Witchy Hippie Novels & Stories

It was tindeeda reflection of her vibrant personality! Her hair, adorned with sun-kissed highlights, now cascaded in luscious waves of honey blonde, lending her an air of ethereal beauty. Tizzy—an affectionate nickname bestowed by the group of jewels—the girl is undeniably drop-dead gorgeous. Now all the ladies were here in Chicago together. Miss Skye, Angela, Addie, Tizzy, and Dynasty. Their vibrant circle of five friends, woven together like a colorful tapestry, all gathered here in the windy city in anticipation of what would be not only an extravagant party but an unforgettable night!

Jackie sat on the edge of the velvet bed, expertly re-threading silver charms into her hair. "So," Jesse said, catching Jackie’s eye in the reflection. "A fated mate. A future Beta. A guy who thinks 'spicy' is a compliment. How are we feeling, Jax?" Jackie let out a long, dramatic sigh, though she couldn't hide the faint shimmer of her aura. "I’m feeling like the Moon Goddess has a twisted sense of humor, Jess. I spent years perfecting my 'independent witch' vibe, and now I’m tethered to a human golden retriever who probably dreams about chasing squirrels and bench-pressing small cars."

Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were wet. "Listen to me," I said quietly. "You are Cressida Ashcroft. Half-griffin. Hockey player. My responsibility." I held her gaze. "You are not a witch. You have never been a witch. The ice is griffin magic. The wings are griffin magic. The binding was a griffin binding." She nodded. "Say it." "I'm half-griffin." "Say it again." "I'm half-griffin." I pressed my forehead to hers. "You're going to walk in there. You're going to answer their questions. And when I say we're done, we're done. Do you understand?"

She sits back on Jackson's lap and rubs her pussycat against Jackson's straining cock. "Touch me, or don't enter me with your cock. Make me moan and call your name." Jasmine whispered sensually. "Sshhhahhh," Jasmine repeatedly moaned in pleasure as he rubbed her pussycat. "Did you enjoy that?" Jackson asked in the middle of Jasmine's activity. Jasmine stopped the rubbing and looked at Jackson pleadingly. "Please!" Jackson held his cock and prepared to aim it at Jasmine's already wet pussy. Only the head of the cock enters, and Jasmine holds Jackson back.

I knew she she was upset with me though I had no idea why "You did good. We have a little while before the club opens. Are you hungry?' "You didn't tell them I am witch. Only an Alpha" "Does it matter?" "Yes, Wyatt, it does. Are you ashamed of me? I mean, the witch in me? That is not something I can change even if I wanted to, which I don't. You don't think some eyebrows are going to be raised when I start freezing bitches? I would have to blind not to notice the way they were looking at you."

Whooooo~ We don't have to wait long before we are joined by 5 other "witches" who pile into our booth. They all give names that are either crystals, botanical plants, or have some other connection to nature or mythology. I'm not kidding. Marigold, Jasper, Antigone, Rainy, and Juniper all squish in next to us, each dressed in some version of boho chic like my friend Slone, who came in a black linen jumper with a leather harness and matching boots. I'm the only one there in a dress, and the one showing off the most skin, which just makes me feel like some kind of offering...or sacrifice.

The voice of an old woman echoed in the room causing Alicia to snap her head toward the lady's direction, she had no idea when she came in. She was a bit old, with ginger hair. She was very beautiful, just like all the witches are. She looked way younger than her age, which Alicia could guess would be around 80 or something near that. The woman did not come alone, she had two other powerful women accompany her, or maybe they were also strong witches.

My beta asked me. I get the fact that he was already lost on a list for ideas just as I was. "I'll tell you what you can do." We heard a sing-song song from behind my beta and I looked up to see who it was. Shocked, my beta moved into the room fully and he got ready for war with his battle stance. The witch walked majestically into the room, dressed in a purple flowing dress and a high heels, her long hair packed into a high ponytail "You don't need to attempt to fight with me." The witch told my beta.

Anything! Her talent was not only the witchery, she learnt in her childhood also it was not even using any sort of magic to cure the people. Her real talent was to portray lies so realistically that the other person had to give in to her wishes, she knew how to toy minds well. To get what she wanted, she had to become someone she was not in the vision of the world. Even though it was a witch or... just a sinful liar who could toy minds.' Who cares? Right?