Witch Kiss Novels & Stories

asked the man with the blue hair at night. "Maybe," ⚛⚛⚛ "Phew I didn't think the star road was that far," Leo complained. "I told you we got on the bikes earlier," "Hey! I don't know! Who said on maps too short!" Maybe now Aza's ears will be buzzing when he hears the chirp from Leo who doesn't stop. "Ok, where is the house?" Leo asked. "I'll open the book for a bit ... my God! Maroon, Green and Brown cube witches are gathered nearby!" exclaimed Aza excitedly.

“I’m here, Cheraza.” “Cain?” She whipped about and he was standing there beside the door, his hands at his sides, a half smile twisting his lips. “Oh, Cain.” Trembling from head to toe, she stood there as if rooted to the floor. “This is Brad, isn’t it? You can both turn into wolves, right?” Cain reached her in two steps and she was in his arms, her mouth crushed beneath his kiss, her face wet with her tears and his. The wolf whimpered, and Cain ended the kiss, laughing.

The waning moon's small crescent shape was a silver glitter against the dark water of the Caribbean sea. Just before Leo closed the door, I heard the soft rumble of applause as Bastian began his speech inside. The door sealed with a soft thud, separating Leo and me from the rest of the world. It was warm and dark out here, and still thrumming with the magic of Bastian and Ava's reunion. I wanted to be in a world with just Leo, even if it was only for a moment. Even if I couldn't really have him, I wanted this moment.

I was in absolute state of panic. “Witches in our family have an ability bind the man they choose with a kiss. The first person that you kiss having a strong feeling will forever become your true love. Isn't that wonderful? It happened to your Grandpa and me, your mother and father, and now you… Just be careful who will receive your first kiss, since you will not get rid of him for the rest of your life!” Grandma burst out laughing.

“But I have no power here.” “You are stronger than this,” I coach Willow. “You are stronger than all of them.” Gently, I wipe the tears from the sides of her face and press my lips to hers. Even without the pull of the mate bond between us, the kiss is powerful and needy. Willow pulls away from the kiss, and for a moment, I had forgotten we have an audience. The blonde witch is studying us with a curious look. “As touching as this is?” The blonde witch says. “ I am going to have to ask you to leave.”

"That won't be necessary, I will just have to endure this until I get back to civilization." "That's it, Dimitri, you will be respectful of our host. We are guests here," I warned. "You are so right. My apologies, Miss Imogen," he bowed and took the young witch's hand and placed a chaste kiss. She yanked her hand from Dimitri's grip. "Don't attempt to swoon me, vampire, I don't like sausages. I am an oyster and clam girl." "I beg your pardon, I do not understand." "I'm a lesbian," she deadpanned.

Before Chloe could react, Caleb closed the distance between them, stealing another kiss—a kiss fueled by passion, desire, and the swirling emotions that enveloped them both. As their lips met, a surge of energy passed between them. Chloe felt a transformation begin, the ancient power within her responding to the intensity of the moment. In the embrace of Caleb's kiss, Chloe's form shifted, her senses heightened, and she fully embraced her werewolf nature. The moonlit glade became a canvas for the unrestrained emotions that coursed through Chloe. The boundaries between reality and the supernatural blurred as Caleb's touch awakened the werewolf within her. The air became charged with an electr

Cressida's pov I stared at the rink with mixed emotions. Beneath that rink I lost my first kiss. I tapped myself harshly to snap out of it and stared ahead. The rink had been cleared. Wolves filed into the stands; students, faculty, a few enforcers I didn't recognize. The lights blazed down, turning the black ice into a mirror. Damon Voss stood at center ice, his gloves off, his smile wide. "Last chance, half-breed," he called. "Shift. Show us your wings. Or get out."

The tiny, warm pulse in my womb—the life I was so desperate to protect—went cold, as if she had wrapped it in ice. "The Baseline is a doorway," the witch hissed into my ear. "And your child is the key. Why rewrite a city when we can rewrite the stars?" "Get away from her!" Kaden screamed. He swung wildly, his fist passing through the witch’s throat as if she were made of nothing but moonlight and malice. "Kaden, run!" I tried to shout, but the mist was filling my lungs, heavy and sweet. The youngest witch appeared beside Kaden, blowing a handful of silver dust into his face. He stumbled, his eyes glazing over as he collapsed into a dream-state, his body hitting the floor with a dull thud.

I accused, my voice trembling with hurt and betrayal. Drake's anguished cry pierced the air. "No, Yvonne, I would never betray you like that. I swear it," he pleaded, desperation evident in his voice. I stared at him, disbelief mingling with the pain in my heart. "Then how? How do you know about werewolves and vampires?" I demanded, my voice barely above a whisper. With a heavy heart, Drake approached me, his expression filled with sorrow. "I know who you are, Yvonne Brooks. The daughter of Arthur and Catherine Brooks, the heiress of the Moonlight Pack. I know that you're a werewolf," he confessed softly.