Witchy Hippie Novels & Stories

And there, standing between two of the tallest monoliths, was her. She didn't run. That was my first mistake, thinking she would. "You're trespassing," I called out, my hand moving to my blade. My wolf surged forward, pressing against my consciousness, demanding I shift and tear her apart. The witch turned to face me. She was younger than I expected, maybe thirty winters at most. Dark hair spilled over her shoulders, and her eyes caught the moonlight like chips of amber. She wore simple robes, no armor, no visible weapons.

Then came the boyfriends. The first one was Jake, a shy kid from school. They started hanging out after classes. One afternoon when Mark was at work, they snuck up to her room. I could not leave. The house would not let me. I watched from the corner as things heated up. Lily was nervous but eager. Jake kissed her clumsily at first, hands tentative on her developing breasts over her shirt. She guided him, moaning softly when he slipped a hand under her bra.

Beta Norman shrugged, “would be no use for us. This pack doesn’t use witches except for life and death situations.” “Yes, what was the witch’s name that we used when that little girl Trina got sick? Helena right?” Beta Norman’s face paled. “No, our pack witch is called Jade.” I shrugged, pretending not to care. “Must have heard the name somewhere else then. Maybe Mona mentioned it.” “What did she say?” Beta Norman asked curiously. “Nothing but lies.” I replied and I walked towards the door. “I won’t bother you with her delusional tales of mind control and dark magic.”

The moment Hylda came into the picture and put Sadie to death the tradition had died with her. The witch's quarters looked old and worn down from years of neglect. Sadie was long gone by the time she had even been permitted to enter the pack house but she'd heard from the older generations what it used to be like. The walls apparently had a glow to them from the amount of magick in the room. There was rumored to be a large crystal sat in a well, center of the room where the users would replenish themselves. Foliage decorated the room making it look like a green house with work stations set up. Large wooden work tables covered in rare ingredients and spells books from past generations lay on

But there was only one thing I hated about her. "Elle, meet Alpha Hansel of White Rose Pack." He gestured and she courteously smiled at me. One would easily tell she was shy but I kept quiet regardless. "Isn't she beautiful, Alpha Hansel?" She asked. "I must say, she is. But then again, she's a Witch!" I blurted in disgust. "This Witch is different, she's my personal pet. The best of the best," he gave me a knowing look. "I'm sure you've had a long journey, she can help ease your stress, you know." He winked. "Right Elle?" She nodded nervously.

The whisky was delivered, and he took it in one large gulp. The lights dimmed, illuminating the stage, and a booming loudspeaker announced Poppy's arrival. He stood there, watching as a woman strutted out in her naughty schoolgirl outfit. She wore her honey brown hair in cute pigtails on either side of her head. Her pretty face was caked in enough makeup to make her look a few years older. The tight white top revealed perky breasts. She stood tall, with long legs hidden beneath her short skirt. Overall, she exuded a sense of innocent sexuality. He froze as she got closer. There was no mistake, despite the layers of makeup. It was his friend Kylie.

I knew I was ugly, but hearing my own sister say it still made me shake with pain. "You know what?" She leaned close to my ear. "You're not just ugly. You're stupid, too." I froze, confused by what she meant. "I'm so beautiful and well-behaved, so of course I should be the only princess. Seeing you with a face just like mine makes me sick every time. "When we were eight, I fell off that cliff on purpose. I knew you'd come save me. I calculated exactly where to position myself so you'd get that scar.

Christa interrupted with, “They don’t plan every single minute of your day. You’re encouraged to bring books, knitting, paints, whatever it is that makes you happy. In fact, I’m hoping you’ll throw in some of those really sexy romances you like to read.” “Me, too,” Steph said. “I never have time to read for fun and Christa says your books are … stimulating.” She poked Christa in the ribs. “We might actually learn something about men.” “You’re not kidding.” Christa poked Steph back. Then she once again focused that laser-eyed stare on Anne. “What’s really unique about it is that it’s at a wolf preserve.” Wolves? Their enthusiasm must be contagious, since Anne was actually thinking of doing th

"Anyway, here I am actually considering your offer. But I got a few questions, and I don't know if I can or can not, but I have some quirks. I don't know. I don't know how these things work. Shit. Maybe I shouldn't come." "Hey...hey, it's okay. That's what I'm here for. So, ask away." "Well, first what is the scope of this sugar baby entailed to? Is it just a companion? or do we have to have sex with them? And is there any boundaries? I mean there are some kinky people out there, and I'm not sure I'm one of them." I stopped right there and waited for her answers.

I was already clad in my grey boxer briefs, hiding myself from the eyes of the obsessed woman. 'Oh you never visualised a witch like me being mated to Alpha Ryker. ' Her voice was unusually calm for an enraged woman. Like they say about the calm before the storm, this was that time. 'He will be mine! ' She screamed again, puffing out her chest.