Romance Books With Witches Novels & Stories

As we passed through the portal the vampires used to reach Desolation, I stopped to regain control of the rage I felt. “I need to do something to release some of the rage I’ve got built up in me,” I said with urgency. “The witch said the magic would make you filled with rage whenever you were around a werewolf who you didn’t like. It will also intensify genuine anger that you feel,” Abigail explained. “I can only imagine what’s happening inside you right now.” “I feel like I’m going to implode,” I said. “Then, why not explode the portal instead?” she giggled. “Gwendoline can easily fix it, but in the meantime, the vampires will be stuck inside Verso with their miserable selves. It serves

I happily granted it, and his tongue darted into my mouth like he was tasting the heavens themselves. He gripped my ass and easily lifted me, pushing me onto his desk. Eagerly, we relieved each other of any obstacle, and he pushed his erect shaft into me. I moaned in delight, feeling him hungrily thrust into me, pushing me over the edge over and over again. Moments later, I helped him clean up the mess we made, when I suddenly came across a book--- about witches. “What’s this?” I questioned, turning to Levi. I didn’t need to read a lot to realize that the section Levi had been studying was about witches and werewolves. He turned to me and quickly noticed the book I was holding. He sighed, no

She had run straight into them. “You can’t escape, witch,” one said, stepping forward, sword raised. “The prince wants his treasure returned.” Elara clenched her staff. “I am not your treasure,” she spat, the words tasting bitter. The golden glow of her palms flared, coiling around her like living fire. The soldiers hesitated. Magic—pure, unrestrained—radiated from her, and even they, trained killers of the Dark Prince, knew better than to strike blindly.

Rowan roared back, the sound raw and earth-shaking, his body moving with lethal grace. A witch stepped Into view behind the wolf, her staff glowing green. Her chant thickened the air, tightening around Selene’s throat. Lucien vanished into mist. He reappeared beside the witch, fangs sinking into her throat before she could release her spell. Her chant dissolved into a choked gasp as she fell. Selene staggered backward, overwhelmed, her breath ragged. More wolves were pouring in — three, four, snarling, snapping, their paws clawing against stone. Two witches raised their staffs, braiding their incantations into a burning spiral aimed directly at her heart.

Someone in that dive bar had answers, and if not, I guess I have a way to let out some steam. Still, as I stalked through the quiet streets, the night closing in around me, I couldn’t shake the ghost of her scent. Lavender, storm rain, wild magic. It clung to me, threading into my lungs like smoke, and no matter how deep I breathed, I couldn’t burn it out. I’m sure I’ll see her again, I just don’t know if I’ll see her as an enemy or a mate. Witches and I have a long history together. Especially the High Witch.

Now that Jessica and I had both managed to win over a fair number of supporters—not to mention our Alphas—the distrust had fallen on her, now that it was known she was a witch. “Oh, good. You’re interrupting me just when they’re all about to start fucking. I think.” Marianne shook her head as she snapped the book shut. “That is one of the most confusing books I’ve ever written. I’m not sure if they’re having an orgy or there’s just a bunch of ghosts watching.” “Sounds intriguing. Maybe I’ll have to read it when you’re done,” Jessica said, sitting.

Did the candles clean the books without stress? Wow! Her fingers moved through the werewolf books that seemed to be about mating. She chuckled slightly. Werewolves did like love more than was normal. She slightly wondered how they really lived with rejection. Hearing of the outcomes was different from experiencing it personally. Clarissa walked over to the other shelf adjacent to the one she had seen the mate books. That was when she saw a particular book that was green and had a keyhole. She shifted the candle on it and noted that it said, ‘Understanding the war between the werewolves and witches’ in bold red letters. She felt like her body was pulling in different directions, and the desir

“It’s just not as powerful as fairy magic. When it comes to dealing with the supernatural, fairy magic reigns supreme.” “What about witches?” I asked. Godwin chuckled. “Witchcraft is drawn from two sources. One is the elemental or nature source, the other is darkness. Fairy magic is a gift from the creator. It is not drawn from a source. You are the source. There is nothing more powerful.” “So, the fact that my mother is also a werewolf and Kenton is a vampire weakens their magic abilities? Is that correct?” I asked.

…Can Alexa and Claire fight their demons well enough to find a way out of these waking nightmares? Magick Enlightened: A Contemporary Romantic Fantasy Duet (or Duology) of the Magick Series Genre: Romance/Contemporary Fantasy For the first time ever, you can grab both romantic tales in the Magick Series at once! Being a witch is complicated…but hiding who you are all the time is also a recipe for disaster. Jessie and Rosanna know this firsthand. Chemistry is unexpected, especially when certain males can’t seem to leave well enough alone. Should these special women be forced to sacrifice their gifts for love? Or will destiny spell out another option?

Soon enough, she picked up a pen and scribbled his name under. Lord Xandros. Yep. It was equal now. She giggled and dropped the pen, walking towards the shelf. Her eyes fell on the book. Diary of the witches. She picked it up out of curiosity and opened the first page . "The witch's heart is a secret, one locked behind shadows. The first spell is born of blood– Ah!" Her finger swiped through the sharp edge of the book and it cut her, a little blood forming on the top. Anna clicked her tongue as she cleaned the blood off and continued reading.