Witchy Hippie Novels & Stories

HippieGirl - what are you talking about? I answer her right away, typing a response as HippieGirl. HippieGirl: You're amateurs! What are you getting for your time? A wet pussy that you finger yourself. If you really want control, send me an IM and I'll explain it to you.

— Kassian… please, Kassian… It's all I waited for. I resume my work with determination, concentrating my attention on the sensitive spot that makes her scream. Her body stiffens, her cries climb the octaves, and she explodes, shaken by violent convulsions, her essence flowing onto my tongue while I hold her, cradle her through the storm.

She tries to zip it up but her hands can't reach the zipper. She's really tempted to look in the mirror but she doesn't. She steps out to the ohhs and ahhs of her audience. Sarah turns around. "Someone please zip me up." Katrina snaps her finger and the dress zips up automatically. Sapphire jumps up and starts to clap. "Woah! Being a witch is so cool." Katrina snorts. "Darling girl, you don't know the least of it." SAMANTHA

“Girl, you look damn hot! Are you sure you’re that witch girl from Harry Potter and not a slutty version of Scarlet Witch?” “Her name is Miss Hermione Granger,” I told Trish, rolling my eyes. “Plus I’m not a redhead. Can’t be Scarlet Witch even if I want to unless you got a wig stashed somewhere for me to wear.” “Don’t think I’m a nerd but even I know that before she became Scarlet Witch, she was Wanda Maximoff and she was a brunette just like you,” teased Trish with a wink. “Anyway, what do you think?” She did a little twirl then looked at me over her shoulder, her brows wiggled as a mischievous smile formed on her red lips.

[Apple] This has to be a trick or a hallucination because none of this makes sense. Hazel’s words cannot be true. I can’t be a witch. Or a half-witch, or part-witch, or whatever. “I grew up in Pleasant Valley, California.” I remind her as I turn my head from side to side watching as my hair emits amber sparks, my skin glows and my eyes shine beacon bright. “A HUMAN ONLY community. They have hex-blockades and supe detectors installed in the roads leading into town," my voice is growing louder and as I blush in frustration, my skin's hue slowly blooming to match the flowers in my hair. "How can I be a witch if I grew up in a place like that?"

"Have you ever thought about talking back to them ?" I shook my head . " They have done so much for me , I can't disrespect " I replied . "Then you are a coward " I frown . "Why am I coward ?" I asked . " Because you let yourself be brainwashed by them , Because you never reason with any of their decisions , if it means you aren't strong enough to believe yourself , It basically means you are a coward " ~&~

there isn't a need to do that"? I don't expect you to know pain but wound that deep hurts a great deal, alright!" "Puppy, come here. " Mike ordered with a wave of a hand. heard his airy deep voice which made her shoulder lifted up to protect her body but at the same time, it made her wound more visible to Mike's eyes, making him ticking his jaw in dislike. On his left palm that he spread out the black long wand formed from thin air to his use. Green thorny vines rooted from the bottom of the wand and end at the crescent shaped top that had a red gem in the middle, seeming to float without anything attached. Ariana was scared that Mike would scream or hit her if she didn't abide by his words.

Maddox asks. Looking at him “ The witch “ Back to Harley “ She won't stop talking and I'm not making sense of anything she saying” I told them what she was saying and they were looking at me like I had grown a second head Until Maddox snaps his fingers “ The Alpha did say that she was looking for a warlock, could that be him.” How could I forget about that “You're right but the picture we have of him is all wrong” I remind them. “ Yeah but with all this magic going around, who knows, what could be right or wrong” Harley says.

A hippie Wiccan wouldn’t know at first glance that I’m not human. “My kind?” I ask. “Shifter. Wolf, right?” Her nose wrinkles, and she steps away from her inventory cart to glide toward me on silent feet. “The packs in our area tend to stay in the mountains.” “Are you a witch?” “Depends on why you’re asking,” she says simply, circling around the counter to stand behind it. “If you’re looking for a love potion, we have them premade in aisle one.” “And if I’m looking for something more potent than a dinky Wiccan spell?”

voice I didn’t recognize spoke up. His voice demanding respect without yelling. “Listen up little girl. You don’t make demands here. Now, I’ll ask one more time. Who are you and why are you here?” “FUCK YOU” spat Kiara with an intense growl. “ I don’t know why you entertain these trespassers Kirian. This one clearly is a bloodsucker. She’s already threatened to drain us dry. We need to dispose of her and her wolf friends.” Said a second man’s voice full of disdain. “ First off nobody will do anything unless I say” this time a voice of a woman chimed in. Hmm, that must be the one in charge. “Has anyone tried talking to her male companions?” asked the same voice “ someone fucked up on the dos