Witch: Male Novels & Stories

I blurted, my eyes roaming his face, trying to ascertain if he is telling me the truth or just pulling my leg. First rule of survival, thou doth not make witches angry. Everybody knows hell hath no fury like a witch scorned. “How did you know the witch is a she?” He queried, eyeing me suspiciously. I swallowed and my heart literally stopped in its tracks. Did I reveal too much of what I know? “Wizards for male and witches for female, right?” I countered, plastering a nonchalant expression on my face. His face cleared, perhaps accepting my explanation as plausible.

CHIARA “SO I’m a warlock,” he says. “Or that’s what I’m called.” I nod. His short statement pulls me further from the sexual haze I share with him into the reality of our worlds merging now. I suspect this is the first time he is talking about this with anyone. “And you’re a witch.”

He stood toe to toe with him, "We came here because we want you to be our Alpha." Aiden chuckled as he slipped on his jeans, "Alpha. That's funny." "I'm not laughing, Aiden." Winston said seriously, "There's something you need to know about Godfried. About that Witch that's with him." "Did you mention a Witch?" Amira perked up, "Is she a Light or Dark Witch?" "Why does it matter?" Winston snapped, "A Witch is a Witch." Aiden growled at him, "Careful who you speak to. Amira is my Mate." Winston's eyes flickered from his to Amira for a moment before he stepped back, "How long has this Witch been in his company?"

He refused he was a werewolf. "See, I told you. You are a witch." He shook his head in denial as he stood up. All those times he wondered what he was and he turned out to be a witch. As if Matlida read his thoughts. "Look you are not a simple witch. You are a Drektus." "What's that?" Nicklaus asked in an almost harsh tone. Why was he so upset? "It's a line of very powerful witches, the I can say now they are the most powerful witches. You come from that line. Either your mother or father is a Drektus."

"Your father was a very powerful werewolf, so powerful that calling him an alpha was an understatement... You could say he was the alpha of alphas. He could fight over a thousand persons without leaving where he stood or breaking a sweat. He was the powerful one that was prophesied that he'd breed with a witch to bring forth an unusual offspring: the type that was only born once in a century. Seeing that such prophecy lay on your father's head, every witch wanted to have him to themselves. They'd fight amongst themselves and almost kill each other because of him but he never behaved like he saw them. That was until he saw your mother. Your mother was a witch, but an ordinary one up until she

Maddox asks. Looking at him “ The witch “ Back to Harley “ She won't stop talking and I'm not making sense of anything she saying” I told them what she was saying and they were looking at me like I had grown a second head Until Maddox snaps his fingers “ The Alpha did say that she was looking for a warlock, could that be him.” How could I forget about that “You're right but the picture we have of him is all wrong” I remind them. “ Yeah but with all this magic going around, who knows, what could be right or wrong” Harley says.

"Talking to the witch when you should be taking what she knows." Everything happened too fast. Draeven launched himself at the witch, his corrupted claws extended. She threw up a shield of shimmering light, but he tore through it like paper. I heard her scream as his claws raked across her side, saw blood spray black against the snow. "No!" I didn't know why I shouted it. Didn't know why my body moved before my mind caught up. I crashed into Draeven, sending us both sprawling. My warriors stood frozen, confused, caught between orders and instinct.

"Male witches are usually called warlocks," said Jonathan. "Wizard was the context, not the gender. Witch is woman, warlock is man." "Hmm," Noreen murmured as she spread strawberry jam on Jonathan's lunchbox. "So, what are their abilities?" "Anything related to magic. You've seen the Harry Potter movies, right, Mom?" Jonathan asked again. He licked his jam-stained fingers. "You have a warlock's friend, Mom?" "Oh, nothing. I'm just interested in a particular topic," Noreen said quickly.

Lucinda is an orphan living in an orphanage. She became the Douglas family's servant the day she turned eighteen. Her friend tricked her, making her accidentally discover a terrible secret of the Douglas family. Since then, she got into trouble, which caused her almost to die several times. Everyone thinks Lucinda is just an ordinary person, but it seems she has a hidden identity that even she has forgotten. Can Lucinda regain her memories and identity? Will she escape the Douglas family to live a free life or be imprisoned forever?

"And each coven operates differently?" "Yes. Each has their own leader." "Just like werewolf packs," I mused. "I've read a lot about them and know a lot about that, too." "Not a surprise," I ruffled her hair. "But why haven't I seen a male around? You are all females." "Wizards are rare, and hardly survive. In fact, it is rare for a witch to give birth to a male as the recuperation for that is dire. Wizards are considered bad luck and bad omen."