Siphoner Witches Novels & Stories

voice I didn’t recognize spoke up. His voice demanding respect without yelling. “Listen up little girl. You don’t make demands here. Now, I’ll ask one more time. Who are you and why are you here?” “FUCK YOU” spat Kiara with an intense growl. “ I don’t know why you entertain these trespassers Kirian. This one clearly is a bloodsucker. She’s already threatened to drain us dry. We need to dispose of her and her wolf friends.” Said a second man’s voice full of disdain. “ First off nobody will do anything unless I say” this time a voice of a woman chimed in. Hmm, that must be the one in charge. “Has anyone tried talking to her male companions?” asked the same voice “ someone fucked up on the dos

I would never put her in danger even if it meant I had to suffer miserably without being able to see her at all. I was a Siphon, so I could utilize other people’s magics as long as I came in contact with them. Right now, I was able to utilize sixty-one different magics, which was a historical record. Siphons were incredibly powerful witches, so only a handful had ever been recorded. I was two years older than the twins, who would turn eighteen in the next month. Kenzie sure grew up in the past three years. It was great to see the woman that she had become.

“No. Caro doesn’t have any power of her own. But she can steal anyone’s power. She is a Siphoner.” “Siphoner? I thought she was a witch.” “Siphoners are also a witch, rejected from their coven for being an abomination of Nature because they had no power of their own but did possess a rare power that allowed them to siphon magic from other sources and use that magic for their own purposes. Despite the fact that siphoners are born with these abilities and may face harsh treatment when discovered. They appear to be rare and few in numbers, although they are rather controversial because they have the potential to become witch-vampire hybrids.” Liara explained in detail before adding, “Odo!! I wa

Wyatt asked me. "Not the faces, but the names, yes. Caluder was my mother's clan." I felt Wyatt's hand squeeze mine. "and the Spivey clan is from the Moon Valley coven. I can't speak for all of them, but over half of these women are witches." "That's what I was assuming." Wyatt said. "Did you sense any other supernatural beings inside the club when you dropped Mana's bond?" "I was too busy running from you." I said. "And zapping us." Archie added, mocking his hand as if they were electrified.

“She’s the family healer. Took over from her mom when she passed. She’s not a witch, but she can manage a few spells.” “A werewolf who is not a mage, but can manage a few spells?” I noted. “That’s very interesting.” “She’s not a werewolf,” Xavier said and I turned to her. He added. “She’s a siphon.” “What?” I blinked. “She doesn’t magic that she can call her own,” he continued. “She draws magic from any one attuned to magic around her for her spells. Essentially, she has to be around someone who can practice magic to do the same, or she’s useless.”

“I-I met Marina before my abilities began to change. She was always stopping by the bar I worked in. I found it odd because she was overly friendly in a kind of creepy way. Almost like she was being forced to be nice to me. Do you…do you think she might be the woman you’re looking for?” Pacing around the room, I raise my hand to rub the back of my neck. I can feel the tension in my body become stronger. “It might be possible, luv. I cannot be sure unless I see her. What does this Marina woman look like?” She swallows and rubs her hands down her thighs. “She has dark hair and weird, almost colorless eyes. They’re like really clear glass. She’s tall…maybe about five foot eight, and slim. If sh

A growl from Hunter brought her back to alert, and in the next instant, she was able to stop two more trees from hitting not only herself and Gavin, but Aiden and the other wolves as well. “So, that’s your decision.” Seraphina sighed with disappointment “Very well, then. We will do what is necessary to purify your soul and open your paths. Even if it means losing a potential slave or two…” As the witch spoke, the confusion of smells flooded the noses of Corinne and all the other wolves and tigers that were there with them, just a second before several shifters of various species, some mercenaries and others with strange white eyes, almost milky, as if they were no longer completely rational,

The night sky over the Witches’ Domain shimmered with a strange hue, a pulsating silver mist flowing through the air like magic itself was alive. The trees here whispered secrets to one another, and the wind carried more than just the scent of the earth—it carried memories, power, and bloodlines long thought extinguished. Salem, a high witch and cousin to the Queen, stepped out of the twilight portal that opened near the Obsidian Stones—a gateway reserved for the ancient bloodlines. Her long midnight-blue cloak trailed behind her, brushing the moss-covered stones as she descended the forested path toward the sacred hall.

Gulping hard as the words started registering in her head. “And how will you do that?” “Ahh!” She exclaimed as she pointed to the witch at the work table. “That’s where Siobhan comes in. She’s going to come up with some sort of magical instrument that will drive you crazy. The kind of crazy that would hopefully have you going on a rampage where you be one very violent.” “You see Siobhan is renowned for this. She has tested this formula on wolves, vampires, it even works on some demons!! But never your kind so she’s happy to try.”

Her heavy orange-sized balls churned visibly, and her own slick demonic pussy dripped molten nectar in slow, teasing trails down her powerful thighs. The other four witches, Sophie, Mia, Riley, and Lena remained helplessly chained at the edges of the pentagram, forced to watch on their knees. Their lace lingerie was soaked through at the crotch, nipples hard and visible through the thin fabric. They breathed heavily, eyes glued to their leader’s degradation, unable to look away even as their own pussies throbbed with shameful need.