling with mischief. “I’ve found your stray puppies and a vamp. Stumbled right into my wards, all puffed-up and determined. Now... what would you like me to do with them?” Before anyone could speak, Saelari surged through Nalia, her voice layered and powerful as it echoed from her vessel:

This scent was not good. My violet eyes snap to the side only to see a figure appearing. A woman, a witch, a dark witch. "Who are you?" I tilt my head to the side to study her. Dark lacy clothes, covering nothing showing her private parts. Brown dark curls falling around her shoulders, red lips tinted her smirking mouth. Nasty. She elegantly walks over to me, Cylester stiffens on my shoulders, his nails sharp and jutted out ready to attack anyone who wishes me harm. "I am Wuna, a witch from Mericel coven." She says.