Witch: Male Novels & Stories

, 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.

And to think that my boyfriend was a hybrid The guy that I've been liking for how many months was a wolf. But a witch? “I want the truth Mico, stopped telling lie I promise that I wouldn't collapse if you tell me that I am a wolf-like you, or maybe a vampire or something but not a witch because for all of my life I haven't done any kind of witchcraft or even a spell I grew up to a small family that doesn't like me a school that full of bullies my life was a mess and cruelty was always next to me”

A strained smirk crosses his face," it's why wolf families tend to be big. Your mate is likely only able to resist the pull because his witch side is human and has more ability to control it's urges." So that's how it would be? Gerwulf wouldn't be able to resist mating with me constantly if he didn't have his other side. Especially after finding me with Julian that one day. "Ross?" I look at him and he inches closer, still trying his best to control himself. "Yes Luna?" His voice almost sounds like velvet with how smooth and lust filled it is," what do you need?"

Does he lift ten sacks every time he’s in the field like Nikita would always say? “Now do tell me,” I said again and made my glares like daggers so he would know that I am deadly serious, “what are you, really, Diego?” I was already bracing myself for him to tell me that he is a witch. No, a male witch is called a wizard. Why am I so stupid? Despite my irrational thoughts, I was still focusing on Diego’s forthcoming answer. He smirked and said, “you would not like the answer if I tell you.”

The General might not admit it, but I think I just won his respect and maybe a bit of his admiration. I joined the group of men, most of them huffed, few gave me a blank stare and some made sure I noticed their displeasure. I guess because they all know that I'm a witch, and that's the reason why they are not voicing out their displeasure and disgust. I will show you all that just because I'm a woman, it doesn't mean I'm a weakling.

Almost forgetting her anger at her brother. “A Witch.” “Come again?” even though she has heard him as clear as day. “I am a Witch,” Alexa found herself thinking ‘nope not hallucinating’. “A witch?” She asked incredulously. “Actually, I prefer warlock but yes.” “You’re messing with me!” Alexa said defensively, finding her grip on her anger once more. “I am not!” “You are! You’re having a go at me, and it’s not funny!” “I am not having a go at you; I am actually telling you the truth!”

As she tried to climb into the back of a massive armored transport, Malek lunged forward, planting his feet right in front of her door like a fierce little lone wolf protecting his kill. “Hey, old witch! Who gave your pathetic wolf the right to strike my little brother?” Witch? Sade’s manicured brows snapped together, her claws shifting out in absolute rage as she glared down at the masked pup. She wanted to snap his neck right there in the courtyard!

I stood at my place at the table and I spoke at a volume that required the room to be quiet to hear, and the room was quiet. "My name is Sofia Fletcher," I said. "My father was Marcus Fletcher, Beta to the former Alpha King, who served this pack with loyalty until his death. My mother was Maren Fletcher, born of a witch line that has existed for generations." I paused. "I am both of those things. I am a werewolf and I am a witch, and I have spent my entire life hiding the second half of that sentence because I was taught correctly, as it turns out, given this meeting that the pack would not accept it."