Scarlet Witch Pregnant Novels & Stories

She squeals out. Mmm, I love hearing her call out my name. Scarlett pushed on my chest, turning me over so that I was below her. She climbed on top of me, swiftly taking me inside of her. She gripped onto the headboard and began rocking her hips back and forth. I held her hips tightly, enjoying every damn second, loving the feeling of her tightly around me. I swatted her ass as she moved against me, and this made her cry out. I did it again, but harder. I felt her walls beginning to tighten around me, which told me she wasn’t going to last much longer.

“Then can I add a little bit of twist to our imaginary situation? What if along the line you find out that you are pregnant and since your mate doesn’t believe that you didn’t cheat, he assumes that the pup isn’t his and asks you to abort it, no questions asked?” The frown on her face was back and her confusion became more evident. “Oh Athena! Why does your imagination keep getting worse? Are you in some kind of trouble? Does this have anything to do with you?” She asked, her frown becoming worry. “No, it’s nothing like that. I’m not in trouble.” Okay, maybe I should stop with the scenerios now before it really landed me in trouble. Rita could over react when she got worried. “Wait a minute.

She recalled this terrible smell, when once their pack caught some of the witches at the border, doing voodoo. Scarlett knew they had no heart. Their heart had turned dark once they decided to rebel against their coven. Kind of a curse of their Goddess Hecate. Just like the rogues! Even more dangerous! Scarlett's blurred vision snapped up to the woman, alarmed. However, it was too late! How could she not realise at the beginning!? Dark witches could do any spell and change their scents! "Wh-at did you mix in the water? What... I..." She stood up, stumbled and tried to touch the woman, yet she couldn't as her limbs were not supporting her. She was in the sign of paralysed!

She sits me down across from her desk and she folds her hands and she looks at me like she's about to break something she can't put back together. "Your wolf isn't dead, Lena. It was never dead. And what's waking it up right now isn't stress or proximity to other wolves." She holds my gaze. "It's the pregnancy." The room is very quiet. "How long have you known?" I ask. "That you were pregnant?" She exhales. "Since last week. Bastien doesn't know. Nobody knows." She pauses. "But that's not the part I'm worried about." She opens her desk drawer and slides a folder across to me. Inside is a single page, a test result with my name on it and a set of markers I don't recognize.

The witch’s sister laughs, blood dripping from the cracked altar stone. The whole Summit watches my belly like it’s a death sentence. Draven’s hand locks around my wrist, his claws digging in to hold me upright because my knees want to give out. “Double curse,” the witch’s sister says. “One takes the babe, one takes the mother. Your uncle knows.” The crowd gasps, two hundred Alphas heard every word. Every one of them smells my fear now. I taste copper, I bit my tongue when she said pregnant. I didn’t know, we only bonded three days ago.

I did what I needed to do and set the test on the edge of my dresser, then sat on my mattress and stared at it. One minute passed. Two minutes. Three. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't move. Slowly, on trembling legs, I stood and picked up the test. Two pink lines. Positive. The test slipped from my fingers and clattered to the floor. I was pregnant. I was pregnant with a vampire's child. With Lucian Aion's child. But that was impossible. Impossible. Unless… Unless I wasn't fully human. The room spun. I grabbed the dresser to keep from falling.

the witch breathed in relief. Scarlett tried to loosen some of her powers from its cage, but she could not. She focused more, but it seemed it wasn't working, and more and more she was drawn towards the witch. In a moment of panic, she wriggled her bare toes, and balls off colourful sand, struck the witch directly on her face. The invincible hold on Scarlett loosened, and she found herself lying flat on the ground. She did a backward summersault, and ran into the dark forest, not once looking back. Unknown to her, she'd erased her facial features from the witch memories when the sand had hit her on the face. It was perhaps a moment of awakening for her.

Scarlett muttered and turned around before lifting the sports bra that she was wearing before the food that he wanted. "You’re a witch." Theodore pointed out, but he dared not reach near her, respecting her privacy. Unlike werewolves, witches and vampires didn’t like nudity, so invading their privacy wasn’t a good idea. "I’m also a mother, smarty-pants," Scarlett responded. "And don’t forget your baby also has wizard’s blood in his vein." She snapped at him. Theodore didn’t say anything about that part. He had met her daughter, Raven, who was barely a year old. So he could guess how Scarlett could breastfeed Griffin.

"You looked much better last night." "You’re flirting with me," I accused. "Yes," he murmured. "You now have got my interest, beautiful lady." My legs wobbled. Grayson caught me, his hands firm on my waist. "You can’t," I breathed. "I’m married, I can not betray Jimmy!" His expression darkened. "Him?" He scoffed, stepping back. "Think about it, Lilith. I’ll be waiting for your answer." With that, he turned and walked away.

Laylin softly breathed out a sigh at his flaring temper. She closed her eyes in silent, her heart drumming in her chest. “Scarlet was the daughter of a Rakhbar Princess and Sansy so it made her the perfect medium: the blood of both, Red Witch and White Wolf. You said the Old Mistress sees the future, did she see it?”