Witch Kiss Novels & Stories

I feel the tension in the room begin to lift as everyone starts to agree. “We’re doing this then?” I ask the men. I meet my mate’s gaze and hold it for what feels like an entirety. Before he can nod, the doors to the office open, and Cressendra walks in holding Kenna. “Sorry to interrupt, but–” “You,” Isaac rasps. Oh, shit. I hadn’t realized Isaac hadn’t met the witch yet. He was three or four when she burst into our parents’ throne room and seemed to die on the marble tiles. I have no recollection of it happening, but Isaac remembers.

He set his glass on the balcony, his hand then finding its way to the small of my back so that he could draw me in to him. His eyes shone as if the stars themselves burned within. He leaned forward and brushed his lips across mine. The sensation made my spine feel like it was made of champagne, bubbly and ready to float away. I pressed my lips against his, begging for a better taste. He opened his mouth, the effervescence of champagne permeating my senses. I smiled as I moaned softly. All I wanted was to drink his champagne kisses.

An eager moan escaped my lips. He let go of my wrists, using the freed hand to rip the wet shirt from my body. His pupils dilated as he looked down at the bare skin of my chest peeking through the lace of my exposed bra. He licked his lips and leaned forward to kiss the edges of my bared skin. My brain, and whatever was left of rational thought, melted out of my ears.

My hands shivering badly as I take them off the silk fabric of my green frock. The same frock I was wearing when these werewolves decided to massacre my whole clan and burn them alive. Burned my parents alive. Now am feeling cold, my bones are shivering as my teeth kept chattering due to the severe cold. I shouldn’t be feeling any cold since am a witch who could control our body temperature as we are comfortable. Then why am not able to use my magic. Fear drops in the pit of my stomach making me shut my eyes more tightly as if it’s possible.

By the end of the year, she’d be married and soon after, she’d have a few young and live happily. She was the sweetest girl in our village. Everyone knows that. Mathis caught her jaw a bit more gently than he’d held mine, and slowly turned her face one way then the other. Tucking a lock of hair behind her ear, he made a disapproving clucking sound. “Here, ‘tis.” “What?” Mayor Marx asked. “This.” Mathis pointed to a dark freckle just below her ear lobe. “The kiss of the devil. A witch’s mark.”

the witch sighed, a hint of sadness in her voice as she removed my hand from her chin, threatening to be firm in pushing me away. My wolf howled inside my chest with intensity, surprising both of us. When she looked back at me, I captured her in a devastating kiss, urgent, needing to taste her like prey ready to be devoured. I bit her lips, sucking the faint blood that seeped from the tiny cracks, intoxicated by the mix of rust and magic blending with the saliva of the kiss. Yulli gasped, pulling my hip forward and bringing me closer to her body, eager for more contact. I let my arousal brush against her skin.

he roared while slamming his palms on the table. Remus released a deep, long breath, “You are going, Nico,” he stated firmly. “Just wait for the details. I have already gathered your men,” he narrowed his eyes on his son, anger building up inside him as he clenched and unclenched his hands. “I should be gutting you right now, and this—” he lifted his right hand, his pointer finger bounced between them while his jaws tightened yet again—“I will make sure that you learn your lessons for disrespecting me.” Remus marched toward the door. His steps halted when he held the doorknob. Without looking back at Nico, he opened his mouth to give his son his final word. “The white witch is in the River B

His tongue tangled with hers, deepening the kiss until a low, guttural growl vibrated deep within his massive chest—a sound of pure, unadulterated surrender to the desire he had spent a month trying to starve out. Kiarra didn't flinch. She met his sudden, explosive passion with her own rising heat. Her hands slid up from his biceps to wrap firmly around his neck, her fingers tangling into the thick, wild waves of his dark hair, anchoring him closer. Within her core, her hearth-witch magic flared to life in response to his intensity, sending a wave of ambient, soothing warmth radiating outward through her skin. The air in the darkened alcove grew thick and heavy, smelling intensely of crushed

Callisto couldn't resist, neither did she want to pull away from the witch because after thousands of years this is the first kiss she had with true passion and love and she doesn't want her beautiful witch to stop. "But I am not mortal and neither am I a man." Ruby pulled away from the kiss leaving a strand of saliva connecting their lips. Callisto gazed up at her with stars shining in her void black eyes. The witch started moving her hips against the nymph's making their genders brush against each other. Callisto looked down at the place where they are connected, enjoying the lewd squelching sound that their pussies made while kissing with each other. The water spirit looked back up at the

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.