Witch: Male Novels & Stories

“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.

" I said as I grabbed his arms. Not liking the state of panick he was in. My wolf! Where is she? Why can't I feel her? Her? I said looking at him, trying to control my facial expression even though I was thinking he was crazy at this moment. There's no such thing, males don't get a female wolf. It's male human/male wolf. Or female human/ female wolf. They don't just magically swap them around. "You do realize you're a guy? that means you're wolf will be male, not female." I said. Trying not to hurt his feelings.

Zane’s POV “You want me to breed for you,” I said dryly. I knew it was the truth. Witches had no regard for the male species. They respected their own male kind, warlocks, to a certain extent. But they didn’t have mates. They didn’t marry. They didn’t couple. Witches only lived with other female witches, in their covens. They raised their young together. If the child was a female, they kept it in their coven. If it was a male, they sent it off once it was of age.

“You’re in for a surprise, Lucien. I’ve been itching for a challenge like this.” I respond with a cold smile, my voice filled with unwavering resolve. “Let’s see if you can live up to the hype.” The tension between us reaches its peak, the air crackling with magic and anticipation. As I stand just a few meters away from the male witch, he suddenly leaps into the air, conjuring large fireballs and hurling them towards me. I quickly shout to Adam and the soldiers, instructing them to keep their distance as I swiftly dodge the fiery onslaught. The male witch remains suspended in the air, taunting me with insulting comments about my supposed cowardice.

"Do you want me to tell you what I know?" Raihana smirked. "Duh." I frowned at her, trying not to pay attention to the way she was twirling a strand of her hair around her finger. "Witches are elemental, although they can use spells of other elements, they are in tune with their own elements a lot more and can use it with ease. Some witches have more than one element and this can combine into a new element, such as water and air, you get ice. Only females are witches, their male counterparts are stronger than humans and are referred to as wardens. They can perform some spells if given the correct tools. Apart from that, they hate our kind… and we don’t get on…"

While Eric and Tate just looked at me like they normally did. “How do you not know what a warlock is?” Ryan asked. “A warlock is a male witch. They are distrustful and they are only out for their own gains. Never trust a warlock to do anything for you because they will turn on you in a heartbeat.” Tate answered before I got the chance to respond to Ryan.

Like what a real man must smell like? I giggled at the image and blushed terribly. My wolf propelled me forward and rather than just stumble at him I raised my arms and tried to make it look intentional. I threw my arms around his neck and inhaled. Ohhh he smelled like ecstasy. Olive ecstasy and some kind of expensive cologne. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” I said, just in his ear. His big arms enveloped me, and slightly lifted me off the ground, making me feel so little in comparison. I inhaled him further and it dawned on me that he was a witch. No, a warlock … that’s the word for males.

Alex did his job and did it more efficiently than any other letter carrier, receiving high praise from his fellow postal employees and customers. In time, Alex became a master player of postal politics. He began using the system to his advantage, earning the respect of his bosses’ superiors. When he started his climb up the corporate ladder, he was very careful not to step on any toes. He made many friends and the few enemies he had quickly learned that it was career suicide to up go against Alex Bentley.

Her presence commanded respect and admiration, and the coven members felt honored to be in the company of such a revered witch. Dean, on the other hand, was a werewolf Alpha from a pack in Connecticut, known for his strength, loyalty, and unwavering commitment to his pack members. His leadership skills had earned him the respect of both humans and supernatural beings alike, and his reputation as a protector and guardian was well deserved.