Wicked Novels & Stories

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.

But I remember your words so clearly now. Crysler, this time, everyone will know who is more powerful? And who deserves the position of the leader of the pack. It was never about power, Crysler, I loved you so much! And I thought you loved me, you cared for me. When I saw you with that girl, I didn't believe it. But you made it about power. Crysler, you chose power over your love. Lucy was right!!! She said you were The Wicked Alpha. And you proved it very well!!!

Something resembling anger twisted in my gut with bitterness. "We did. But a thousand wolves were no match for enchanted wolves that ran faster than a thousand-year-old vampire. It was as though they drew their power elsewhere. We would like to believe that a witch was involved. Or they dabbed in dark magic for more strength and speed." His foot suddenly slammed and jerked the brakes, bringing the car to a rocking halt.

Let's run. And we do. END OF BOOK FOUR: HER WICKED HEART

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.”

I look at the neat black hair between her legs , she gives me a seductive smile hooking her leg around my waist. " I need you so badly Azriel." she moans seductively in my ear. A growl erupts from my chest as I push her on the floor. " Don’t you dare ever touch me you filth." I growl glaring at her. Marica is a nymph who has power of beauty to wrap any men around her finger , she is the exact definition of beauty but from inside it's all dark and filthy. " Azriel." she yells standing up. " Cover yourself up Marica because your seducing spells dont work on me." I roll my eyes.

Slowly, I faded out, the last thing on my mind being three words. Welcome to wickedness.

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."