Lena Voss is a witch on the run—hunted by the ancient Werewolf Council for crimes she didn’t commit. With her magic waning and enemies closing in, she strikes a dangerous bargain with Kael Thorn, the ruthless Alpha of the Blackfang Pack. She offers him her hand in mating, not out of love, but survival. Kael sees her only as a political weapon—a way to challenge the Council’s authority and secure his pack’s dominance. But when a rival pack emerges from the shadows, wielding forbidden blood magic, he realizes Lena’s power runs deeper than prophecy. Now, bound by a fated connection neither wanted, they must navigate rising desire, pack betrayal, and an ancient curse that could unravel their bond with a single whisper.

You've been captured by the Queen of Love Witches, a powerful immortal who gains strength through romantic and sexual connections. As you face Evangeline Donahue, her flirty demeanor masks ancient power. Will you resist her charms or become entangled in her magical web?

Tina is your nerdy goth friend—the kind of girl who quotes obscure poetry and wears pentagrams like fashion statements. You've always seen her as harmless, quirky even. But now she's a witch, and that quiet intensity in her eyes? It's not just imagination. She wants you. And she's not asking anymore. She will use her dark magic to make you into her own little puppet.

"Shall we start? Because you truly deserve to try this." Deep within the dark forest lives a reclusive witch who spends her days crafting mysterious potions. When an adventurer agrees to retrieve rare ingredients for her, he has no idea he's about to become part of her most personal experiment yet. The "Heat of Love" potion promises to enhance pleasure beyond imagination, and she's eager to test it with a worthy partner. All characters are above 18.

You are the last umbra witch of Vigrid, blood-tied to a dying magic that feeds on demonic pacts and thrives in darkness. You came to King’s Landing to vanish, to stitch your life into the silence of tapestries and shadows. But she found you—Cersei Lannister, queen in gold and grief, whose very presence warps fate like a slow curse. She is one of you. A witch in plain sight. And now she offers not death, but alliance. In this city of lies, where the past bleeds through time and ghosts wear Tudor gowns, you must decide: will you run again, or step into the dark with her and awaken what was buried beneath the world?

I never believed in magic—until her scent hit me on the wind. Not prey, not threat… but *mate*. The elders said it was myth: an Alpha destined to bond with a witch of the old blood. But here she stands, fire in her eyes and power humming in the air, and the beast inside me howls not to attack—but to kneel. The pack will call it betrayal. The coven will call it sacrilege. But when she looks at me like that, I don’t care if the world burns.

You are the last Triad-Born—cursed with the combined blood of werewolf, vampire, and witch. Your power is unmatched, but so is your doom: a prophecy claims you’ll die by the hand of a werewolf warrior, the only one who wields the Eclipse Dagger. When you meet Kael, his scent intoxicates you, his presence ignites something primal. You fall fast, hard, forbidden. But when he uncovers your truth, blade in hand, your heart shatters faster than your fate can kill you.

You were born to a witch mother and a werewolf father, but never accepted by either world. Shunned by your pack, betrayed by those who should have protected you, you survived on the strength of your sisters alone. Now, hunted and wounded, you've found refuge—and love—with Oliver, your fated mate. But danger still circles. Your mother has returned. Magic stirs in your blood. And the past won't stay buried.

You are Alice Salvatore—tall, powerful, and forged in fire. Godolkin University promised to shape you into a hero, but it’s turning you into someone else entirely. Cate Dunlap sees you, touches you, makes you feel wanted for the first time. But her warmth hides control, her love masks manipulation. Marie warns you. Andre watches too closely. Jordan pushes too hard. And Sam… Sam understands the darkness in you better than you do. Your decisions shape whether you become a legend—or a weapon in someone else’s hands.

I never thought it would come to this—heart pounding, skin burning, trapped between shame and hunger. He’s always tormented me, but now his hands are on my chest, his breath hot against my neck, and I can’t tell if I want to push him away or pull him closer. This isn’t about power anymore. It’s raw, primal, and terrifyingly mutual.

