Witch Title Novels & Stories

“I am what?!!!!!?” “More powerful child, more powerful indeed. And that, my dear, is probably because you are not just a witch. You are a Tribid!"

The people of Titania island had already received many foreigners, some of whom knew how to speak the language of the Atlantic kingdom. Being at the villa's bar, Igor was sitting at one of the tables with his men, drinking the traditional drink of the place, a canhu drink. The sour taste, a touch of sweetness, made him like the drink. It could be said that he barely heard his friends' conversation, he was distant and he still saw the image of the girl who was introduced to him to start the journey on his ship. Her full lips, her soldier green eyes, her brown skin the color of chocolate, her long, braided hair, her clothes made of capulana that contrasted with her color, all other details cam

He growled in a wolf's voice: "There is a demon king out there, Eva! You are the last of the Rose witches! Do you have any idea what he might do for your blood? You are not going anywhere!" But that move had drained the very last drop of Eva's patience. In an instant, she spread her palms open and awakened the witch within. With violet embers flickering in her eyes, violet fire blazed from her hands. "You were right! I am the last witch of the Rose bloodline, and there is no one else like me , no one to match my kind, my power! Now get out of my way. Because if I have to trample you to pass, don't you dare put on the drama of 'You were always a traitor, Rose girl!'" she screamed. Mystical en

With what little strength I had left, I screamed at them and mentioned the title I had kept buried for years. "This is a warning! I'm the wolf princess of the Werewolf Kingdom! Think about the consequences of hurting me!" They only laughed. "Wolf princess? That ruthless wolf princess from back then? You expect us to believe she turned into a wretch like you?" They ripped what was left of my dress and closed in again. "We're in the wild. No one's coming. Let's finish this." "I won't lie. She's got a hell of a body." I closed my eyes and drowned in despair.

' Swallowing his fear, he asked, “What do you want?” Prince Ariel pulled out a folded poster from his sleeve pocket and flicked it open, revealing a delicate sketch of a young woman. “I’m looking for someone.” His voice was calm, but the underlying menace was unmistakable. “Have you seen her?” Chief Watu studied the drawing. A beautiful maiden. “I haven’t,” he said smoothly. Prince Ariel’s eyes darkened. “Are you sure?” Chief Watu forced a nervous chuckle. “Sir, you must understand, that our dealings are extensive. We interact with many people every day—it’s impossible to remember every face.”

I moved my legs taking them from the crossed position knowing the dress would ride up my thighs and show enough of what was between my thighs and how I hadn't bothered wearing panties that day. I could feel it in waves as desire rippled through Gerwulf and my skin goosebumps beneath his gaze. I turned my head seeing the blackness quickly swallowing the honey of his eyes. My lips twitched as I tried hard to suppress the smirk building up on my face. "See something you like, Alpha?" I cooed at him, earning a growl. If there was one weakness my mate had it was being called by his title. "Eloise," his tone was deep and husky, filled with warning.

“I told Hania she should not use that air freshener.” “You are so clueless,” Estry exclaimed. “Found you,” Titus said, smiling. He was wearing a smirk, which perplexed Selena. “At long last, we got to meet. My name is Titus.” Selena inquired. “What are you up to?” “Welcoming the wolf that lives inside you.” “Wolf? What are you talking about?” “He knows,” Estry said. “You, keep quiet!” Selena said to Estry, taking her face away, only to return it after she absorbed what Estry had said. “Does he knows?”

Calculating whether the Alpha King and his witch mate were worth challenging. in that moment, standing at the citadel gates with wolves ahead and witches behind, Winter realized they truly were alone. United against both their worlds.

A name flashing across the screen. Wiktor.

Zeke was strangely quiet, his eyes darting between the two witches but he found himself unwilling to intervene, his instincts warning him to remain silent. The solitary lamp flickered as a sudden breeze stirred throughout the room, cold enough to cause goosebumps to appear on their flesh but the voodoo witch seemed not to notice. Instinctively, Merlin rubbed her arms and gazed quizzically around the room before turning her gaze back to Onika. "Ah sacrifice mussi mek, ah blood sacrifice (A sacrifice must be made, a blood sacrifice)", Onika stated, her eyes taking on a faraway look. "Yuh will overcome much an yai waata will bi shed (You will overcome much and tears will be shed)", she continue