Witch: Male Novels & Stories

"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."

, Adolpha asked, looking at the young man, who looked extremely familiar, he couldn’t be trusted, that she knew, but she sensed no evil intentions from him, but still she couldn’t let her guard down, he seemed really strong. “I go by the name Adolphus.”, the man said, he was a witch, she could sense high levels of mystical magic from him, loads of it, she knew, she wasn’t at this level, but wait, she hadn’t heard of a male witch as powerful as him, most male witches she had come across, basically had only flickers of the power of the normal standard witch, safe for one, Elozonam Adolphus, the greatest Witch to have stepped the face of Erthia, but that was impossible, Elozonam Adolphus had di

If his father were a wolf, he would have also been a wolf, and a vampire bite would have killed him, assuming that was how he turned. “What about a witch? He didn't smell like a wolf. His scent was much stronger," he said softly, just as I opened my mouth to explain further. “A male witch?” I had never heard of anything like this. Witches were all women. Their male offspring were born without the gift of magic. “I don’t know, Val. I have never heard of such," I told him honestly. "When Ren's witch took us, she claimed she could not read me. She told me my identity was hidden because someone did not want people to know who I was," he said, causing my eyes to widen.

As if there was anything to discuss here. He was a witch, which also meant... "Oh, no, no, wait, witches are female, right?" he continued babbling, not letting anyone speak, "I mean, I thought there were no male witches." "We are rare alright, but there are a few of us," that idiot said smugly, like being a male witch was something to be proud of. "Also, what is the male counterpart of witches called?" Draco asked as he looked around the room for an answer.

My mate. "Good morning young witch,"