Witch Romance Novels & Stories

"How did you both meet." "Maddie used to be a waitress." Aiden started before she or Drew could. "One day, Drew stepped into the cafe she used to work in and found her dancing. He was mesmerized, so, of course he decided to not inform her of his presence, and just simply watch. Maddie turned, got startled and dropped the coffee pot. She cut her hand on a shard. Lover boy here rushed to her rescue, offering his prized jacket as bandage. She looked up then. He also looked into her eyes. And viola, they were in love." Wow, Aiden was good story teller.

But as their passion ignited, the kiss deepened, becoming more urgent, more demanding. They moved to the bedroom, their bodies entwined, their movements driven by a primal need for connection, for solace, for release. They made love with a raw intensity, a desperate attempt to fill the void in their hearts, to find solace in each other’s arms. As they lay together, exhausted but content, Jenifer felt a sense of peace wash over her. She knew that what they had done was not a betrayal of Victoria’s memory, but a celebration of life, a testament to the enduring power of love.

I looked confused "Yes, us" she said. "What do you mean by us?" I asked "It's because of the love I have for you Ryan. And when this is all over, when this battle with Alex is all over, I just want us to get married and live a simple quiet life" she said and I laughed. "I have no plans of getting married to you Susan" I said. "What?" "You are not my type, I'm just..... I am just using you" I said as I staggered but she held me.

Indestructible. The Blood Witches already cower when they smell Rozelyn. How much more a child born from her flesh, mixed with a werewolf’s blood? Dorrien just smiled at that thought. Truly, everyone has their own weakness. And he just found out what those goddamn Blood Witches’ weakness is—and Romaine’s fear as well. *** “What do you think they thought of us? Me and you, kissing in a Fifty shades of Gray style…” Cyrill just cackled at her. “You really compared our kiss to that sexually-suggestive book, huh?”

Luna responded. How are you liking it so far? Where did you move from? " Washington State but Ive always moved around a lot. I love it here the history the archirtecture I can really vibe here. My cousins told me I would love it but I was a bit hesitant. I am so glad you approached me. I am a little reserved when it comes to meeting someone. " Said Luna The 2 sat for hours and conversed getting to know the basic things about each other. Neither telling the other that they were a witch or a werewolf. Before they knew it the bar was closing. Time had flown by.

But when I look up at him and see his good looks go dark under the fading lights, I almost feel like I’m dancing with a real live vampire, and there’s not much sexier than that. Someone bumps into me on my right, jerking me out of my Twilight sex- haze, and I look over in annoyance. No matter how crowded the dance floor gets, there’s still some etiquette to be followed, and part of that concept is the rule that says you’re not supposed to be an asshole and ruin a vampire love affair moment. After-work party, dead ahead. “Watch it,” I say to the dingbat blonde who’s bumping and grinding away with a group of girlfriends. She has her navy blue blazer rolled up to her elbows and her blouse untuc

Claude rambled on not giving her wolf the chance to speak. “Calm down. Everything is a gradual process and you are actually in the past not the present” Ria says seriously. “What kind of joke is that? Is that even possible?” Claude asked laughing. “Do you want to get a glimpse of it?” Ria asked and she nodded. Claude closes her eyes and before she could realize she was in a familiar environment but the difference is that she was seeing them but they couldn’t see her. She saw that Denver became her mate and Victoria loved him since they met so she was jealous and charmed Denver to love a witch but he didn’t realize that it was not normal.

A few fellow wolves let out teasing wolf whistles and I grin. After a few minutes, I take my leave. I make my way towards the lake where Victoria is supposed to be waiting for me. Once we consummate our marriage and I give her the mating mark, she will also gain the ability to shift. My blood hums in anticipation for the night awaiting us. I’m surprised when I don’t see her in my line of sight when I break out of the clearing towards the lake. My surprise turns to terror when I see her laying on the large rock next to the lake, her body limp, the smell of blood thick in the air.

I roll my eyes. “Oh! I know! We should watch Twilight!” Ilayda says. “What part of ‘no romance’ didn’t you get Illy?” Adelina retorts. “Well, I don’t consider it a romance.” “Yes, it is. It’s about a sparkly fucking vampire that wants to mate with a human girl! Of course, it’s a romance!” I rub my temples, trying to head off the headache I knew was coming with Ilayda and Adelina’s bickering. I swear they are like water and oil when you get them together in the same room.

As time passed, she found herself increasingly captivated by him, becoming more observant of his presence than anyone else. Frequent visits became the norm, with various reasons serving as excuses for their encounters. Sometimes, he would show up with injuries, and other times, he would bring along his pack members. In the midst of these interactions, their connection deepened, and a romantic relationship blossomed. As they started dating, an unexpected emotion took root within her – love. Despite not being mates, she embraced the bond they shared, convinced that their wolves would accept each other as long as they remained together. The absence of a formal mate bond did little to diminish t