Witch: Male Novels & Stories

He didn’t have time to play games with a woman. They found a small restaurant in Sterling and Malachi felt like he hadn’t laughed that much since Karani had died. Jessica had laid out all the bare facts on that first night and Malachi had listened. “So, I’m going to just be totally honest with you, I sense it’s a thing.” “I value honesty.” Malachi took her hand in the middle of the table, not caring who was looking at them. It felt natural to take her hand. “I’m a witch.” Their eyes locked over the flickering candle. “Not half or whatever, just a normal full witch.”

“They existed. But they’re supposed to be completed. . . gone.” “Warlocks. The male counterpart of witches,” Giofré pointed out as I nodded in response. “How did you conclude that he’s a warlock?" “Because he is. He has the power of a witch, maybe even stronger because he uses dark magic,” I responded with my heart pounding fast. “How did you know about the warlocks?” Giofré asked, casually glancing at me.

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.

Alley POV: I knew everyone was a little tense as they took seats around the office. This is our first time laying eyes on him, we've all heard the rumors but from what I can tell he looks rather normal. I mean his eyes aren't even red like the others. "So can someone explain to me why I am here or why I was even requested?" Jeremy stated, there was an edge to his voice and Cassandra had a death grip around his arm. "Jeremy don't be hostile, what do you know of the great white witch?" Ambrosia asked. "I know she died and that her brother killed her but nothing more, why?" Jeremy asked. Ambrosia looked at me and nodded. "I am the great white witch, and Raleighs brother Bosch has created an arm

And in Woodhidge-high, the most notorious bully was Clenk. Clenk Harris was a seventeen year old werewolf whose parents were quite rich. He was by miles, the strongest werewolf—his age—in town. His strength was just a gift to him, he wasn't a leader of any sort, yet he was an Alpha. He was born an alpha. Alphas generally get their level of authority and power after they have invested in leading a particular pack or killing another alpha werewolf. However, there aren't many alphas anymore because there wasn't any pack to rule. Over time, the werewolf culture has been forced to go through changes and series of phases because of the intimidating ever-growing nature of the humans. While, werewol

“I did not want him to see a display of your powers so soon. I was hoping to keep that from him, for you to be able to get control of them more before you showed your cards, so to speak.” “Yeah, no kidding. But I wasn’t expecting to be here with him today, if you recall. Speaking of getting in control, he set me up with one of his witches already. I start training or whatever tomorrow.” I don’t even attempt to withhold the disdain in my voice. Even though I have no idea who the witch is, I’m already biased thinking I won’t like her. Or I guess it could be a he. There are male witches, right? Wait. I think they’re called warlocks. Now I’m confused.

Being held captive, no friends, my mother dead was a very lonely existence. Long ago I denounced my were wolf half – it was completely dormant. I was a witch, belonging to one of the oldest Slavic clans, my blood ancient and royal. I looked exactly as my mother, the Princes Dzana, with long brown hair, silver eyes, plump lips and porcelain skin. My father, I did not know much about except that he weas a werewolf. Mother was expected to marry witch royalty, but she found herself in love with a were.. This was not forgivable according to my grandfather, nor in our traditions.

Azareel walked slowly toward the White Tiger, his body began to stiffen because the white furred beast was so big than he expected. Aza stood at the distance he had calculated, the man began to draw his bow and aimed it at the White Tiger. Likewise Nelson, who was ready from his hiding place. "Attack!" exclaimed Aza then three arrows of clear blue water shot right at the Tiger, but it is very unfortunate that the White Tiger has entered level two intermediate. Basically the beasts in Hidden World are categorized as demon beasts and Warcraft. The Silver-haired wolf they had encountered was a level one Warcraft, but the silver wolf hunted more often in groups making it difficult for some begin

I am also excited to meet them but that bitch just ruin my mood. Unfortunately, only girls can be a witch. If a witch has a son he’s not a witch he’s just a normal – a human. They said that our ancestors casted a spell so that women can only be witch and the men can’t use our magic to become superior. I think that’s kind of unfair though, everyone deserves to have what we have right now. “This is Mikaela. She’s in charge with our weaponries. Just one call from you and she’s gonna supply us with tons of weapons. Not that we needed it.” We all laughed at Natalia’s remark, they might be needing it soon.

' He swallowed saliva audibly, shaking his head as he did so. 'Unbeknownst to them, one of the witches had foreseen the attack. They fought back and managed to annihilate all the wizards except one, the one who broke away. After he realised that he had been left alone he retreated and went into hiding. No one ever heard of him again, until we crossed paths. ' 'Does he have a name? ' Tamara was so engrossed in the story, I could feel her interest peaking as my dad spoke. 'Addanc, that is his name and he identified himself when he blocked our path. '