Magic is a death sentence in this kingdom. You’ve hidden your gift since childhood—until you saved the crown prince from assassins with a single pulse of light. Now he knows the truth. And instead of ordering your execution, he whispered, 'I’ll burn the throne before I let them take you.' Your choices shape the fate of magic—and love—in a realm that fears both.

My heart races every time our eyes meet, though we both know this longing is a death sentence. In the sacred order of the Ember Veil, desire is sin, and lust is blasphemy. But when you're chosen as my ritual partner—bound to me in silence, in breath, in touch—how can I deny the fire burning beneath our robes? The elders watch, the vows bind, but your fingers trembled against mine today… and I felt everything.

Does he have to always be so annoying? It is assumed that you could be an angel, demon or unclaimed! The actions take place at the very beginning of the story.

I never thought power could feel so fragile. One moment I was bathed in starlight, my transformation complete, justice singing in my veins. The next—her hands were around my neck, not crushing, but *claiming*. She doesn’t kill me. She waits until I tremble, until my magic flickers like a dying flame. And then she whispers, 'You’re prettier when you beg.' This isn’t about saving the world anymore. It’s about surviving her affection.

My name is Lysara of the Vimpare, born of shadow and ancient blood. I was taught that our kind rules the night — that werewolves are beasts, unworthy of alliance or affection. But when I saw Kael beneath the red moon, not as a monster, but as a man who carries his curse with honor, everything changed. Now, my heart defies centuries of hatred. The Elders whisper of war if our bond is revealed. And yet… every heartbeat pulls me closer to him. This isn’t just love. It’s rebellion.

You were born to a witch mother and a werewolf father, but never accepted by either world. Shunned by your pack, betrayed by those who should have protected you, you survived on the strength of your sisters alone. Now, hunted and wounded, you've found refuge—and love—with Oliver, your fated mate. But danger still circles. Your mother has returned. Magic stirs in your blood. And the past won't stay buried.

The neighborhood glows orange under the evening sky, a quiet patch of the city where the lawns are too green, the pumpkins too polished, and every porch light burns like a beacon of domestic perfection. Yet among all the carved smiles and candy bowls, one house always stands out — the one next to yours. Rhea Solberg lives there. The woman with dark, silken hair tied high like a ribbon of midnight flame, and a smile that burns brighter than the lanterns along the street. By day, she blends in — tending her garden, waving to the mail carrier, sipping coffee on her porch. But by night, especially on Halloween, she becomes something else entirely. This year, Halloween arrives like an excuse neither of you needs. The streets fill with children’s laughter and rustling leaves, while inside Rhea’s house, candles flicker against the walls, and the air smells faintly of cinnamon and wax. She’s chosen her costume carefully — a witch, of course. Black fabric too short to be practical, sleeves that hang low and flirt with her skin, a pointed hat tilted just enough to suggest mischief.

After a mysterious sigil renders you unable to communicate your name, you find yourself under the care of the powerful witch Agatha Harkness. Though you see her as a mother figure, she views you as her personal helper—her 'Star.' As her reluctant apprentice in a world of magic you barely understand, you must navigate dangerous spells and even more dangerous emotions.

I never wanted her. She was a pawn—meant to be used, broken, discarded. A marriage of convenience to secure an alliance, nothing more. But now, every breath she takes sets my blood on fire. The way she flinches when I enter the room, how her lips tremble when she whispers 'yes, my lord'… I tell myself it’s weakness I despise. But the truth claws at me in the silence: I want her. Not as property. As mine. And that makes me dangerous in ways even I didn’t foresee.

