Novel & Cerita Witch: Male

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.

"He doesn't want you to be locked away, he just wants you to be protected. That is all. Once we know who we can trust, it will be easier." "The man in that photo?" I asked and he sighed. "He is a warlock," he said. "He is one of the King of Witches and Warlocks Advisors. We are looking into it." I nodded as the smell of strawberries and watermelons filled my senses. Hela whimpered. "Mate." Came a deep voice startling both of us. Alpha Grant Doyle's POV

“The wolves come crawling to Dragon Valley.” Haden stepped forward before anyone else could answer. His shoulders were squared, his voice flat. “We were told there was a witch here. We need answers.” The man’s smile deepened. “Then you’ve found him. Gretorian. Snake by birth, witch by curse. Or gift, depending on who’s asking.” Lechandray’s eyes narrowed. “You’re a hybrid.”

" Andrian Johnwolf is the first werewolf. He's an alpha. He's been living for 8000 years and like I said he's powerful among other werewolves. The next is Victoria hale and Peter Hale who is the female witch and male witch. I just wanted to tell you cause you need to know the council members." " Okay." " Now coming to witch topic. The witches don't need a wand. The half-blood witches only need a wand cause they don't have there own talent, power, or specialty with them. If you are the one of them you need a wand too." " My both mom and dad are a witch. Why would I be a half-blood? I have powers." suddenly I let out the words. I closed my mouth when she gave me a killing-look with her eyes.

But, Walt insisted this was relevant and he needed to accompany us…in a separate car than the witches. The Elders and my father apparently made a pact that was magically bound. This supposed pact tied me to another male, regardless of my mate, but secured our safety. What I don’t understand is why my father never said anything to me about it. He was ruthless in my training as an Alpha and never shielded me from some of the harsh realities of my position. I am also confused by the ‘male’ part of his story. He didn’t say an Alpha or wolf, just that I was contracted to another male for our safety. That is also where his story ended. He promised to continue it at a later time, when I was done pl

" I looked at Gylen seriously. I hoped that Gylen could understand my meaning without me saying it. If the Prince said that the witch could see and hear what we were talking about, then I should be as careful as the Prince. "Oh, I see what you mean!" Gylen crossed his arms over his chest and smiled mysteriously at both of them. "Do you think witches are boys or girls?" I asked Gylen. "Of course they're girls." "But men can be witches too." Gylen shook her head, disagreeing with my thoughts.

Witch. It was how my brain processed new information and stored it when I assessed someone new for the first time. I could accurately guess height and weight and everything I learned about the person would be stored there. Malachi was looking oddly at me. Malachi Sinclair. Six foot four inches. Two hundred and seventy pounds. Dark brown hair. Gray eyes. Wolf. I turned my head when a chair scraped along the floor. Kiran Sinclair. Six foot four and a half inches. Two hundred and eighty pounds. Black hair. Blue eyes. Married to Adara Sinclair. Wolf and witch. Alpha. He was half an inch taller than Malachi but his aura seemed stronger.

A Luna I vaguely recognize studies me with a recognisable disguise. “For now,” I say. Her brows lift. “Alpha Killian didn’t—” “Oh, he’s busy,” I cut in smoothly. “He trusts me enough to attend events alone.” Her smile falters. “He does?” Seriously? I reach for a glass of wine, hoping to hide my annoyance with her. “Sorry,” she adds quickly, lowering her voice, “it’s just… Alpha Killian looks ruthless. Strict. So I thought—” “Nah,” I say lightly, waving my glass. “He’s lovely.”

"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.

“No interrupting, I said! But yes, Dad did know. I am just going to come out with it—we’re witches. Not like ride-around-on-broomstick witches… like cast spells kind of witches…we have powers.” Finally stunned speechless, I sat quietly, trying to put the pieces of my odd life together with the information I’d just received. Alex eyed me warily then nudged Stevie. She sighed, then asked. “Are you okay?” “I don’t know what to think, or what I’m supposed to say to all this, Stevie. Alex, Chase—are you both witches?” I asked. Alex and Chase both scoffed then pinned me with a glare. “We are not witches. We are warlocks. Only women are called witches, Ry,” Alex responded haughtily.