Wicked Novels & Stories

And the darker the sin, the sweeter the taste. I wanted to corrupt her. That was my kink. I didn't just want to fuck her; I wanted to ruin her for anyone else. I wanted to be the reason she couldn't look at a normal man without being bored. I wanted to drag her down into the mud with me, just this once.

The following morning Wisdom is on the balcony of her bedroom replaying everything that has happened since she returned home. The familiar scent has been bugging the hell out of her. She’s looking at Chickpea sleeping in her rocker. “Your mommy is missing some major details." Wisdom looks toward the woods and sees a man waving at her then he vanishes. “Who in the hell are you?" She sniffs in that direction but doesn't smell anything “A Hydrid or Warlock that can hide his scent.”

My mother asks. “You will need this spell and the girls have to be holding hands for the transfer to work,” Aunt Simone hands my mother a paper. “This will allow Vicki to be take the witches wolf mate as her own. Just know the Luna of Black Hills has to be strong. Are you strong Vicki?” “I am strong. Only fools underestimate me,” I tell her.

She is petrified to get rid of the roots that sneaked up to attack her struggling brothers. Azareel's face is getting swollen and red like a tomato and the other attacks are getting worse. With all her strength, Azareel tries to break free from the roots wrapped around her body. But luck was not on his side. He couldn't get away from that root at all. It's so strong and hard. It is not easy to defeat a vine that is tens of thousands of years old, it must be that the tree has absorbed a lot of magic energy, its power is not kidding.

I will be the most elegant woman in the whole world everyday and every year and every century , she grumbled as she opened the little bottle mixed it up with a witch's tonic with a little bit of her energy and smiled , she took the bottle and inhaled it as the yellowish smoky scent from the bottle sinked through her nose and soon she gulped it down her throat .. " She smiled as she opened her eyes and felt how her body accumulated the new energy and her eyes turned with fiery yellowish blood ." I will always love being wicked, the way I am , she murmured as she slept peacefully on her bed .

Could she ask to fire him immediately? Leon’s eyes narrowed as he watched her as though knowing what ran across her mind. She coughed, clearing her throat and smiled, “Yes, I think he does fit the description for the work. I hope you can be welcomed here, Mr. Wickedhem.” “There is no need for the formality, milady. You can call me as Leon,” said the demon smoothly, too smoothly to come across as charming even. “Also, as long as you are glad to accept me, I will make myself a home here.”

Cover courtesy of eroticdarkfantasy.art on I*******m. ********** This is a particularly dark erotica with horror elements. Please read with caution. ********** A wave of power coursed over me and I suddenly wanted to curl into a ball. His fury was like being caught in a whirlwind. I felt like I couldn't breathe. He shoved me back against a tree and caught my chin. "You think you're a clever girl but let me be very clear. You open this pretty mouth of yours..." He trailed a thumb roughly over my lips. Dragging over the bottom one. "Not only will I have you thrown in WitchFall, but everyone you care about."

The confession stung a little but I consoled myself and said it's because of his anger that he said such. "People like you have a special place in hell, I tell you" he said looking at me angrily. "People like me" I scoffed. "People like me own empires in hell" I uttered in confidence. " You are wicked , pure evil" he shouted in frustration. "Thank you" I responded sarcastically.

Artificial, false and very deadly. It was then that Calleb noted that her hands were wrinkled. ‘Odd.’ He thought. And as the Wicked Witch stared at him, the young man unconsciously growled. The ground had stopped shuddering now and The Wicked Witch flicked Accashia a cold stare. Accashia had staggered to maintain her footing, looking a little unsteady and Calleb had to jump towards his mate’s direction to support her. Calleb catched her elbow as she almost fell down again.

“It is wicked.” He kissed the throbbing spot on her neck and felt her shiver. “Why would something so natural be wicked? You think it is wicked because the church wants women to only know their husbands. That doesn’t mean what we are doing is wrong. This is what we were made for. As long as we are both enjoying it, why is it wrong? Let’s enjoy creating some wicked memories to keep secret together.”