Witch Teacher Novels & Stories

The room seemed darker suddenly. Almost breathing. “What exactly are you planning?” I asked carefully. The witch smiled faintly. “To help wounded women reclaim what they lost.” The answer sounded calm. Too calm. But I had already learned that nothing about this woman was simple. I folded my arms slowly. “Grace is emotional, not stupid. She’ll suspect something eventually.” The witch’s expression darkened slightly. “She is already breaking,” she whispered softly. “Wilson’s rejection opened the door for me beautifully.” That made me pause.

She added, wanting to impress him and preened at the thankful smile he threw her way. "If you don't mind me asking, do those two things have any relation?" He questioned as he slipped his clothes on, covering up the view. "Uh.." she shook her head to chase away nasty thoughts, flushing in the embarrassment at how she was acting. "I honestly don't know. I have had my powers since birth and while I am unable to transform I do have enough werewolf in me to..." She cleared her throat, awkwardly, recalling last night. He hummed in acknowledgement, now fully dressed but thankfully did not push the subject.

, I assure myself sitting on my office chair turning on my laptop. Soon the dark screen was brighten up with the picture if aurora in which she is smiling innocently looking at the ducks in the pond. This picture of her was taken by Edward two years ago and I had to trade my favourite 70’s pocket watch with him for this picture. “Beautiful”, I murmur looking at her smile in the picture. Who knows the girl smiling and laughing looking all normal in between humans is not just a simple girl but my queen, the last witch on the earth who will hold all the powers of her ancestors in her petite body. The trauma she had to go by watching her parents killed in a massacre led by pack of werewolves in

It was winter period when I first found my mate, she was beautiful and fair, had skin as white as snow, her hair was as flowy as velvet, and she had the voice of an angel. Perhaps, I was biased because she was mine, but it was the truth, one thing that kept me from pursuing her at first was that she was a witch. We werewolves and witches were not that close, we tend to get on each other’s nerves, so I knew my father would not approve, he was big on keeping to the rules.

(incorporate tiktik feature) When half transformed, Her shrieks is powerful and has full set of razor-like teeth the extend far back to her ears. She can also twist and turn all the joints in her body so she could easilyn rotate even her head 360 degrees The clittering sound was the tell tale sign that the bruxa is around

a voice murmured. My heavy eyes fluttered open, and I felt a sharp pain shoot through me as I took in the sight of the principal and two teachers in the room. Where was I? "What do we do with her, then?" one of the teachers asked. The question stopped me from attempting to rise, and my breath slowed as I pretended to sleep, straining to listen to their conversation. "It's been ages since any white witch performed telekinesis, and they're all extinct now. We're keeping her,"

My heart stopped beating for a while. “You said you guys switched bodies thirty-something days ago?” I swallowed hard. “Thirty-eight days. The switch happened thirty-eight days ago.” “That’s strange!” She replied. “You shouldn’t be experiencing the fusion stage right now.” “Fusion stage?” I heard her clear her throat loudly. “Yeah. That’s the stage where...? “I know.” I sharply replied. I wouldn’t want to hear the consequence that awaits us.

“Also, she doesn’t want me to connect with other species except witches. She was even willing to hand me over to that ancient warlock, even if it would cost me my life. For Baltazar to harvest my power, I need to unlock it first, but if he finds out I’m useless and he time-traveled for nothing, he might just kill me right away. There is no way in hell I will spread my legs for that super old bitch of a man. He may even smell like cockroaches already,” releasing a forced chuckle. “You’re attempt to be funny is terrible, Whitey!” Nico teases. “Where the hell did that whitey come from?” Agatha sneered, feeling annoyed imagining whitey to be a dog’s name than an endearment term.

James hesitated for some time as I waited patiently besides him to know the truth, he looked into my eyes innocently and started speaking "I am a Vampire." He was shocked at my reaction because he had expected that I would be scared but I just nodded and waited for him to complete "You are not shocked." I smileed and looked into his eyes "If I know about Cameron then it is obvious I know about vampires." He was taken aback "How do you know so much, who are you." I took in a deep breath "I am a witch and for now I can only tell you this." He stammered as he tried to gain what I said "Witch"

She smiled mockingly at the poor werewolf before us. “Christine. How?” he asked. “Mom said to tell you that she resigned as your witch. She’s in hell now. Don’t worry, you’ll see each other soon. Maybe you can hire her again when you get there.” I could only smirk at Christine’s wit. It only made Brody angrier. “Bitch!” “I’m not a dog, idiot!” Christine rolled her eyes. “I’m a witch. Gosh! I had to make a smoky entrance. Don’t you think I deserve an applause?”