Witchs Love Novels & Stories

"No, princess. The queen was in love with the Drektus but not the other way. He married the queen because of power. For years though the witches lived in harmony the Drektus didn’t like that the phoenix witches had more power over them. Witches are divided into coven or tribe. There six tribes, two covens are most powerful among the rest of the witches, phoenix being the sovereign leader as they were viewed as sacred and holy more like gods, we could use any element and what made us more different is we could resurrect ourselves and bring back the dead and also become immortal after we die and we were the only witches who could control the griffins. We were only the witches who could be immo

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.

“The tale I'm about to tell you is one about love and a desire to protect those who we care most about. It happened many, many years ago, back in a time when witches existed and they had the power to do and undo.” Mrs Danbury began her story “There was a young witch named Lydia who fell hopelessly in love with her best friend, a human boy who was always ill at health. As they grew older, Lydia only got stronger in the practice of her magic while Silas got weaker and weaker”

It had boosted her coven to one of the richest in California and earned her a grudging respect from Lorekind. I generally preferred to stay out of their way, though I did have a friendship of sorts with Marissa. But witches were fickle creatures, all about fulfilling their desires and wants without caring who got hurt in the process. They had been known to cast love spells on unsuspecting people, making them unwitting slaves to their every whim, and for some reason, they seemed to like doing this with wolf shifters more than the others. Every self respecting shifter knew to stay the hell away from them for their own good. “Do I send her away, Alpha?” Jace’s question pierced my thoughts.

It felt sensational. I was overcome with lust and desire. This was the witch's sexual energy. It exuded from her like sweat. Hot and heavy. I could smell her sex. I had never experienced the witch’s sexual pull before, but I’d heard plenty about it. It wasn’t a spell; it was just their nature. Witches LOVED sex and they weren’t afraid to show it.

The ongoing and impending wedding was the talk of the supernatural world, and while many were excited, the witches also were, but had a different plan in mind. Seraphina, a young witch with her long, flowing robes and hair as dark as midnight, stood before her sisters. “We shall send them a gift,” she declared, her voice a melodic blend of excitement and mischief. “But not just any gift. It must be something that embodies the essence of our power and serves as a reminder of the balance between love and fear.”

Ember Frost’s POV The story was sad and beautiful all at once. To Orion and me, it didn’t feel like a simple love story; it was more like a tale between a princess and her loyal general. “So, are you saying the Northern Duke and the witches had personal issues, beyond their usual rivalry?” I asked. The lifeweaver witches were rare and incredibly powerful. The dark energy that Satan wielded was intense, and for her to transform such a sinister force into a healing gift wasn’t just a stroke of genius—it was something far beyond that. Timing, location, and the right people were key.

She can move her head and fingers. She repeated her first question. “What happened?” He stayed silent, actually, everyone did. Until she spoke. “I happened,” Denitslava stated. “I’m Denitslava, a witch...” Leal shuddered. But it looked like she still wasn’t done, so Leal waited for her to say more. Only for the latter to smirk, “And Axel’s first love.” First love, huh... But wait, a witch?! That must be so cool!

The last thing I needed was more trouble. By afternoon, the trees thinned out and the path joined a bigger road. I saw other travelers. A group of young mages chatting about academy entrance tests. A merchant with a cart full of glowing potions. I joined the flow of people, keeping my head down and listening. "Did you hear about the witch at the werewolf execution?" one mage whispered to his friend. "They say she grew dragon wings and disappeared. The Alpha King is furious. He has patrols out everywhere." I kept my face blank and walked past them. My heart beat faster. Kael really was not giving up. Good thing I looked nothing like the girl they burned at the stake.

“S… Short witch, I’ve heard of your questionable witchcraft and how powerful you are. I don’t believe that you can’t turn Kyle away from Rachel.” The witch laughed again and continued. “I love your will, young lady. You will pay a price to get what you want, but can you get the Alpha to drink a potion?” “A potion?” Imelda’s eyes narrowed. “What potion?” She inquired curiously. “He can only love you when he sees you as Rachel.” She snapped, and Imelda gulped hard. “What?”