When A Witch Loves A Werewolf Novels & Stories

A hope for moonlight resides hidden in plain sight and she not aware of her own birthright, hold true to your heart and love will light the way. “It’s a riddle, and I don’t know what it has to do with me!” I balk at the odd prophecy. What does any of it mean? I never knew my parents. I don’t have a wolf. I am just a witch. A witch who has feelings for a werewolf that I have only met a few times. I think we have to be careful, I can’t go blowing things up and electrocuting things whenever we get close, but also I don’t want to give up before we even try being together. We will have to keep us a secret so don’t freak everyone out from here on out and take things slowly while I learn to control

He said. “I thought witches didn’t have mates as us wolves do.” I stated matter-of-factly. “Just because we don’t find our mates at eighteen like you do and have some miraculous bond snap into place doesn’t mean that we don’t have soul mates. Many witches are serial monogamists who mate for life just like werewolves. The goddess leads us to them in mysterious ways” he said. “So, are you trying to tell me that Sierra is my mate?” I asked him almost laughing in his face

I was then dragged to stand and a warm embrace welcomed me. “Be my bride, Sahara. I love you.” Prince Ameril’s words were like flowers to my ears. By then, I decided to be evil. I will then be recognized by history as the evil witch who stole the prince from his beloved princess at the day of their wedding. “I love you.”

The excitement on Ramsey’s face doubled, as he knew she was getting to the best part. “He found his mate, and the two of them fell in love, they were even about to marry. Then the evil witch came back, she was angry that this human she’d cursed only became better and not worse, she hated the fact that this cursed wolf was so loved by thousands of people whose lives he had changed. She wanted to see him suffer, she wanted to kill him.

Yes, I manage to ease off a bit but every time I heard their soft moans and growls, my brain could imagine how the battle is going. And the thought of imagining things is worse than looking at them fighting because of me. An eighteen years old man with a serious brain issue is fighting against two because he hated the idea when someone wants to be her boyfriend. "We're werewolves, honey, not monsters. Half human and half wolf." says defensively the woman next to me. "And, truth be told, humans are more monstrous than us. Keep that in mind." Because my heart and brain could not make it to the finish line, I remove the woman's grip by force and run as fast as I can even without considering whe

Jasmine always loved to gush about how there could be werewolves around us ever since she read a book about them. “This guy is too hot to be human, Ava. Only werewolf males can be as beautiful as that!” She replied as if she couldn’t be more wrong. “You are talking as if you have met one of them before,” I said with an eye roll. “I wish I get to meet them. And I wish I can get married to one of them one day. Waking up for the rest of my life beside such eye candy is an eternal blessing.”

He then stopped, breathing hard and buried his face in the corner of my neck. “What are you?” he asked, somewhat dazed. "Human?" I said with a frown. 'Couldn't he tell?' I wondered. "you?" "I'm a Lycan and you are no ordinary human," he rasped. 'Oh! That's what he meant. Perhaps he could perceive that I was a witch.' I thought to myself, remembering him in his beastly form thinking I was right in my deduction of what he was. Lycans and werewolves are known for their keen sense of smell just like the nightwalkers who can tell apart regular human blood from a witch's blood. My mother once told me that nocturnal creatures feared drinking witches' blood because they are scared of being enslaved

The music played with deep bass and Fenna started talking in a deep voice, “Once werewolves lived in packs of thousands. They were superior beings loved by all. But with great beauty comes jealousy. The human race got jealous of the werewolf’s majestic appearance and the unity that lived among them. A war broke out and our numbers rapidly decreased. The moon goddess was determined to not let her creation go extinct, so she made a werewolf greater than the gods themselves. A werewolf mighty and pure of heart. Her revenge rained down on earth in the form of a massive red wolf with eyes like a raging fire. Agnitus was born. Agnitus saved the werewolves, burning anything or anyone who dared to s

he said, his tone every bit mocking. I was so shocked that I didn't even say anything as he started his story, an almost hostile grin on his face. "Once upon a time, there was a witch, who fell in love with a werewolf. And what do you know, the werewolf fell right in love with her, too. Obviously, this interspecies union was met with a lot of hatred on both sides, but eventually, people came to accept it, though a lot were still sceptical, barely suppressing their hatred. The union went on for a few years. But then, the witch got pregnant. Of course, they hid it well from the world, but the news spread like wildfire when they had twins. No one wanted them to live, no one except the pack the

I struggled to rip my hand from his grasp again," Gerwulf if what you say is true then you need to reject me. I'll only be a danger to the pack." Gerwulf's grip tightened and his face hardened," NEVER say that to me again, El. The moon goddess put us together for a reason. I think you often forget that I'm only half a wolf... which is to be expected. You've spent so much time around me that it's not shocking to you like it is others. Witches and shapeshifters can benefit greatly from one another. If you can learn to shift and control it we could become a great force to behold on the battlefield. You'll feed my magick and be able to hold your own against others."