X Witchmade Novels & Stories

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

It almost breaks me, but Rowan’s hand is at my shoulder, Mara’s at my back, Fen’s steady at my side. When it’s done, Fyre slumps, empty but peaceful for the first time in years. “Thank you, daughter,” she whispers. “I hope you never need to give it back. But if you do—don’t be afraid.” I hold her, my body shaking with the force of what I’ve taken on. The pack stares in awe, some in fear. The air is lighter, the ground steady beneath us, the sky suddenly very, very blue. As twilight falls, I send out a silent call, magic pulsing through the forest. At midnight, the witches come—three, cloaked and sharp-eyed, their steps soundless on the leaf mold. The eldest, her hair silver, examines Fyre wi

Her words echoed in my mind, each one twisting deeper into my heart. She’s right.I thought of all the times I could have left, all the chances I had to walk away, but I was too selfish, too caught up in her beauty, in the life we could have had. I didn’t listen. And now, Seraphina is dead. Elysia’s hands trembled as she raised them, a dark aura swirling around her fingers. I felt my wolf stir, but before I could do anything, the magic hit me like a wall, knocking me to my knees.“No...” I gasped, trying to shift, to let my wolf take over, but the spell was too strong.

“Soon, our Intermediary came to fetch us; he told us we were all needed to put out the fire which was getting out of control.” When Roark mentions the Intermediary, there are some growls and thumping of feet. The Intermediaries are the lower magical beings–witches and wizards who have extremely limited magical abilities. Werewolves are not allowed to interact directly with the higher witches and wizards, such as the Venusian Witches. We are only allowed to talk to the Intermediaries, who then convey our requests to their higher-ups. And that’s why the fact that I’m sheltering Princess Avalea is so enormously dangerous. I’m breaking the most rigid rule, just like Connor did. But Connor didn’t

I mean, even if I were, I would probably reject him, or he would reject me. Witches and Wolves do not mix; we are convenient allies when we both share a common goal. We are not friends, and we certainly are not lovers. I am from a long line of witches here in Chelan; my family is what you call witch royalty. The family line dates to the 18th century. Xavier is next in line to be Alpha of the Tukwila Pack. The strongest pack in the state of Washington. He will need a strong queen to serve at his side, but I do not plan to be me.

Destiny works in strange ways, the witches and the wolves have been enemies for a long time, neither cross each other's boundaries and it is highly forbidden to ever mate with each other. Over the years, witches have been mated to wolves, but once the council finds out, they cast a spell to sever the bond immediately. The spell works, but the victim's life changes completely and he or she becomes an outcast, the spell also weakens his or her original powers causing such a person to become weak.

He spike. Xavier felt the hairs on his arm stand on end as he felt a growl leave his lips. He saw red at the mention of his mate. “What do you want with her?” He yelled He watched as the figure stilled. “Well isn't that interesting it seems as though I have hit a nerve there, Alpha. Has she managed to get into your head and seduce You? You should know that we witches have a skill for that. We are very good at manipulation. I would know. She has done it to me multiple times” and that was enough to set Xavier off and he felt himself letting go of the little restraints that he had on himself.

What I mean is, you might be good with fire and moving things with your mind. But there are people out there who are immune to your witchery. They have had spells cast on them to prevent any sort of witchery affecting them. Jax was a dangerous man, a rogue at that who's to say he didn't have such immunity? 'Do you understand what I'm trying to say, Tamara?' The Alpha asked. 'No, I'm sorry I don't. ' I replied kindly. 'Had Jax smelt you before you had seen him, trust me things would have been very different. Your gift to cloak your scent helped you. ' I didn't want to imagine being ambushed by that dead man.

Author's POV. Phoebe couldn't believe her eyes, she was still uncertain if she was in a nightmare or if this was a stark reality. She looked nervously around the house making sure that she was in Xavier's house. Realization dawned on her and it caused tears to come out of her eyes. She quickly looked fearfully away from Mark and her gaze landed on Matilda who had this cynical smile on her lips. It was cryptic and scary. She also recognized her as the woman who helped Sasha in draining her blood. The pieces were all coming together. This woman was a witch and drained her blood which could help in making a person immortal then she used her blood to resurrect Mark.

she squeaks at the end. A witch? Another fucking witch? “What's the witch’s name?” Rich snarls at her. When she doesn’t immediately answer, Xander extends his claws into her neck, making her yelp. “Maeve. Maeve Cross.” “Did you know?” Rich snarls at her. “Did you know that she could feel it when we were intimate?”