Witch Of Envy Novels & Stories

“Found you, ” I whispered. Beneath it, my mother had written: The Witches of Virelyn. I swallowed and kept reading. They were an ancient coven. Power-hungry and dangerous that sold their magic to powerful packs in exchange for protection and influence. They specialized in dark magic. Not reckless chaos, but controlled corruption. Enhancements. Manipulation. Control. Anything. My fingers trembled as I turned the page. They were wiped out after a spell meant to bind wolves permanently to feral instincts went wrong. No

“Good job princess.” I looked around seeing others walking into the woods. One man, a tall slim man dressed all in a black robe was burning something in the fire. The smell seemed to be white. I don’t know why white was the word that first came to me, maybe pure. I looked up at Nikko, “Is he a witch?” Nikko looked down at me, “a warlock maybe. I don’t think he would take kindly to you calling him a witch.” He arched his brow, “why Samantha are you a witch?”

"An oath shall be sworn here witnessed by Themis, Goddess of the Scale I shall attain all principles of Etheria And be the mistress of all evils of the 13 Hells! From the Seventh Palace, attended to by three great heralds of power, Come forth from the Throne of Slumber, Answer to the name of Rubisviel Althreya Fyaril, Orchid Butterfly Witch of the Dark Forest!" The ground bearing the circle released a turret of purplish-black light and the sheer force of the power sent the witch flying to the ground. Her familiar tumbled with her but she luckily caught him before he could hit the wall and attain any serious damage. She groaned and looked at her work. Her eyes widen at the displeasing result

I knew I was starting to reek of it, the stench of a loser clinging to my skin. ​I didn't have the luxury of playing the long game. If I didn't secure Ethan and his staggering fortune within the month, Voss Dynamics wouldn't just stumble; it would crater into a humiliating bankruptcy. I’d be left as a queen without a throne, a laughingstock in the corporate and pack circles alike. Since nature was moving at a glacial pace and the "fated bond" was failing to melt his resolve, I decided to give destiny the chemical shove it clearly needed. ​I found my way into the gray markets of the shifter underworld, the kind of place where the air smells like rot and old magic. I sought out a witch who dea

I coughed and vomited, feeling my head swell instantly with a massive headache. With a sharp hiss, Lazarus said, "They're going sugar crazy!" He did the same for Duran and Valko. The two werewolves collapsed onto the ground, clutching their heads and groaning. "Velma, come here now!" Miranda demanded. "You need to throw this crap up." But Velma gnashed and clawed at her, fulling her jaws with more treats. "It's pointless," a smooth female voice came from behind us. “She has become addicted to the enchanted sugar.”

She looked around us to see everyone had stopped all movements. She narrowed her eyes at me, "Fine. Remove the fire." She said, "I think I'll keep the fire up just in case, how about we start with your name." I said knowing the others were making their way up to us. Her eyes scanned around me to the others. "You work for the dark witches?" She asked, "No, we are in alliance and I could tell you why if you give me your name." I said, trying to gauge her reaction. "My name is Ambrosia." She replied, locking her red eyes on mine. "I'm Alley, and that is Pythia, leader of the dark witches." I said pointing to Pythia who made her way up to stand next to me. "Who are the others? It's clear they ar

She stood from the chair and walked over to the shelf and began to anxiously search the shelf for books related to witches and spells. She kept searching and could find nothing and she broke down in tears. Even if she detested what Ena usually does to her, she hated the fact that she was in this condition because of her. She cursed and her tears glistened eyes with her hands, she walked back sit down and think of what she could do and who she could meet. She had to call Mia her best friend. Mia could be of help at this point. She shuddered at the thought of what would happen to her if it was found out that she cast a spell. Not only did she cast a spell, she did it in the palace and to the

My eyes met hers and her scent, the delicious scent that had me going crazy hit me harder than ever, my eyes widened, I couldn't believe this, my nostrils flared and my wolf jumped. "Mate, mate, mate, mate." My wolf danced happily. "Mate." I said and my beta left her hands and stepped back immediately, my warriors turned to me in surprise, I stared at her as her eyes widened, I'm sure she also felt what I felt. I took in her appearance, her strawberry blonde hair that was very long, she had it braided into pigtails, her freckles, her lips, her curvy body, which showed very well, due to her coming out from the water, her nipples were visible and I growled because the others saw that, she was

But the more he asked for answers, the worse she became. He hired a private investigator when another forty-five hundred dollars went missing, as did two of his watches and her wedding ring. Kenji himself looked for clues in the house. In the bathroom, underneath the sink, he found small empty bags and some cellophane wrapping. She stuffed them in the middle of a book, The Grimoire for the Green Witch. He was afraid. He told homicide what she was doing. Throughout the book were spells, divinations, and ritual practices. They were all underlined and marked as completed. She was trying to get pregnant. Her desperation led her to witchcraft.

Destiny works in strange ways, the witches and the wolves have been enemies for a long time, neither cross each other's boundaries and it is highly forbidden to ever mate with each other. Over the years, witches have been mated to wolves, but once the council finds out, they cast a spell to sever the bond immediately. The spell works, but the victim's life changes completely and he or she becomes an outcast, the spell also weakens his or her original powers causing such a person to become weak.