Witch Demon Novels & Stories

Before I can answer, the door slams open. Damon enters first, a quiet storm wrapped in shadows. His movements are slower now, deliberate. His eyes gleam with something that used to be love but now looks more like hunger restrained. Even without being told, I can see that he doesn't have any feelings left in him. This man I am looking at is a shell of the friend I grew up with. Behind him, a witch follows, her steps making no sound at all. Morwein. Her face is hidden beneath a hood, but the smell of herbs and burnt incense clings to her like rot. My wolf recoils instantly. I know her. They used her too in my previous life.

Axil asked, his voice trembling with emotion. I ignored him and continued my monologue, “I knew that a single witch alone couldn’t be so powerful as to summon both hellhounds and Medusa at the same time. She had to have had some help so who helped her? And why? The Dexter that we met earlier was a witch, not a werewolf. Why was that? The only possible explanation was that the person we saw wasn’t really Dexter, but someone else who wears his face and memories but couldn’t possibly come close to his soul. It was a possession.”

She was the witch queen, she can't be seen trembling in fear for this demon so no matter how frightened she was, she had to hide it. "Damon." Connor called stopping Damon from getting closer to Dana. She tried so hard to hide it but he could tell that she was scared and she was only pretending to be strong. Dana watched the demon stopped on his track sending Connor deadly glares for stopping him. She had to think of a way to save herself because she knew she wouldn't be able to leave this building without doing what he had told her to do. Although, Dana couldn't help but wonder why he called her to look into the memory of a human when he could actually do that by himself afterall he was a de

Damon then began to rub the back of his neck, like he was thinking of an answer for me, and I wondered if he would tell me the truth. Finally, Damon sat up and said, “My parents died before I got my wolf, and I became the pack orphan. I found myself being picked on because I didn’t have what the others had, and it broke me down at first. But one night when I was out patrolling after I just gotten my wolf, I came across a woman on the border of our territory. She made me an offer I couldn’t refuse, and I took it. Little did I know that I had sold my soul to the devil herself or should I say the Moon Witch. She gave me powers that no other wolf has ever possessed before and I found myself able

The two of us crippled by our orgasmic state I fall on-top of him panting and gasping for air as he grabbed me and kissed my forehead. I felt more and more guilty. Inneed to reset my brain! But how? And why did I always thought about my lecturer. I am with my mate...for God sake! Ty smiled. He is satisfied. I do too...but with an additional guilty. "You are so sweet...yet...hot, and sexy. I am luck to have such an amazing mate!" He whispered. "Mmh...Ty. Do you know...whether I could call Devanna or not?" I asked. The woman came through my mind suddenly. I realized now...that she is half and half... Half werewolf, witch and fairy. Maybe she can answer my question.

On instinct, the Ambivalent beings such as the witches, wizards, nymphs, dwarves, and fairies scampered away from their seats when they realized they were standing before the Calamity Dragon, a being that was supposed to be extinct and should not exist. “I have to go,” said Damon the Prideful in a whisper. His hot breath fanned over her right ear as his grip around her waist tightened for a good second as if he did not want to let go. His aristocratic nose touched her and smelled her in one sniff which froze Maleficent as heat accumulated around her cheeks.

If you’re going to show up, now’s the time. “What are you?” the demon draws closer. “You smell human but you’re so much more.” “I’m a witch, dumbass,” I croak out. “You’re not much of a demon if you can’t tell that.” “Witches are humans at their core. Big weakness, if you ask me. But you…you’re something more and it’s like I was expecting a snack but got a whole dang meal!” His dark eyes drill into mine. “You might be what we need.”

He wasn't sure he wanted to know the details. "DeVayne was involved in all sorts of dark practices, and you'll need magic to help defeat Harrison. It appears these despicable individuals summoned a demon," Westwood explained, her tone tinged with annoyance. "A demon?" Parker blinked, clearly taken aback by the revelation. "Well, it was once something else. It used to be a revered spirit called Okami, a sort of Japanese ghost wolf. But DeVayne's wickedness twisted it, and now, the Okami is all that's keeping Harrison intact," Westwood elaborated.

I was not sure but I believe my witch blood made me a healer. "My witch blood makes me a healer, mixed with werewolf blood makes it stronger." "My sister had white fur too and her hair started turning purple when she was executed," Devon said while looking down and his voice went weaker. "Making her a bastard if that is true." "Union of witch and werewolf is forbidden making our kind rare and forbidden, even if there was nothing wrong with being half-blooded. Society was only setting such absurd rules. Do you know why Dion kept hunting me? He needs me to cure his son. Needing my power when he believe that our kind was unacceptable in the society." I shook my head and picked a flower on the f

Gwy's POV I whimpered a lot the whole time. Not because I feel so violated by the fact that Devon is kissing me, but because my body wanted it so badly. My body is betraying me. It's starting to abandon my beliefs and my convictions as an Eastern Shaman. Who am I kidding? No matter how much I convict myself with the fact that I'm a Solus Lupus, I'm no better than anyone else in this world. I'm a female werewolf. It's impossible not to fall for someone like Devon.