Tickle Witch Novels & Stories

“Good job princess.” I looked around seeing others walking into the woods. One man, a tall slim man dressed all in a black robe was burning something in the fire. The smell seemed to be white. I don’t know why white was the word that first came to me, maybe pure. I looked up at Nikko, “Is he a witch?” Nikko looked down at me, “a warlock maybe. I don’t think he would take kindly to you calling him a witch.” He arched his brow, “why Samantha are you a witch?”

“No one can. Unless she carries it. Find it. Tear it from her. Do not fail me, Tremaine.” I reeled back, the blood draining from me. Spells. Stones. Bewitchment. Witches. The word clicked into place like a blade into flesh. They were witches. They all were. Tremaine, Anastasia, the whole lot of them. And my father—my father who had married her—what had she done to him? I stumbled, the floor groaning underfoot, and panic drove me to flee. But something anchored me there. A need to see, to know. My hand closed on the knob and turned, inch by inch.

Being attached to the foul being is the last thing in the world she’d want. Recluse moved closer still, and Mrs. Belfry could smell the stench of his breath as it hit her face. “Imagine the possibilities, my dear. We would bring terror back to the holiday. Do away with treats and make the tricks so much more horrible.” Another click of the mandibles drove a spike of fear into the witch’s brain and she decided she’d had enough. With a wave of her hand, the half spider was forced off his feet and pressed against the wall. “Save your tricks for lesser beings, Recluse. If I take charge of Lilith’s Hollow, I will use you as I see fit.”

We went there. " Hey !! Where are you?? Come back fast beautiful, our daughters are giving me a though time. Come to the coffee joint. " He was talking to his wife. He seemed to be so much in love with her. I patted the crying child and she stopped crying and looked at me with her round eyes. I touched her cute button nose and she giggled. Then I tickled under her chin and she made a happy sound. " Oh wow !! You are great with kids... I would have taken an hour and still, my princess would not have given me that response. Are you a magician? "

Her words echoed in my mind, each one twisting deeper into my heart. She’s right.I thought of all the times I could have left, all the chances I had to walk away, but I was too selfish, too caught up in her beauty, in the life we could have had. I didn’t listen. And now, Seraphina is dead. Elysia’s hands trembled as she raised them, a dark aura swirling around her fingers. I felt my wolf stir, but before I could do anything, the magic hit me like a wall, knocking me to my knees.“No...” I gasped, trying to shift, to let my wolf take over, but the spell was too strong.

Neva. I surfaced from the stone slowly. Stood in the dead garden in the dusk with the carved piece of rock warm in my palm and a name sitting in my chest that had not been there ten minutes ago and already felt like it had been there a long time. Neva. The third witch. Older than Vael. Taken before my mother was born. The one the Architect had been told was dead and had chosen to believe because the alternative required harder questions. Not dead. Northwest. Far. And apparently capable of leaving carved stones in locked gardens and unsigned letters in locked rooms and a rose bud that had not been there this morning.

Something sharp and calculating and cold. "Yes," I said. She blinked. "What?" "Yes. I am a witch." She stared at me and her face went pale and her hands started shaking. "You admitted it." "I admitted it." "You are a witch." "Yes." She laughed and the sound was sharp and broken. "They are going to burn you." "They are not going to burn me." "They are." "They are not." She stepped closer and her voice was low. "They are going to burn you like they burned the others. They are going to tie you to a stake and light the fire and watch you scream."

"Aww. It's so nice to see you again, sidekick!'' She spat and the crowd stifled a chuckle. "Wait. Why aren't you by her right hand?" She continued, feigning surprise. "Did your best friend demote you??" Tiffany's smirk completely dropped. "You asked why right? Don't you brats own a single mirror? Or haven't any of you told the other person how evil you all look!" Ladies and gentlemen, Nicky Winterfield had to bite her tongue to stop herself from laughing. "Whoever animated the evil witch in sleeping beauty did nothing compared to what your ancestors did to your repulsive faces!" She glared and they shut up.

she laughed referring to the study, that not long ago, was released that tickling when done in excess led to death. When our laughter had died down and it dawned on us that this was really not the perfect time to be laughing and joking like little children when there was a drugged man, dressed in women's clothes and a wig sleeping at the back of the car not forgetting that he also had makeup on. It was a funny situation but we still had the important work to do and that was to cast out the spell that the evil witch, Maya had placed on Alpha Jax and that was the final step we had to do for everything to be back to normal.

Maybe I deserve the punishment. Just then, the witch appeared, as if she had been summoned just by my thinking of her. Her cackles filled the air when she saw my writhing body on the ground, my face scrunched up in intense pain. Rebecca Crosgrove. The witch who placed this soul aching chrse on me. “Well, well, if it isn’t the most powerful alpha lying in the dirt.” She grinned as if the situation amused her, her eyes glinting with wicked delight.