Witch Romance Novels & Stories

Flowers bloomed in patterns I'd long forgotten. And there they were. My stepsister and fiancé, standing beneath the rose trellis. “When are we going to stop hiding?” Vivian asked, brushing Jack's sleeve. “Soon,” he replied. “Let the wedding happen. Then I'll divorce Stephanie and marry you. I love you, Vivian. You know that, right?” Then he leaned in and kissed her. My chat tightened and my fingers curled into fists. So it was all true. It was real. The betrayal. The blood. My death. It really happened.

"This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself." Nanny laughs, clearly enjoying this way too much. "Oh, Isa. You’re making it sound like it’s the worst thing in the world. Just imagine it—a forbidden workplace romance, secret glances, and the tension! Oh, how thrilling! The babysitter and the boss. You’ve already got the perfect setup." I glare at her. "Nanny, stop. He’s my boss, and he has a child. A cute child, by the way, who is clearly going through something. I’m not about to entertain any fantasies about him."

She leaned against the wall, pressing her back to it as she listened carefully. “I don’t want to hurt her, Angelica. I don’t want her to be hurt at all—she’s done nothing wrong. Why should we hurt her?” Cassidy said, his voice laced with irritation. Sophie widened her eyes once she could hear him clearly, and she strained to catch every word. “Fine, I already agreed! But I want her to learn a lesson for cheating with my husband. You told me that you love me!” Angelica snapped in response. Even though Sophie couldn’t hear her voice directly, she could easily guess what was being said—and what it meant.

In the end, I won so I was the one to choose what movie we will watch. I was scrolling on n*****x in search of a good watch for what felt like eternity. I've seen almost everything and I want to watch something new with him. When I was finally able to find one, I quickly pressed play. It was a romance movie, as usual. While I was smiling, I could hear Flint snort repeatedly beside me that I have to shush him every time. "This is a good movie," I said. "Alright. Good it is," he replied.

He says while wiping the tears off my cheeks. "I, Dimitri Lorenzo Lombardo, Prince and future king of Aurora Village accept Aspen Brielle Gonzales as my Luna, future queen, and my mate." I stare back at this tribrid with bug eyes. He just accepted our mate bond. I think I was in shocked for a few minutes. Dimitri is staring back me waiting for my response. So, I listen to my heart, body, and soul. "I, Aspen Brielle Gonzales, accept Dimitri Lorenzo Lombardo, Prince and Future King of Aurora Village as my mate."

“I don’t know, that’s just what I heard. Why do you want me to look into her?” I sighed. “Because she’s my dates mate.” “I didn’t know vampires could have witch mates.” “It’s uncommon, but not unheard of amongst my kind.” He nodded. “Alright, I’ll look into her past for you, but it’s going to cost you more than my usual price.” Great. “How much?” “Twenty-five percent more.” I gritted my teeth. “Ten,” I countered. “Twenty.” “Ten.” “I don’t think you get how this works.”

“Perhaps her depiction of the perfect romance will offer insight into figuring out who this person is.” Nikki grimaced when she heard the name Verna Ravenway. It was the name of a popular romance writer who had amassed a cult following online, but no one knew who she was. She sighed as she realized the two girls were probably not talking about her but about some ridiculous fantasy they had concocted due to the overconsumption of romance novels.

“Before I do something stupid.” “That sounds wise,” Vincent said. But as I took my first two steps toward the door, the world tilted. My legs wobbled, the balcony seeming to sway beneath me, and I staggered forward, a gasp escaping my lips as I pitched toward the floor. Strong arms caught me, pulling me close before I could fall. “Easy,” he said quietly. Vincent's grip was steady, his body pressing against mine in the sudden rescue. I looked up, our faces inches apart, and time stretched. His breath mingled with mine, warm and laced with the faint tang of champagne. I could feel the rapid thump of his heartbeat against my chest, mirroring the wild rhythm of my own.

His gaze held a mixture of gratitude and something deeper, a sentiment he seldom revealed. As she continued to dress his wounds, the room seemed to shrink, narrowing down to the unspoken connection between them. Raina, in your writing, delves into the complexities of their romance. The physical act of dressing wounds serves as a metaphor for the healing they find in each other amid the chaos of their lives. Let the readers feel the emotional nuances, the uncharted territory of love in the shadows.

He moved like a sloth to flame until he caught her hand leaning into her palm as she caressed his cheek. She took her time looking at him. He looks... Wrecked. He visibly lost weight and the bags under his eyes, the cuts on his hand. She sighed and pulled him forward, kissing him on his left eye, his left hand went behind her hair as he kissed her on the forehead.