The Jealous Witch Novels & Stories

That's right. I bought this top-tier, brawny werewolf to scrub my cauldron and do my chores. The inspiration came from a fellow witch I met at the wizarding market. She was bragging about her new half-orc slave, claiming he could lick the floors so clean you could see your reflection in them and even served as her personal foot warmer in the winter. While the other witches burst out laughing and treated it as a joke, I was the only one who zeroed in on two key words: labor and warmth.

"I sent her away long ago. I don't even know why she's here now! You have to believe me!" "Enough! I don't want to hear another word from you!" My voice rose, cutting through his frantic protests. I looked at him with unmasked revulsion, and for the first time, he seemed to register the depth of my contempt. Meanwhile, Jasmine's shrill voice broke through the tense silence. "I knew him first!" she screeched, struggling against the witches holding her back. "I've stood by him for twenty years! Why should he choose you, someone he met only once? What kind of spell did you cast on him?!"

That explains a lot of books brought to their room. "I see that you're into books, no doubt you were accelerated to the 3rd year," Barbie said with a smile. Jucel's thin lips curled into a small, shy smile. Barbie suddenly leaned towards her and the silver-haired young woman leaned back in surprise. Barbie spoke in a hushed voice. "I saw a book that really caught my attention back in your room. It was entitled 'Identifying Witchcraft'. Can you tell me what was that about?" Jucel's eyes widened and Chloe's eyebrows met as she turned her head to the former girl. "Identifying Witchcraft?" she asked, mimicking Barbie's hush voice as she figured out that it was confidential.

Jessa, the old witch, closed the door of her eerie home with a resounding thud, causing both Elvie and Jasmine to startle. They exchanged uneasy glances as they took a seat in the dimly lit room. Jessa settled in front of them, her pale, bony fingers drumming on a rickety wooden table. In her unsettling, raspy voice, Jessa inquired, "Why do you seek my help?” Elvie, her determination unwavering, leaned forward and answered, "We need a powerful potion, one that will make our future alpha fall deeply in love with me."

she snapped in annoyance as she helped herself up. "Jinx! You cast a spell on him and made him forget all that happened up till this evening!" "Huh! But I did nothing but place my hand over his head," Lucia said with a confused look. "That's why I said you are powerful! According to the history of the world of vampires, wolves, and witches, only six people have been able to perform a jinx successfully." "Really? And who are those?" Lucia asked with excitement. "The dark lord himself- Lucifer, the current heads of the wolves, witches and vampires, queen Jezebel and your father!"

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.

Destiny works in strange ways, the witches and the wolves have been enemies for a long time, neither cross each other's boundaries and it is highly forbidden to ever mate with each other. Over the years, witches have been mated to wolves, but once the council finds out, they cast a spell to sever the bond immediately. The spell works, but the victim's life changes completely and he or she becomes an outcast, the spell also weakens his or her original powers causing such a person to become weak.

he said, his voice revealing the frustration and anger he felt within. “Nope, I came from the pack too. However I am a witch, I can do magic.” I wove my fingers in the air for effect. “You must be kidding me.” his eyes squinted as he spoke. Czar knew werewolves could scent a witch but nothing about her showed she might be one. However he decided to be careful around her, she might truly be a witch or perhaps lost her mind. He remembered the enchantress's warning and tried to gauge her if she was a threat or merely a wannabe witch.

Something was weird, I could sense it, but I couldn't point out exactly what it was, though I had a guess of who the source of the weird stuff was going to be. I moved my gaze to the guys walking behind her. A few seconds passed and nothing unusual happened. Maybe it's nothing after all, I returned my gaze to Lovely, but was forced to tear my gaze off her and stare at the guys behind her. The sound of bone breaking filled the air. My eyes widened as I stared at the posture the ground of guys was making. The sound of bone breaking, their current posture... I knew it all too well, it was something so familiar. It was all too familiar, they were shape-shifters also.

she said, her voice dropping into a smooth, even tone as her bare feet touched the stone floor. The moment her toes made contact with the stone, every white-robed witch in the hall bowed their heads deeply in unison. “Hail, High Priestess Jillena,” the witches declared together, their voices echoing off the stone walls in a singular chant. My warriors exchanged frantic, disbelieving glances. “The High Witch? The Revered?” Galena and Broody gasped simultaneously, lowering their defensive stances by a fraction in sheer shock. Myra stepped forward, her silver dagger clutched tightly in her hand as she sneered, saliva falling past her elongated fangs in her half-shifted state.