Witch: Male Novels & Stories

I still didn't feel comfortable telling her about my personal life. "Come sit down with me over hear," she said walking to her couch. I sat in a small wooden arm chair across from her and nervously fumbled with my fingers "Let me formally introduce myself," she said. "My name is Denali Lynch. My husband was Zaine Lynch our two sons are Malcom and Darius. I am a witch but Zaine is a werewolf. Both of my boys inherited the wolf gene, and I taught your mother almost everything she knows."

I knew he had personal issues with him. "That's good for me." "Then it is solved. Now that is something I want to ask you, sweetheart," the way he said- "What it is?" I asked defensively and I hated the way a smile appeared on the right corner of his lips. "What your father was, exactly?" oh. "He was what we call Wizard. A witch male." "That explains a lot. But not all. Even if you're the first witch to ever born from a witch and a witch male, it wouldn't explain your smell," what?

many know how to block their minds, unless they’ve previously gone up against a witch that had mind reading powers, it’s not a very common power to have. Knowing this intrigued me even more as I studied Charles. “What’s your game plan?” I asked breaking the silence once again “ excuse me” he asked while he furrowed his brows. “What do you really want from me? Being a witch we don’t feel the mate bond like you wolves do. I could walk away and continue living and have no issues, as for a wolf I know its not as easy. So I ask again, what do you really want from me?” I said while tightening my lips to a line. Charles was definitely caught off guard by my question. We sat in silence for what see

It was obvious that a Witch had cast a Spell and had Teleported them to the Hospital. "Shut Up Wills, How about you become a Wizard and Cast the Spell instead and besides, This is the Place you saw In your Vision and had shown to her right?" Kate tauted while Wills Smirked..... Being a Cayote, His type was quite different from the others. Though Mason and Wills were brothers that had been born from a Variety of Crossed Breeds, Mason had been born with the Pure power of his Father flowing through his Veins, the power of a Pure Wizard.

Poppy said and I wondered why she looked like the leader when she said it was Lamech who was. “I have never seen a male witch," Randy said all of a sudden and we all looked at him. "I… I don't … I didn't…" Randy began but he didn't know what to say. “It's okay boy. There are male witches and they are called wizards. Many call us warlocks but it isn't a good terms. We prefer wizards," Heremuah said and he wasn't angry. “After this, you will have learnt a lot about us. Fire, it's nice to meet you again," Lamech added and smiled at Randy.

There’s an old saying, “Don’t anger a witch if you don’t want to eat bugs for the rest of your natural life!” Wizard: someone who uses or practices magic derived from supernatural, occult, or arcane sources. In several cultures, it is said the Wizards are quite similar to witches and are the Male equivalent of the aforementioned. Wizards are someone who is knowledgeable about ancient lore and magic. They often use Scroll Magic and or pre-cast spells written by witches. Their skills mostly lie in potion-making and spell research. They have a natural aptitude for magic. Warlock: The third and most formidable class of The W’s.

The sad part about it is she was a Witch, but a White Witch who just wanted to live happily raising her six children. The shocking part? The youngest ever person accused of being a Witch was Dorothy Good - at 4 years old! Now, I can confirm that she was in fact not a Witch, just a child who was finding her way and doing what any normal child would during a tantrum! But apparently, due to the ignorance of her accusers, she was possessed - absolutely ridiculous! Another interesting fact - male Witches prefer to be called Warlocks and not Wizards. At no point have they ever worn long cloaks with pointy hats or had long beards. Our kind is dotted all over the world and we make a point to fit in

“Willow says Martin is a witch. The bomb extinguished his light, but he’s definitely a hybrid.” “Really?” I ask amused. “I wonder how many we have.” “It’s okay, sweetheart,” I say to Willow. “It changes nothing.” “How do you plead, Martin?” I ask. “Guilty.” “What I find bizarre, is that you’re a witch yourself…yet you seek to condemn your queen. You are the same.” The Gammas let out a collective gasp when I reveal his secret. “You must really hate yourself, huh?” “I was born a wolf. I’m a wolf first.”

Adrian explained, causing Prince Stephen to blush slightly in embarrassment at being referred to as a witch. "I'm a warlock, not a witch; witches are females, warlocks are males, and I'm a man, not a boy," Prince Stephen explained. "You are a boy to me, as are witches and warlocks; you are all the same to me," Adrian added as Queen Ella and Serena laughed at his antics. "Aunt Ella!" Seeing that he wasn't going to win the argument, Prince Stephen chose to leave. "I'm going to bed good night," he said as he sulked out of the room.

"You never cease to surprise me. Drug her and let's get out of here." Kinsey lifted her head and saw a tall man with slick gray hair standing a few feet away, his hands clasped behind his back. Beside him stood a scrawny man with greasy dark hair and a sneer that twisted his face. Kinsey could smell the magic on him. A warlock. But, that didn't make sense. She assumed the other man was Jeremiah Prescott, a man who despised anything paranormal, including witchcraft. What was he doing with a male witch?