Romans & histoires The Enchanting Bayou Witch And Her Bikers

“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

She cried. "Why? Why help a total stranger huh? Surely you have something you want!" I huffed to her face. "Take me away from Jeff, that's all I want." She whimpered and I stared deep into those beautiful grey eyes. Why did she want to stay away from Jeff so badly? But then again, that wasn't my business. What mattered was that she knew the cure to my curse. For so long, I've been searching for a way and now it appeared. Should I take it? Could I trust this Witch?

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.

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.

It was a place of slaughter, of dark rites and blood-soaked altars, and now Eleanor was sailing straight into its shore. If she knew what I knew, the true depth of those witches’ wickednwss, she would never have set foot on that boat. She would have turned back, kept our pup safe within the pack’s borders, far from the reach of their evil hands. But she didn’t know, and I couldn’t sit idle, pacing the dirt paths of our territory, waiting for word of her fate. Her Beta, Ryker, was gone too, likely at her side, and I cursed his loyalty even as I envied it. Together, they might think themselves strong, but against the witches of Capris Coven? They would be no match, none of us would. Those hags

Would Lady Cecile go for it? Were the witches like the wolves who had one leader who they obeyed unquestioningly? If one of the witches present decided that Baylor’s life was not worth the trade and took actions into their own hands, I was fucked. Too much was at stake, a lot could go wrong. A rustling caught my attention, “Shhh!” I said suddenly. Baylor on the other hand saw it as a chance, “Over here!” he yelled. “Shit!” I snarled, that bastard was giving us away.

But even amid the warmth, strategy loomed like a shadow. Silas, seated quietly near the fire, finally spoke. “Vera won’t stay dormant forever. We’re down to hours—not days.” Thomas nodded firmly. “Our scouts reported movement along the outer bayous. The witches are gathering.” Claude’s deep Cajun voice rumbled through the room. “Then we burn them out like Odessa said. Seal every path with fire. Force them into the open.” Rio nodded, his jaw set. “It will work. We’ll make sure of it.”

Bri shouted smiling, and then she sent herself full throttle into a spin. We caught her up and immediately fell into Bri’s training the men and women behind us dressed as one form or another of wolves followed suit. Some dancing alone others together and mingling in groups. An hour or more passed, and the streets became more dense with people as we came down the narrow streets of the quarter. Our ranks pulled in tighter Zoey and Isaac pulled away from the others coming close to our backs. Bri never missed a step, mine or Wyatt’s hands always keeping on her sliding down her curves and keeping pace. What may have looked like reckless abandon and wild movements to the crowd was a sensuous dance

She knew the bitch was still around. Allison’s eyes welled with fresh tears again thinking Zamini’s body burned in the blazing house. She choked a sob with pain and hurt. She couldn't save her. She failed as their saviour. She couldn't stop Thana. “Thana is still here. Let's catch that bitch!” Esther prompted her to move but Suddenly three women appeared in their vision wearing black gowns. Their aura screamed ugly vibes and Esther and Allison knew they were witches. Evil witches! Allison rose to her full height slowly despite the pain shooting through her back. Her bloodshot eyes burned with utter rage. She will kill them. Mercilessly.