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My eyes met hers and her scent, the delicious scent that had me going crazy hit me harder than ever, my eyes widened, I couldn't believe this, my nostrils flared and my wolf jumped. "Mate, mate, mate, mate." My wolf danced happily. "Mate." I said and my beta left her hands and stepped back immediately, my warriors turned to me in surprise, I stared at her as her eyes widened, I'm sure she also felt what I felt. I took in her appearance, her strawberry blonde hair that was very long, she had it braided into pigtails, her freckles, her lips, her curvy body, which showed very well, due to her coming out from the water, her nipples were visible and I growled because the others saw that, she was

The witch of the south, Persephone the witch of creation. The witch of the East, Freya the witch of space. Each of the four witches and their master were legends in this world. Even more so in Lustburg. They had created an organization that was nearly equal in power with the church. Barely concealing his excitement and cursing his currently uncouth appearance, Sol turned toward Edea. "I really need a bath right now. I feel bad talking to a new acquaintance like that." Looking at Sol walking towards Edea's cottage while being helped by her, Freya couldn't help but fe

I enter my shared apartment with Lucas and Catherin and rush to my bedroom and smack the door on their faces before they ask me questions. I plop myself on the bed laying on the stomach in terror, what would have happened if someone found that am a witch? Humans were always the people to hate us. They even killed many of my kind without any mercy thinking that we too have family and kids to take care of. The way they put fire to our homes in forests just because we do witchcraft for treating people. Not gonna lie few do witchcraft to hurt others but not my kind, not my family.

I groaned as I looked around, trying to determine if I recognized it. Of course, I have no fucking clue where I am. I gripped the handle tighter, taking a defensive stance as a ring of fire surrounded the clearing, trapping me in the middle. “Oh, have I reached the boss level?” I questioned. “SHOW YOURSELF, SHIT WITCH!” I shouted. “That is not my name.” Shit Witch scoffed as the flames parted. “I am Melania, the most powerful witch in the world.” She did a cringy hair flip as she boasted.

the queen asked as on of the pixies poured her a glass of wine. "Yes," Azriel answered curtly. "May I know why? she prodded further with her ever-charming smile. "For a project," Sienna cut in. "Going too far for a project," the queen commented with a knowing glint. "Umm... do you know anything about the witch? I mean something that can help us reach her," Sienna enquired inquisitively. "That Witch is a mystery. Probably the oldest on the earth. Her element is fire and she loves eating heart," her voice took a dark tone when she said the last part. Sienna froze with shock.

" 3 of you, listen to one thing and once for all. Just stay away from her or I will make sure that you will not get work at all. I swear... I would ruin you all. " " Oh, What??? But why ?? We were just trying to get to know her more. " " All you need to know about her is that her full name is Srusti Mohit Paul. She is my wife. " " What ?? Your wife?? You are married?? When did that happen?? " " That's none of your business. Just remember that she is my wife. Now if I see you showing interest in her, I will break all your bones and your handsome faces. You won't get much work after that."

I forced a shaky smile on my face while my brain reminded me to be a nice evil witch. Evil was subjective in the witch community. I could raise the dead and snatch the soul or power from a being. It had pretty much been a given that I would be cast as the evil witch of the West Coast Coven. But truly, like humans, witches were neither inherently good nor evil. There were many other witches in the West Coast that could have a decent shot at my title—the wily little bitch that had cursed me for starters—but not a single one of them was going to get it. I’m the best Goddess-damned evil witch in the whole of the country and I’d love to see them come and take me do

The Witch of the sun, The Moon Goddess, The Icy Witch, The Cinnamon Witch, The Witch Queen, The Sugar Witch, The Witch of Doom… She saw something now. She went a few books back and found the book that clearly said The Cinnamon Witch. “I found it!”

I tilt my head up to the person who just talked. I narrow my eyes. "Who are you, by the way?" The woman smiles. She has curly black shiny hair. has a dark skin but is beautiful. "I was the leader of the witches in the real world. when we sensed that the royal blood soldier was in danger. We make a sacrifice to return here inside the prison box.Even if we knew that we couldn't go back if the royal blood soldier died in the hands of the hybrid. Wanda is a thousand-year old half-witch, wolf, and vampire. Who do we think has already escaped from his coffin? The underworld that all of the creatures back then jointly built was already collapsed. Our power detects th

My knee became weak, completely giving up beneath me and I was forced to lay on my back. Through my blurred vision, I watched as the ball of light float in the sky above me and the forest below came alive and everything was different. Couldn't tell if I was imagining things but what I am seeing looks a lot like the old picture of the legendary witch mountain- the silver mountain that I once saw in the pack's history book. For a brief moment, I was able to feel my wolf again and my father's worried voice asking about my whereabouts came through the link. I told him I am on the Silver mountain before the link went off but am sure no one will believe the tale to be true. Gently, the ball of lig