The Enchanting Bayou Witch And Her Bikers Novels & Stories

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.

“It’s been my experience the goddess does what she wants when she wants. I get the distinct impression she enjoys her freedom.” The witch held her head up proudly. “I have found the way. I will do this for my alpha. Do not test my patience. The alternative isn’t pretty and I don’t prefer to do business that way. If you do not play nice, they will kill your friends.” My heart dropped to my fucking toes when one of their guys neared, carrying a struggling Kylie. He had his hand clamped over her mouth. He smirked at me as he walked by. He crossed the creek, dumping Kylie on the ground near the witch. Our count was up to three wolves, a psycho witch, two victims, and one Gemma.

‘Mervon loved her like a mother, well, maybe an older sister. She thought with a wry grin, the truth of the matter was she saw Mervon as the daughter she would never have because she loved Xavier with all her heart and soul, but he had never looked at her in that way. Loretta had been forced to watch him take woman after woman to his bed, listening as he gave them the pleasure she longed for. Lying in her lonely bed and pleasuring herself dreaming of the day it was his hands, his fingers, his hard cock ramming into her. It had never happened, he saw her only as a friend, someone useful to him because of her ‘female’ skills, especially with his daughter. Her devotion to him never wavered, and

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.

“We have a winner.” I rub the back of my neck. “What I don’t understand is the motive.” Why would anyone willingly try to piss Damien off? Is it sensible? Absolutely not. It probably violates several universal laws of self-preservation. The only people I’ve ever seen survive doing it are his brother… and now his wife. Rhea. That’s her name, isn’t it? Honestly, she might be just as terrifying as her husband if she can get him this twisted up—and he can’t do a single thing about it.

"We have a problem. Three of Garrett's bikers are missing. They went for supplies two hours ago. Never came back." "Missing or dead?" Victoria asked. "Do not know. But their bikes are still here. Their weapons are still here. They disappeared on foot. Without gear. Without explanation." "That makes no sense. Why abandon bikes and weapons?" "Unless they did not abandon them. Unless they were taken. Quietly. Professionally." Maya appeared in the doorway. Limping. Her leg wound was infected. Getting worse.

A female silhouette makes way between the rogues as they part to let her through. -"Bravo! What a display of strength." The stranger's voice creeps through the woods. Morgan shifts back as she goes unconscious because of her wound. Her shoulder injury looks terrible. I cover her with my wolf body and give a warning growl at the female identity. -"Oh, aren't you a feisty little thing. Shift back. You have no escape. You are outnumbered." I refuse to submit to her request, and I am ready to fight to my last breath. She reeks of black magic—a Shadow Witch, probably the one who masked the rogues' smell.

Her locks were so large, and she had cowries around her head. "Who are you, and what do you know about Laika?" I growled but stayed distant because something told me that violence would not be great now. "Xara, the witch of Bangatha. I conjured the spell on you and have been aiding Erika since then." "Are you telling me this to get you killed?" I asked. The sorceress looked around at the men pointing their swords at her. "I find it difficult to speak when I am surrounded with weapons."

“What rumors have reached your ears?” Mika's piercing blue eyes pinned me in place. “Oh, let me think.” His voice dripped with mockery. “How about the fact that you cursed an entire family because you were rejected by a lover? Or the fact that you turned countless people into toads with your witchcraft? And let's not forget the number of people you've inflicted with illness because they paid you to do it.” My jaw fell open. Like, actually open. Catherine Wells really was a witch. Not only that, she was a vile one at that.

Unfortunately for him, he had to deal with her Dark Magic first hand. "From what we have gathered, she has taken a liking to Rogues in particular as they don't like to follow leaders." his gaze settled on Dante and Jayce. "Some Dark Witches have also taken a liking to her, but they have gone into hiding." he mentioned, shifting his gaze to Janice. She nodded her head, but her grey eyes showed how deeply this news troubled her. "What is the plan of action?" Jax asked after he recollected himself and probably doubled checked to make sure he didn't soil himself after the Werewolf King had him pinned briefly.