Tickle Witch Novels & Stories

“And I'd die breathing the air smelled paint?“ She didn't speak so I look up at her. “I need to tell you a secret, Lara. But promise me, you will never tell even a single soul.“ And I heard something drop behind me. I looked behind me and saw Mina and Hana watching me down here hugging the toilet bowl. “Okay, you all need to promise me something.“ They helped me up, “Anything for you, Miss Zill.“ Mina exclaimed and fixed my hair behind my ears. “Never tell even a single soul.“ “We will never tell a single soul.“ Mina lively said. I snapped my finger and the tissue floated and flew to me. Mina's jaw dropped when she saw what happened. “You can make things move?“ She asked, I thought she would

She stood before me, her eyes gleaming with malicious intent. She reached into a large black bag hanging from her right hand, keeping her gaze fixed on me. "What do you want from me?" I asked, attempting to escape, but one of the dancers pushed me forward, causing me to stumble into the witch's arms. She touched my cheek with a sinister smile as she gripped my right wrist and tried to put a sparkling white bracelet on me.

one of the blue blooded witch,in the past we've had one or two dealings with each other but it was just sex and nothing more. " Torak honey " she called out seductively about to place a kiss on my lips but I grabbed neck choking her, she was looking at me with a mocking smile as if daring me to kill her, I could hear grasp coming from her fellow witch who were all silently begging on her behalf but she seems not to care, I increase my strength effortlessly lifting her from the ground.

“I shall pluck you from my own kin, you fiend.” “Impossible!” The woman lying on the table laughs until she sees Hilda reach into her pocket and then reveal a gray stone or a crystal. It is hard for me to identify, but it looks like something I have seen before. “A stone?” the witch asks. “No, not a stone—Tungsten.” The tainted witch’s lips quiver. “How did you come by this?” “It is of no importance. What is important is what I am about to do with it.” “No!” The gray witch’s voice twists into something unholy. Black veins spread across her eyes, consuming them in shadow.

The tiny human yells at me, still keeping the gun pointed at me. I take few deep breaths to calm my agitation then sit back down on the floor, putting my arms on my bent knees. “Thalia is the name of the witch that created Undeads. She was a vile woman that tried to create an army of monsters to overthrow us. Over a hundred years ago, she and an old alpha experimented on wolves, creating mutated beasts fueled by bloodlust.” I explain shortly, growling lowly as I think of all the horrors that took place at that damn facility. “Hold on, what’s an Undead?” Lia stares at me curiously.

But instead of stopping to torment me as I expected they would, Jean Marc made oogle eyes at Tippy while Kristophe reached out and touched Sashenka's cheek. My magic flared, demon roaring for me to act and I almost did. Almost. But these girls weren't frail and fragile flowers, weren't easily thralled normals like the damaged Page or the equally screwed-up Alison. They were witches, from powerful families. Tippy leaned toward Jean Marc, her ruby lips moving. She laughed when he jerked back from her, scowling. Whatever she said to him set her friends off. Nicci giggled beside her while Donalda howled so loud I heard her over the music.

At times he worried about how such a young witch could not be affected by the dangerous magic, only his worries washed away from seeing how she behaved responsibly with what she learned. “I see, but what does the prince require in such a place? If I remember correctly, this must be your first time visiting such a place” the man commented while stroking his beard slowly as he observed them with guarded eyes. Swallowing the prince felt a cold prickle touch the back of his neck leaving him more uncomfortable than ever. “I have a deal with the potion’s teacher to teach the prince” Anberine’s words caught the librarian’s ears surprising him more than ever, stunned Skye turned to look at Anberine.

Even when I had totally masked my own. A trigger had been needed to awoke her and bring her to the surface. Sensing her mate's proximity to death at the hands of Addanc, she had reacted and finally pushed forward. I had so many questions about her. I was born a witch, my mother and father didn't have any werewolf genes whatsoever, so how had I phased? I had been raking my saturated mind for any feasible answer but nothing came up. News had travelled first across the packs, it was inconceivable for a witch having a wolf. As her whines filled my mind and her being called for her mate, my eyes brimmed with tears.

Everyone around us started smiling and nodding in agreement and Wade smiled, “I would love to. The more time I get with my girls, the better for me.” He brought drinks out for all of us, then asked, “So exactly what happened that brought all of you together?” Taylor spoke first, “My very first excuse is I was raised by humans who just found me in their back yard as a newborn. Seventeen years later, I am walking in my back yard, I touch the fence and I’m suddenly in a strange room with a woman who looks a lot like me! I had no idea I was even a witch before that moment. She put shackles on me and told me to wait for my siblings. That’s how I found out I have siblings.”

She asked and I stilled. "Why will I reject you, you're my mate." I said and she sighed. "Oh." She replied. "Alpha, I'm back." Aren said and I stood up. "I'll be with you soon." I told her leaving to meet Aren outside. Our hacker and computer operator found information about others easily. "What did you find?" I asked. "She's kinda a rogue, but not really." Aren replied. "Explain." I said. "She was the daughter of the former beta of the Crescent pack, her pack was overthrown and they had a new alpha named Alpha Rick, the alpha that has been really disturbing at times to us." He said and I swallowed, wondering what he did to her.