Witch: Male Novels & Stories

I knew she she was upset with me though I had no idea why "You did good. We have a little while before the club opens. Are you hungry?' "You didn't tell them I am witch. Only an Alpha" "Does it matter?" "Yes, Wyatt, it does. Are you ashamed of me? I mean, the witch in me? That is not something I can change even if I wanted to, which I don't. You don't think some eyebrows are going to be raised when I start freezing bitches? I would have to blind not to notice the way they were looking at you."

She led me to my bed, and we both sat next to each other. “Sophie. Are you mad at me? At us?” She asked. “Of course I am!” I admitted, furrowing my brows. She chuckled, placed her fingers on my brows, and fixed my furrowed eyebrows. Like she’s flattening it. “You know witches are only girls, right?” “Well. I just read that in some folktale books. Warlocks are men, and witches are women. If warlocks even exist.” She nodded, “They do. Just far from our world.”

Kingston probably wants the girl to get along with Decanal since they are both halves of a whole. Shortly after the other members stepped into the room one after the other. The leader of the witches came in first, he was a powerful alluring wizard with the most beautiful eyes, but underneath his beauty was a strict and wicked mind. He looked the youngest among them all, even though the Alpha king was the youngest. He looked like he was twenty-four but he was over a century years old. His name was Kolta, a distant cousin of Kiona.

We broke our engagement not long ago and got nothing to do with each other. "I appreciate your concern, but if those men show interest in me, maybe they can become my potential spouse," I smirk. "After all, I'm an eligible bachelorette. It's time for me to find a husband." "Alice-" "It's Mistress to you," I corrected him as it caused the look on his face to turn red. "You may be the Crown Prince and soon become king after your father steps down, but here I rule this kingdom. I'm the Mistress of Pandora…The Red Witch."

“I always get what I want eventually. Always.” Then he pressed his lips to mine in a light kiss. I tried to jerk away but he was inescapable. Having every inch of me effectively pinned against the slick tree while he toyed with my breast and used my thigh to stroke his cock. “Stop.” I gasped. “You’re a witch. You don’t tell me what to do. Warlocks don’t obey witches.” He pushed harder against me until he groaned deep in his throat and I felt fluid spurt along the inside of my thigh.

Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were wet. "Listen to me," I said quietly. "You are Cressida Ashcroft. Half-griffin. Hockey player. My responsibility." I held her gaze. "You are not a witch. You have never been a witch. The ice is griffin magic. The wings are griffin magic. The binding was a griffin binding." She nodded. "Say it." "I'm half-griffin." "Say it again." "I'm half-griffin." I pressed my forehead to hers. "You're going to walk in there. You're going to answer their questions. And when I say we're done, we're done. Do you understand?"

“If I had the ability, I would have been there and back by now.” Oh. Oh. “You’re–you’re not a shifter?” “I am absolutely not a shifter, no.” To say I’m perplexed would be the least of it. A witch, perhaps? Male witches, otherwise known as wizards, or sometimes warlocks, aren’t common, seeing as the traits pass from mother to daughter, so on and so forth, but they do exist. I’ve never met one, but there’s a first time for everything, I suppose. I find myself glancing at his smooth, rounded ears anyway just to confirm he’s not fae.

Allegra's Pov As Alpha Xander explains his heritage as a warlock, I can't help but feel a mix of curiosity and confusion swirling inside me. “A warlock? What does that mean?” I asked, my voice tinged with disbelief. He smiles at my puzzled expression, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. “A warlock is a male witch,” he explains patiently. “My father was a warlock, which is why I have some unique powers that other werewolves don't possess. And because of my powerful warlock heritage combined with my strong werewolf lineage, I'm considered one of the most powerful alphas alive.”

He said. “I thought witches didn’t have mates as us wolves do.” I stated matter-of-factly. “Just because we don’t find our mates at eighteen like you do and have some miraculous bond snap into place doesn’t mean that we don’t have soul mates. Many witches are serial monogamists who mate for life just like werewolves. The goddess leads us to them in mysterious ways” he said. “So, are you trying to tell me that Sierra is my mate?” I asked him almost laughing in his face

The big brother of Jenny. 7. John Marshal- A 20 years old charming boy with chubby cheeks. Flirty and friendly. Extrovert and generous. Black beautiful eyes. Sweet eye smile. Height- 174 cm. Son of an ex-commander of WitchWorld. Now lives in WitchDom. 8. Prince Priam Willboard- A 20 years old handsome boy. Eldest son of king Nashall and Queen Kelneir of WitchWorld. The handsome face girls drool over. Fell in love with Shawna. Sweet friendly and romantic personality. Deep voice, Beautiful brown eyes. Height-19 cm.