Witch Stars Novels & Stories

“I am Evelyn Amira Itacha, a full blooded, hundred percent b*tch filled with more magic than this planet has seen in the last eight centuries.” The agent eyes were widened, and for a split second, there was fear in her expression. “So you are that witch, well, I wouldn't want to be you if I were you.” “What do you mean by that?” Lucas screamed at her. So far, Mason had been very quiet, clinging onto his sister like nothing else existed. I could feel his pain. He didn't want this for her, she was way too young to have to deal with all these. But so was Lucas.

The witches in Moonrise and the witches here are practically different species, culture wise. “I do not have children,” I assure her. “I mean, I hope not.” She huffs a laugh. “I think we’d know by now because that would mean there were other witches in your past, not just Stella. She doesn’t have any kids and doesn’t want them, at least for a long while.” We turn back toward the rocks and continue walking back to the house. Silence hangs between us for several aching minutes until she stops walking and asks, “So it’s true, then?”

It was just a bad night. ‘Another one?’ She frowned. Stella was a witch, yeah, I freaked out when she told me when we were sixteen. Then I calmed down enough to realize I wasn‘t alone. There were other special people like me. She didn’t freak out the way I did when I told her my secret. She thought I was a witch too, but no. Stella‘s Mom, Sera said I was something more and to never tell a soul what I could do. Sera was a fortune teller.

Cris asked, his voice barely holding together. “She was digging,” Stella replied sharply. “I didn’t want to kill her at first. But she got too close.” She tilted her head. “I couldn’t allow that. You saw me kill her, Cris. I wanted you gone too… but for some reason, I couldn’t bring myself to finish you.” Cris’s fists clenched. “So I hired a witch,” Stella continued. “Twisted your visions. Made you believe a man killed her—someone you could hunt. Someone who would keep you busy while I secured the throne.”

Oswin and Myra were the only ones that remained with us. Isa remarked, "You seem to have forgotten that Stella has the ability to restore everyone's power, energy, and strength." I was under the impression that she could, but I couldn't be certain it was true. "The ship's name is Fina. "Stella will have no trouble achieving that," said Chase, "but I won't be able to let Oswin and she travel by themselves." It's fraught with danger. They do not have the same level of expertise in military tactics as we do."

“I didn’t come to kill you today, Alex. Not yet. But don’t think for a second that I’m not capable of it.” A chill ran down my spine as she spoke. I could feel the weight of her words hanging in the air, and I knew that she wasn’t bluffing. Stella was dangerous, and she wasn’t alone. The rogue wolves shifted restlessly, their growls rumbling low in their throats, but Stella raised her hand to silence them. She turned away from Alex and me, her eyes scanning the battlefield. “As for you, Vivian,” she said, her voice soft but laced with authority, “you’ve caused enough trouble. But you’re still useful to me.”

“Surrender Aislen Carter to me, and I will simply walk away. No one needs to be harmed.” “It has been interesting, these last few weeks, to meet you in person, the man, the legend. I was raised on legends of your family. I have found meeting you somewhat… disappointing,” Stella replied. “You are much smaller in person than I expected.” Leighton’s head tilted in puzzlement. “I was not aware that I had incited any interest from the witches and warlocks.”

Damn, Isla was getting wild, teasing me by squeezing her nipples that protruded from outside the tank top. Someday, I will be on my knees in front of Isla. I don't know when that day will come. It's either a gift or a disaster. I sighed heavily and pointed at the TV. “What are we watching?” “Bridgeton,” Isla said between laughs. “What's it about?” “A series set in the Regency era. I was marathoning the series.” Isla pressed the remote, and instantly there was a scene of two actors having sex on the screen.

And if this is true, then I need to warn Rebecca because the witch will definitely come for her and getting the information out of Rebecca will be easier for her, like a snap of a finger. I dialed a number on my phone and soon, the moaning sound of Rebecca was heard when she picked. "Can you for Fuck sake stay away from sex for a day?" I asked. Really, I am beginning to think she is worst than me with the way she allows anything in a pants have their way with her. Rebecca was a refugee rogue, which means she was harmless and was sent away from her pack because she couldn't control her desires. And when she came here, we spent some days together where she gave me the blow job of my life. Then

The poor werewolf spilled it all, sobbing until she was let go. 'Okay guys what are you talking about? ' If they were going to keep us in darkness then we had no business staying there. 'Janette and Monica. ' 'What about them? ' I raised my left eyebrow. Tamara sipped her soup, moaning as it went down on the back of her tract. Some dripped from the corner of her mouth and the little witch snaked her tongue out and sexily licked it while she openly stared at my lips. That single action arose my cock, turning me into a one hungry beast.