Romance Books With Witches Novels & Stories

He securely wrapped his arms around her and mumbled those words which never failed to frighten the shattered girl. Damon: Your only mine Princess. Luciana tried to speak she tried to utter a single word but her throat was dry her ankle was hurting badly. Her head was pressed against his hard chest as his heart was thumping madly. Her eyes started to see dark dots and finally only a few words left from her lips before she blacked out. But those words didn't fail to hurt the hell out of that demon in whose arms she fell limped. Lucy: I-I hate you.

I question and straightened. "It is no secret that the wolves hold disdain for our kind. Recently Ares has been on a rampage killing my dark witches in search for you. I could kill him myself but I think you would want the honors." She smirks. I clutched my broom tighter and nodded. "Aye I want the mutt." "But if I do help you find him, you must give me the book of spells that you hold." She tsked. Of course she wanted to bargain. I expected nothing less of a dark witch.

PROLOGUE Long ago in the Land of Ramain, witches or anyone who were practicing witchery were being chased down and executed. The law of Ramain forbade the use of spells, witchcrafts and any form of magic to prevent chaos and maintain peace around the land. Witches escaped and isolated themselves in the middle of the woods, where no one could harm them. They also stayed away from one another to live safely. A witch named Sarah, who was separated from her family, lived alone in the dark side of the mountains. Her mother was one of the witches who died during the run and had no idea what happened to her older sisters and to their father.

Destiny works in strange ways, the witches and the wolves have been enemies for a long time, neither cross each other's boundaries and it is highly forbidden to ever mate with each other. Over the years, witches have been mated to wolves, but once the council finds out, they cast a spell to sever the bond immediately. The spell works, but the victim's life changes completely and he or she becomes an outcast, the spell also weakens his or her original powers causing such a person to become weak.

It sliced through his wing like butter, causing Sage to screech like a wounded animal and fall from the sky to the ground below in a fury of flames. I knew it wasn’t over, but before we could comprehend the damages and get to the ground we could hear the Witches chanting. “Quo hinc ad vos. Emissione remanebit, quae non Pyromancers in regnum suum redire non comedes amplius et gentem!” They chanted together, all three of them. I heard Rowen let out a breath of relief at the same time I did. Katrina was up chanting and walking with her sisters. We took our battle back to the ground, helping with the oncoming barrage of ice shards to continue to weaken Sage while the Witches did their work.

"We will need to pick her up quick. Not that I care if he has completed the mating with her or not because I would have her anyway and enjoy teaching her again to obey a male no matter what, but if we can grab her before he completes the mating that will be even better. It may even send his wolf over the edge and make him a rogue." We follow the scents, and they lead us to the clan leaders' home. We stand in the shadows and watch. It isn't long before I see Isabella come out of the back door, sit on the porch and open a book. I look a little closer at the book and notice that it is the small spell book I found near Isabella's mother when I found her after that Warlock leader had beaten and r

Written by Evelyn Mba ©®©® @Paranormal @Romance UNFOLD TRUTH The girl walked over to the other shelf, searching for another book to read. I need a horror book, Mister. Sylvia said to the Library attendant. About what? The man asked. Wolves and Witches. Roxanne said from the other side. Shut up, Witch. Sylvia snapped and turned to the attendant. I'll prefer TRUTH OR DARE. Sylvia said and the attendant shrugged.

Rosalie was doing her best to surround me with a shell of protection. Rufus threw his head back in laughter. He snapped his fingers in the air and the crowd parted to allow at least a dozen vampire witches dressed in black robes and pointed hats to move forward. Had I not realized the century I was in, I would have thought I was at a Halloween convention. I could feel the magic permeating from their hands as they countered the magic my lone sorceress was diligently working. Rosalie may have been one of the most powerful witches out there, but even she was hard pressed to battle from afar a dozen gifted witches who stood before me.

“She really has that much power? To twist all of magic, not just the wolves?” The first witch shakes her head, not with doubt but dread. “Vengeance gives anyone power. But this one—her rage cuts through the land, through the bone of magic itself. Rituals go awry. The trees flower out of season. Nothing is what it should be. The heart of magic’s gone rotten, and the wolves are just the first to fall.” A shiver creeps down my spine. “But why wolves? Why now? The old war’s been over for a generation.”

I said pulling three thick books from my bag and slamming them on the table. He rolled his eyes and looked at me with a bored expression. "You think the answer is in some musty old books?" he asked. "Trust me, I've looked." "Just listen," I ordered. "I spent hours in the Alpha's library trying to find something...anything about witchcraft. After scrawling through almost every book I was beginning to think I was going mad but then I realised something. The books I was looking through were stories and historical facts about the pack- not top secret information concerning magic. A long and exhausted story involving a thorough search for a key no bigger than my thumbnail later I had access to th