Witch Rules Novels & Stories

, I raised my voice, not wanting to admit what I just understood. “I mean exactly what I said. EACH OF US!!”, we are a Tribrid. “Yes, but we are a mix of werewolf, Lycan and a witch. Should not mate rules apply to us too – as they are the same technically for all three species????”, I asked, genuinely confused now. “No, we are special!!!!”, Aisha now joined the conversation, giggling away. “What does that mean??? We have 3 MATES??? Is that what you are saying?????” I have just started coming around to the possibility of having a mate and now I will have 3???? WHAT????!!!!

They were more like in the middle of the two. When the Discrolls found out that day we are still weak because of their human traits, they sought out ways to improve themselves. The fought against themselves, they tried to know the extent of their strength till they couldn’t do anything about it. When their leader sought out the help of a witch, she did a spell and made them win their first fight against that pure werewolves. It was from then magic and witchery got into the pack. Witches and wizards were welcomed to live amongst them. So they constantly used magic. That is why they spelled their dwelling out of sight. They were rarely Disturbed by anyone, so they lived apart. That is why Mag

When the two fighters were inside the ring, the noise died down, including the sound of diverse instruments stopping and it was Lucas's turn to speak. The fighters stood opposite each other while Lucas climbed into the ring, standing in their midst. He looked down at the scroll and began reading the rules of the game. "Without further ado, werewolves of Mountain Howl, I will just go straight to the list of rules we have for this tournament" he said and shuffled his left foot on the floor. "Rule number one, there's no using of wolf side." Cora watched as one of the fighters raised his hand in dissatisfaction and she instantly knew that must be Max.

“I always get what I want eventually. Always.” Then he pressed his lips to mine in a light kiss. I tried to jerk away but he was inescapable. Having every inch of me effectively pinned against the slick tree while he toyed with my breast and used my thigh to stroke his cock. “Stop.” I gasped. “You’re a witch. You don’t tell me what to do. Warlocks don’t obey witches.” He pushed harder against me until he groaned deep in his throat and I felt fluid spurt along the inside of my thigh.

Their flicker cast long, twitching silhouettes upon the stone walls, draping the chamber in a half-light that made it difficult to tell what was real and what was reflection. At the center of the room sat William, bathed in the faint glow of gold and shadow. He reclined easily upon a cushioned divan of deep maroon velvet, one leg crossed over the other. Before him, on a low table of blackened oak, was a game, Alekhtar. A war-strategy game of conquest and sabotage, said to be favoured by monarchs who preferred subtlety over brute strength. The pieces gleamed — some carved of obsidian, others of ivory. He moved them idly, not to play, but to think.

Alpha Gabriel seemed to have a better and stronger physique than Alpha Felix, and that gave him an advantage over his enemy, who had a weaker physique in comparison. “In the previous battle between us, you had turned into your wolf form even before the second round of wrestling could end, and that was a sort of cheating, Alpha Gabriel. You will have to fight two rounds in your human form before you can take on your wolf form. That is the rule of the battle between the werewolves. If you fail to abide by the rules, then even I will not hesitate in defying them," yelled Alpha Felix as he swiftly changed his position to defend a blow from Alpha Gabriel.

Rules once clear now meant nothing. This moment, I set the terms. Rules came from me now.

She screamed, waking them both, then grabbed Lily by the ear and shouted furiously, “Lily, are you out of your mind? Today is your wedding day, and you do something this disgraceful? Do you have no shame?” She slapped Lily a few times, forcing her awake. However, there wasn’t a trace of shame on Lily’s face. Instead, a flash of satisfaction flickered in her eyes. She suddenly dropped to her knees. “Mom, stop hitting me. Jackson and I truly love each other. I don’t want to marry Mark. Let me marry Jackson!” I noticed Jackson’s ears had turned red. I knew he was awake, too, but he cared about his reputation. He kept pretending to sleep, pulling the blanket higher when no one was looking.

He pulled down my mask, squinted as he observed my face, then pulled it back up. "It's nothing. You'll be fine soon. You just won't look the same anymore." "You mean I'll have scars?" "No, not a single scar will remain." He smiled at me mysteriously. "You'll just end up looking like your bestie." "What?!" I gasped. "The face-swapping voodoo is one of the most insidious spells. Who did you offend, lass?" The first thing that came to my mind was the turquoise hairpin Zonday gave me.