The Enchanting Bayou Witch And Her Bikers Novels & Stories

“I want more than a plan. I want power. There has to be something. A spell. A rune. A pact. Anything.” Ben looked to the horizon. “Then we go see someone who knows those things.” Gunner raised a brow. “Charlie already said—” “I’m not talking about Charlie,” Ben cut in. “I’m talking about the witch who taught Charlie.” Jax groaned. “Please tell me she’s not the one who lives in the swamp and throws dead frogs at people.” Tyler smirked. “Oh, she is. And I bet she’s missed us.” ************* Deep in the southern edge of neutral territory...

"Oh, but you will. Once I have Theria in my custody. Your little strumpet will live so as long as you cooperate, Warren. The last report from the Bokken Riders said they are very close to taking the Scald Crow and its crew over." "The witch is lying to you," Warren stared at the buildings just outside the car door with a wistful expression on his face. The witch has no choice to listen, or she won't get free. She held up a tube, "I also gathered the original enchantment from various tribal leaders in the area." "So, you plan to antagonize the one ally you have. How smart is that?" from where Warren sat, Vasilia looked batshit crazy. "We'll call it an insurance policy to make sure she holds u

All the while, I’m hating myself, but if I’m going to get out of here, I need to capture my captor. Witches are basically humans with magic. They can’t heal the way wolves can, which makes them weak physically. She is wrapped up in lust, perfect, as she throws her head back I wrap the chains around her neck twice and squeeze. “Austin! What are you doing?!” She gags. “Who are you?!” I whisper menacingly and squeeze tighter.

She struggled slightly to get in and looked up at me somewhat embarrassed. “Short people problems”, she laughed shyly and shrugged her shoulders The moment she got in I got hit with the most intoxicating smell. It smelled like cinnamon and sugar mixed with something floral that I couldn’t quite recognize. Ajax started pacing in my head practically salivating over this girl we didn’t even know, who wasn’t even a werewolf, but a witch! What was his deal? “So Sierra, is it? Your dad tells me you’re in your senior year! That’s exciting”, my dad said breaking me from my own thoughts.

"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

“Then how can I make you undo it?” “If I’m done showing you what you needed to learn.” She moved closer but I backed away from the thought that she might do something bad to me. I remembered the time when I first went to the bayou to see Giofré but came in contact with his entire pack that almost got me killed. The time when he strangled me and lifted me from the ground, he suddenly winced in torment as if there was a pang in his head that was too painful to endure. Everyone concluded that I was a witch and they immediately feared me from being one. But I wasn’t and what was it about the witches that frightened the werewolves?

I was death incarnate and nothing was going to stop me from reaching my little wolf. The monster in the corner appeared chained so we charged at the two men. I could sense from their energies that they were witches, but that didn’t slow me down. We’d taken them completely by surprise. I launched at the first one, sinking my teeth into his shoulder and tearing his arm off. Caleb shot towards the other one who swore and conjured up a fire ball aiming at Caleb. I tossed the arm across the room with a shake of my head and charged at the witch who was conjuring fire. He chanted something and a ring of flames sprang up around him and his partner. Caleb and I paced the outside of the circle looking

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 kept on running, following our Luna's scent, the more I ran the more her scent became stronger, and I sensed trouble waiting ahead too. "Argh!" Blitch halted at the familiar voice in pains. It was Allegra's. He was torned for a moment to either go after our Luna or Allegra. "Argh!" She yelled again in pain, now I and Blitch had begun running to Allegra. I reached the place, and it was another blood bath. Kaleb and some of the warriors were fighting off some rogues and witches. My eyes zeroed in on my female Beta Gabi, she was at an end in her wolf form, fighting off some rogues about to get to Allegra. My eyes landed on Allegra, she was deeper in the woods, far away from the blood bath, w

My name is Stella Basile im twenty one. I once lived a normal life. A normal life for a witch that is. My family were part of a large coven in Maine. I loved it there, we all did. When I was sixteen, everything changed. My family calls it the event. I know cheesy right? It was definitley a life-changing event. One that dispersed everyone and our coven was no more. I mostly do not remember what happened and no one will talk about it.