Witchy Hippie Novels & Stories

At the same time in a different place. "Are you sure you have dreamed like that?" asked a man with blue hair at night. "Absolutely sure! I'm not going to lie this time," said the long-haired man. "Don't fight, what about a cube witch?" said the man with night blue hair with white gradations. "Hey! Squirrels, you dream the same don't!" asked the long-haired man. "I dreamed it last night," "Guess what, are we magicians? We will have power?" asked the man with the blue hair at night.

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

moaned the nymph with a mischievous smile. "Touch me." commanded the nymph. The witch completely removed her violet and gold dress leaving her in her bonnet and stockings. She laid her back on the stone and the nymph crawled over her in dog position. Ruby pushed her hand up the nymph's cunt and started fingering her tight entrance. She added another finger and another, pumping her digits faster inside the nymph who threw her head back and howled a pleasured moan before leaning back down and kissing the witch's neck. Ruby moved her fingers inside in a disorganized up and down pattern like tiny rampaging snakes inside the nymph. The witch licked her free finger and proceeded to push it inside

{Alessia} My name is Alessia and am I not just the queerest person ever. "Alessia, get back here!" My nana shouted. I'm always inside the house and I don't think that's fair, I turned sixteen yesterday and I think that I am grown, shouldn't I be allowed to roam outside the four walls of the packhouse. "I'm not going beyond the walls nana," I shouted back and took to the winds. She could never catch even if she tried, there are few people that can keep up with me.

It is true she would be the envy of many if she lost a few kilos, but I am not interested in such nonsense. My witch is designed for pleasure. Her hips and breasts, her mouth even her back... Zeus! All of her is an invitation to sin. She is lying on her abdomen, moving her feet to the rhythm of the music she's playing on her cell phone. She has it in her hands and a pair of headphones plugged into her dainty ears. —Our love is six feet under, I can't help but wonder if our grave was watered by the rain...

Putting him between us in the end seat. The last thing I want to do. *** My stomach was coiled so tight, I wondered if I’d be able to eat at all. “I had a nightmare…” “Did you?” He sent me a sideways glance. “Or were you having your Twinkets spy on me?” “I have no Twinkets.” It was only a partial lie. They’re not mine. I don’t know where they come from. “Do you know,” He scooped a bit of chopped vegetables and served them to Udora. “That the myth is that only a Mistress of Witches can control them.”

I wanna suck on those big beautiful lips. "There isn't much time for that anymore. Helping ru a pack takes up a lot of time. We do hae the occasional party though," I reply. Stella frowns again. "This whole pack life does not sound... exciting," she looks at me. I tell her "Well with the witch problem we have been having lately... that no one knows about by the way, so keep your mouth shut about that, life has not been fun or exciting." Stella is asleep when we are entering pack territory. I shake her awake. Stella looks out the window in awe. "Wow these houses are gorgeous," she says with her mouth gaped open. I laugh.

“Good job princess.” I looked around seeing others walking into the woods. One man, a tall slim man dressed all in a black robe was burning something in the fire. The smell seemed to be white. I don’t know why white was the word that first came to me, maybe pure. I looked up at Nikko, “Is he a witch?” Nikko looked down at me, “a warlock maybe. I don’t think he would take kindly to you calling him a witch.” He arched his brow, “why Samantha are you a witch?”

“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.