Scarlet Witch Comics Novels & Stories

She fucking asked AJ to stay with her, what is she going to get out of the war between the witches and the wizard? Doesn't she want peace? I sunk my teeth into the maid's neck and fed from her, even though it didn't satisfy my insatiable taste like a human would, I just kept feeding till I could feel her pulse weakened. Such a fucking waste of sperm. I pushed her away, making her have a strong impact on the wall before she fell to the ground. Without even thinking about the pain, she scrambled off the floor and fled away. I needed to tell that wizard I wouldn't go along with the plan again, now I got to know from my Intel that they would soon start preparing for their mating ceremony and I w

“But what if someone comes…” “That’s the idea, silly,” she breathes. “No, I mean, what if someone else comes in…” “I’ll keep a look out,” offers Laura helpfully. “You can imagine I’m Scar Son if you like,” pleads Sandra, starting to squirm around on the bed, her hips writhing in sexual frustration while she fucks herself with two fingers inside her panties.

His calm and confident demeanor seemed to reassure the witches, and they slowly nodded in agreement, trusting in the Silver Wizard's ability to handle the situation. The Silver Wizard, accompanied by three other powerful witches, ventured into the forest to investigate the strange happenings. As they walked, their senses on high alert, they stumbled upon a figure resting under a tree. The Silver Wizard's eyes widened as he sensed the person's injuries, and he quickly rushed to their side. As they drew closer, they were startled to see that it was a young girl, no more than twenty years old, who looked like she had been through a lot. Her clothes were tattered, her hair was disheveled, and he

" For starters I saw her get hurt, she was bleeding a lot. I had tried to use my powers on her but it didn't work out. I thought she wasn't going to make it. If it were some human they would be unconscious right now and would probably be needing a blood transfusion but her, She is all better not even a single scar dad.." " Do you think she is a vampire or a witch maybe??" he asked but before I could say anything, her mom and Val came out of the room looking as pale as ever. I was looking at them intently checking to see if there was any sign that could tell me whether they are vampires. But non plus I could smell a witch or vampire a mile away and they smelled like humans well except Val who

More werewolves emerged from the side woods and that was when I knew the two human females we had just rescued were not the only ones. Jared shapeshifted and Thelma conjured fire. I saw that her flames were purple and not like mine which was blue. An elusive memory gnawed at me. I somewhat knew what it meant but it didn't come to me immediately. It occurred to me then that Sarafina's flame was the regular orange colour while mine was blue which I didn't think was farfetched. I supposed the normalcy was why I didn't notice before and I wondered if every single witch, with the ability, has their own distinguishing colour. I figured that must be cool.

It was winter period when I first found my mate, she was beautiful and fair, had skin as white as snow, her hair was as flowy as velvet, and she had the voice of an angel. Perhaps, I was biased because she was mine, but it was the truth, one thing that kept me from pursuing her at first was that she was a witch. We werewolves and witches were not that close, we tend to get on each other’s nerves, so I knew my father would not approve, he was big on keeping to the rules.

Hecate waved her hand through the mirror, dissipating it into a fog. "You mean Karmina. From my understanding, she has started making some movement about four years ago." Willow mentioned as she recalled the information Miss J shared with her. Karmina had been recruiting Rogues from different Supernatual groups, Witches especially. She had made a scene in the Werewolf community, but as to why, Miss J hadn't told her. Hecate nodded along as if reading her thoughts.

It was a VERY weak evidence, if you could even call it that. Then there was a whole lot of detailed testimony of witnesses who either saw the 'Scarlet Angels' in their dreams, like me and my grandma, or even heard their whispers and saw them in real life. This was much more interesting, as many people described the 'Scarlet Angels' similar to Laurens Vermeulen's drawing. Of course there were many differences, but 'the_scarlet_truth' wrote in his comment at the end of the post that it would be naive to think that such creatures cannot change their appearance. They were angels, incorporeal beings, so with that in mind, they could look different to each person. All in all, the only thing in com

The room spun, blurring the faces of those around me into a kaleidoscope of colors and shapes. The subtle effects of alcohol kicked in, revealing my delicate tolerance. The once-anonymous room rebelled against my unsteady movements, swaying gently. The comfort I sought was within reach, teasing my consciousness with its enticing dance. Stumbling through the whirling room, I found myself in the center of an ecstatic dance floor. The crowd enveloped me, every step a brief respite from the pain of betrayal. In the rhythmic beat of the music, I found fleeting comfort, a temporary escape from the ache in my chest.

"How could it be, sister? It's only just a dream. And who is this Red Witch? I never heard of her." "Before healing in the mountains, the servants there were all locals in a nearby tribe," I state In my facts to make it a believable story. "The nurse, name Lita had told me about the Red Witch. She was vicious and cruel and drank blood from her victim and friends with all monsters. Initially, I was skeptical, but Lita had witnessed her killing her sister. Lita told me she fell in love with the man her sister was with and wished to be with him if only the sister were out of the picture. Her wishes came true as the Red Witch was drinking the blood of her sister as monsters all devoured the rest