Witch: Male 소설 & 이야기

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?"

He was the reason everyone started to talk to me without thinking I’m a witch. He is the kind of male every female would die for. Dashing, charming, sweet, and strong. Alpha Julian is everything a woman would wish for. For so long I kept my feelings from him a secret and watched painfully as he went through the struggles of searching for his mate. The one he never found until now, the moment when I was finally chosen to be his Luna.

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.”

I released a ragged breath, a tear escaping my left eye. "I. Said. Beg for it witch." His eyes reflected a dark shade of red, sending heat signals all over my body. I felt like a werewolf and he was my mate. He is the hunter and I'm the pray. But in the case he is a dragon and I am a witch... what an unlikely alliance we have. He rubbed my clitoris vigorously, his finger moving so fast... from tiny clitoris to the opening of my cunt, causing a higher frequency of lust and pleasure to arise in my body.

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."

Though he was acting inappropriately for his age, I find him cute. I don’t know how open their minds are about being mated to a witch. They are both Alphas; it is natural for them to prefer Alpha females as their mates, or at least someone from the ranked members of their packs. I sighed deeply. They could reject me in the end. If that happens, then I’m doomed. They might send me back to Baltazar too.

"This is Tobias, my mate. Tobias, this is Cyrus, my cousin. He is going to be staying with us for a while." The lie rolled off my tongue, but I wanted everyone within earshot to hear it. It would explain why a random man was around, and I hoped the relationship would explain how powerful he felt. Male witches, or spell casters as he preferred to call himself, had never existed before. At least, I had never come across one, nor had I read about them. They had always been female, just as Lycans had only ever been males. Tobias knew I was lying about having a blood relation to Cyrus. He wouldn't be baring his teeth at the spell caster as the lanky man inched back toward me if he didn't.