Witch Rules Novels & Stories

Mary waved a hand and turned to enter the house. The five remaining warlocks of the Wyatt clan knew that with their ridiculously limited number, they didn’t stand a chance against the Stanwood Pack and their Ojah freak. Their strategy, therefore, had been to recruit rogues and witches to help them fight. Rogues were werewolves with no packs. They were usually broken from customary behavior and killed indiscriminately and heedlessly.

If anyone knew the real truth about this, that would be him. A thunderous laughter followed my question, as if I had said something very funny. I arched my eyebrow and looked at him. He was trying to stop laughing and after a minute or so, finally, he managed to speak, although still chuckling. “How do you think witches have survived for millennia, child?”, he asked in between the chuckles. “We do not just materialize out of thin air, nor pop out of a spell!!!!!”, he said still laughing. My serious expression did nothing to deter his laughter, but when I said nothing, he took my hand in his gently and looked at me with patience. “You have a mate child, just like any other being. And in your

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.

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.

“But we are no longer ruled by fear. We will rebuild, stronger than before. Not just in walls and numbers, but in spirit.” He gestured toward a rolled parchment, which Boram brought forward and laid before the council. Theo stood, slowly unrolling the document. “Today, I will lay down the new laws that will guide this pack moving forward—rules rooted in justice, unity, and progress.” He read them aloud, one by one: No allegiance to dark magic or its practitioners. Any sign of magical tampering, blood rituals, or enchantments will be met with full investigation and punishment. All wolves, regardless of former status, will be treated with equal opportunity to rise—based on loyalty and contribu

" I take the laptop and read the requirements myself. But asking Sage to face Victoria is cruel. "What did Professor Kim say when you asked about this?" I asked. "That it's mandatory. That refusing means automatic rejection and the university believes in accountability and growth." She laughed bitterly. "Growth. Like sitting across from my abuser will help me grow." "Does Victoria have to agree to it?" "No. The other party can decline. But I have to show willingness to participate." "So Victoria could say no and you'd still be accepted?"

"It is a possibility your mother is a witch. You can only be born a witch, there is no other way for you to be one." "Yes, but what about the werewolf part?" Chris asked, his expression grim. "If a witch is turned, she looses her ability to do magic. It is the law of nature, you can only be one at a time." "Well, I guess I'm a law breaker now," I muttered under my breath, but apparently it wasn't low enough for the two women in the room laughed. Even Chris' lips twitched. "You can say that again," Chris muttered. "Say, what if she was born both?"