Witchy Romance Books Novels & Stories

But their queen is not happy. She did not only lose her parents but also the love of the vampire king Damien. Alisha has to choose between being the queen of Black Moore and leaving the throne for the greedy uncle she has or fighting for the man she loves,the man who is suspected to being in a spell,a spell which may never be broken. A spell which may cause him his life if he tampers with it. How did he get spelled? And who’s the socerer? Remember the last existing witch was Damien’s mother,so who’s this socerer? Is she evil?

Hey beautiful people, Just a warning. This book is an erotica, which means 18+, so if you are uncomfortable with sex and adult stuff, please don’t read my books. But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers 4)Danika Williams

Ryder wrenched free, his eyes blazing with hatred and malice to my every words. "She's not my sister. She's a rejected Omega and a witch who killed her own mother." I recoiled, stung by Ryder's deep and hurtful words. "Fine," I said, my voice cold .

We both look out on the dancefloor, where Celine has started dancing and people instantly move, giving her space to move. "That is some kind of woman". Mark is staring captivated on the blonde vampire goth, before finally turning to me. "So you wanted to talk about wicca stuff ?" "Yeah". Honestly I also have to force my eyes away from her. It is like she has this power to keep Your attention. "I have read a bit about it, and as I said, I would really like to know some more. I thought you might know which web pages are usable or maybe some books you could recommend ? Everytime I read something online, I read the opposite on the next one. I don't really know what to believe".

Lyons'. His lips had claimed hers, muffling up her yell. She squirmed, doing everything possible to wriggle free. Lyons felt like a lead block. He pushed her to the wall, while still clamping her lips together. She was trapped. She was fucking trapped and she couldn't do anything. She set her fingers in motion, clawing deep at his chest. Leave me the fuck alone! But as always, Lyons wasn't backing down. And there cane the fast breathing on Lyons' part. That could with the rough nature of the kiss weakened Leah. That kiss was the kind she fantasised about. The kind that opened up to her secret world of sexual vices.

he clarified. Jenny narrowed her smoky eyes at Jacob because she understood every word that came out of his mouth. He was telling her that if she couldn’t eat in the cafeteria, then she shouldn’t work at the Wolf Bank. “So, what are we waiting for? Let’s go to the cafeteria!” She announced and without any warning, she grabbed Blair’s hand and strode towards the door. Then she stopped, and Jacob lifted the corner of his brow. “Don’t forget the fried chicken,” she reminded him.

Their magic intertwined as their bodies did—Ronan's ocean current, cool and insistent, meeting Mirra's forest root, ancient and yielding, meeting Selene's silver light, ethereal yet burning—until the boundaries between witch and witch blurred like watercolors bleeding together, and the ancient moss-covered stones around them hummed with the resonant echo of their shared surrender. Selene's hand fell away from Ronan's throat, leaving a trail of moonlight on his skin. He pulled her against his chest with sudden urgency, one hand tangled in her star-white hair. His mouth found hers with the force of a breaking wave, his calloused thumbs caressing the high arch of her cheekbones. Mirra approache

I looked at Wyatt, who was appraising me with narrowed eyes. “What? She forgets I can smell her all over the books and I know what ones are naughty, because well ya know,” I leaned over and tossed him a book from the pile. I had started reading the backs of things so I purposely incorporated a little spice in her life. He looked at the title, then skimmed the back of the book, it was some mafia romance. His brows raised, I shrugged.

“This is just like the papers that the witch had.” “It is.” She read some more. “But then a love between two witches changed the world. One had skin of bronze. The other had skin of gold .” “Do you know much about Grace Moon?” “I went to a book conference about six years ago, and she signed some of my books.” She lowered and pulled them out. “These ten books right here are the Cravings Series.” “What was it about?”

He slowly led the way to the big couch, his eyes going from my boobs to the red g-string I had on. "I know you always get lost in those books of yours, don't think I haven't seen the kind of things you read.." he paused, my cheeks flushed as he made me sit on the couch. He got down on one knee in front of me, his hand still around my waist. "And I know your little head has cooked up fantasies.. fantasies of what you want to experience, of what what you want me to do to you." He paused and lowered his head to my drenched panties, taking a long, seductive whiff.