Witch: Male Novels & Stories

I mean, even if I were, I would probably reject him, or he would reject me. Witches and Wolves do not mix; we are convenient allies when we both share a common goal. We are not friends, and we certainly are not lovers. I am from a long line of witches here in Chelan; my family is what you call witch royalty. The family line dates to the 18th century. Xavier is next in line to be Alpha of the Tukwila Pack. The strongest pack in the state of Washington. He will need a strong queen to serve at his side, but I do not plan to be me.

the man replied. "You're a witch." "No, dear. 'Wizard' is the term for males, while 'witch' is reserved for females. Clearly, I don't resemble a female, making me a wizard," he explained, his tone strained. Freya opened her mouth a few times, unable to find the right words. "What's the matter? Never encountered a wizard before?" he scoffed, offering a faint, enigmatic smile. "I've heard they're vengeful," Freya mumbled, her gaze unwavering.

"Beta Derek, please calm the wolves and let me do according to what we have planned." Maleficus close his eyes after the brief instruction to Beta Derek. He howled loudly to the air and cause the warriors to calm down from behind us. The only one left who is not using his wolf form is Maleficus, no one saw him transformed before. They say that he is half witch and half wolf but he does embrace his other part thus making him avoid the wolf transformation. We are very lucky to have him. The growls of our enemies approaching the roads made me grit my teeth. The fight has already started among the warriors guarding the front line. I hope they are alright.

Thomas swallows hard, his eyes glued to me but his head turned on the side, letting me know he wants no trouble. "Yes, Alpha". I instantly mindlink the same command to the rest of the pack. My head is spinning and all i want to do is scream my lungs out while killing everyone on sight. A witch. And apparently not like the witches we have in the town, she must be powerful enough for me to sense her like that. I knew something was strange about her. I thought having a human mate would be a degradation, but i would take that a thousand times over having a witch as one. I growl loudly as a severe pain in my chest appears all of a sudden. I shove Thomas on the side and dart for the exit. I know r

“A witch has never birthed a son. In the entire history of our kind.” Derek frowned. “That’s ridiculous.” “It is truth. If a witch were to give birth to a male…” The witch’s eyes darkened. “There would be a reason. A dark reason.” Bri looked uneasy. “What kind of reason?” The witches turned fully toward Derek now. Their red eyes burning brighter. “An evil reason.” Derek took a step back. “That doesn’t make any sense.” The witches spoke together again. “You are the first male child ever born from witch blood. And that makes your existence… wrong.”

So in this life, my sister chose Jackson without hesitation. After hearing her words, my mom sighed and turned to me. “Emma, Lily has wronged you. But the Hollanders’ bride price already paid for your brother’s tuition. And with their background, we can’t afford to offend them.” The Hollanders didn’t have a good reputation in town. Mark’s father had killed someone and gone to prison. Mark dropped out after middle school and ran with a group of thugs. His mother rarely spoke and never went out, and his younger sister had a bad temper, nothing lady-like at all.

It got to 58,000 viewers. "Ready?" I asked. "No," Aria said. "But we're doing it anyway." We walked toward the warehouse together and the doors were open and Inside, lights illuminated a large empty space. In the center was Sage, Julian, and Margaret Chen on their knees and around them were the armed and alert Foundation's people. Standing in the front was the real Marcus Webb. He was young and looked like his dad but in a softer and less controlled way.

“Would you give up your crown to be her consort?” “No,” I admitted. My father had given me five months to find my mate. Time was running out. Before River could reply, my phone rang. Alpha King. I answered instantly. “Yes, Dad—” His roar thundered through the line. “What are you still doing in Verona City? You’re staying in a hotel when you have a penthouse, and worse—you’ve jeopardized our treaty with the witches!” My stomach dropped. “What are you talking about?” “I just received a letter from the Witches’ Council. Signed by Alister Silverlake.”

Kris's deep and petrifying lycan voice bellows. "HAULT! Who are ye!" I heard a strong voice yell. They didn't seem to have a gun on them, but what my senses were telling me, is that they were proficient in alchemy. "The D-Dark witch's wedding...." Kris stammered, with a gulp in his throat. "Dark witch?....There is no wedding.. with a dark witch....wolf! " The snobby alchemist hissed out. "I'm a lycan...and yes there is .." Kris said flatly.

He wanted to keep her calm and continued talking to her, “How old is little Leo?” Grinning she answered, “He is six and so smart. His powers are phenomenal, and he isn’t even grown yet.” “Your son is a witch?” Mark queried. She laughed out loud at his calling Leo a witch but corrected him as if she was instructing a child, “We call males with the power, Warlocks. Usually, they are not as powerful as woman but because Leo is a demigod, he is more powerful than most high priestesses.” Cronos walked back in and told the others, “I asked Eric to stay with Gammy and Rose. He seemed like he did not want to leave to begin with. I have a feeling that Rose is his mate and is to young yet to know.”