Novel & Cerita Witch: Male

Witch! ***

“Being a witch is more than just waving your wand around.” Mistress Sungul would always say, her own wand poised between her fingers. “We are what mages dream to be. We are what priests fear.” It was almost like a mantra. As Sungul leisurely paced around the room, soaking in my blank stares and gazing at the mist that oozed from her wand, she would repeat herself. Sometimes muttering so low that I had to strain to hear her. Usually, she was boisterous, loudly jabbering on about our roles as witches.

The Pride is made up of about 50 or so female WereCheetahs, however; we only have 3 males. Duke River is the Alpha Male Warrior, my adoptive Dad and then there is his Beta’s. Anton Darkblade is quiet and serious, he is one male you don’t want to cross and then there is Graves Reaper, who is a little more laid back however he is still just as deadly. The 3 of them mainly protect Mane Beatrice and her eldest daughters, Nala and Chloe, while the elite warriors protect the Pride.

She leaned against her locker and smiled at me "Jaimee what did you do?" I said looking at her suspiciously She shrugged her shoulders "well you know how the school is holding cheerleader tryouts today.." "No" I interrupted "no jaimee I'm not trying out for that witches team" "come on Naomi, you know you're good. You cheered for five freaking years then we move here and now you don't wanna cheer" I leaned my back against my locker "you know why, I'm not trying out for this team as long as Alexis is captain; I tried out last year when we first moved here and she sprayed shaving cream inside my gym shoes and bag I want nothing to do with her or her stupid team"

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.”

from the stands. The Elders stood up in shock. "The Aegis?" Marcus sputtered. "That is a myth! You cannot claim Aegis over a mongrel!" "He is no mongrel," Wulfric roared, his aura exploding outward, a wave of silver power that forced the guards to step back. "He is the grandson of Silas Winston, my shield-brother! He is the son of Damian Sinclair, my ally! And he carries the favor of the Ironclaw!" Wulfric reached into his robe. He pulled out a dagger. He didn't cut Leo. He cut his own hand. He let the bright red blood drip onto the sand at Leo’s feet. "I, Wulfric of the First Line, claim this boy!" Wulfric bellowed. "I name him Ward of the Prime! His blood is my blood! His life is my life!

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

she asked the warlock. Shaking his head, Scott made his way toward the house. Witches sat on the sofa playing with their hair. Warlocks watched them, grinning. The animosity between the witches and warlocks was legendary. Witches were always female while warlocks were men. He didn’t understand the whole story, but their battles had been going on for centuries. The scent of the forest surrounded him as one of the bears came out of the kitchen. He was a tall man.

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

" 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.