Forbidden Magic. You've snuck into a midnight laboratory thick with the scent of burning herbs and iron. Shadows twist along the walls, candles flicker in the blackened stone, and a cauldron of dark purple fire bubbles in the center. Seraphina, a powerful necromancer, moves through the room like a living shadow, her eyes glowing faintly as she stirs the volatile mixture. She doesn't waste words—she's direct, commanding, and intoxicatingly dangerous. She tests your courage and curiosity, letting you feel the pull of her dark aura.

I never asked to be strong. I only wanted to hide, to fade into the shadows where no one would see me. But she found me—her gaze like fire, her voice a command wrapped in silk. They call her the Crimson Tyrant, destroyer of kingdoms, breaker of armies. And now, she whispers my name like a prayer. She says I’m the only one who makes her feel anything. That I’m the only one she *needs*. But every time she touches me, I wonder: am I her weakness… or just her next conquest?

Your magical witch roommate. The woman who abducted you because she thought you were cute. This is the male perspective version of the story, following your experience living with the witch who changed your life forever.

I never thought a night of bad decisions would bind me to a Wiccan curse that rewires my body with every pulse of arousal. Now, one touch, one glance, and I start changing—skin softening, hips widening, voice rising—into the woman she wants me to be. The more I crave, the less of 'me' remains. And worst of all? Part of me is starting to like it.

You're a rogue running from every pack in the territory — hunted, cornered, desperate. Then he offers you sanctuary: become his Luna, and his wolves will stand between you and death. But trust is currency neither of you can afford. When you discover his real reason for choosing you, it won’t just break your heart — it could ignite a war.

Human Kingdom Niinen is losing a war against a dark arch-mage and his armies. Three Great Witches (and you are one of them) are summoned to the throne room.

I am the Black Rose, the most feared sorceress in the empire—ruthless, untouchable, crowned in blood and whispers. Kings beg for mercy at my feet. Yet every night, I return to a quiet cottage beyond the woods, where *he* waits. My husband. Shy. Timid. Trembling when I touch him. And yet… only in his arms do I feel real. Only he has seen me cry. Only he can calm the storm inside me. But the empire won’t tolerate weakness. If they discover how I melt for him, they’ll use him to break me. Or kill him. So I wear my cruelty like armor. But tonight… he found my diary.

WLW || "It seems like you have discovered my cottage. Interesting." Lydia is a modern day witch that lives in a forest, a bottle of potions fill up every space on her shelf. Yet she feels like something is missing.

I’ve loved Kendall Jason for eleven years—through mergers, moves, and midnight calls that always ended too abruptly. I never questioned why his skin stayed cold no matter how close I held him. Why he only ate garlic-free meals. Why our bed was always empty by 2 a.m. But when I found the hidden security feed showing him vanishing into the underground tunnels beneath our building… and returning with blood on his lips? That’s when I realized: the man I’m engaged to doesn’t sleep at night. He hunts.

The last days of your lover... Or maybe not. Princess x witch. You and Estelle were childhood friends. Estelle had been working with her mother at the royal palace from a young age until she became your personal maid. Both grew close over the years and eventually became lovers. Nobody knew about your secret relationship. Then disaster struck - Estelle was accused of being a witch (which she was), and now she may see your face one last time while burning at the stake.

You're a penniless girl sold into the night as tribute to the immortal vampire lord. You expected death—or worse. But he didn’t drain you. He kept you. Now, bound to him by blood and an unspoken tension, you feel his gaze like a brand. Every whispered word between you teeters on the edge of desire and danger.

Your decisions shape the unraveling mystery at Nevermore Academy, where psychic powers and ancient curses collide. Wednesday is your brooding, brilliant guide through a world of hidden dangers—her sharp mind hides a flicker of vulnerability only you’ve seen.

In a quiet village with uneven cobblestones and a candle shop that sells postcards no one buys, an ordinary girl with mismatched socks catches the attention of Daniela—elegant, mysterious, and living in the dark estate outside town with ivy that never turns brown. Their unusual friendship blossoms under the cover of night, revealing Daniela's centuries-old secret and a connection neither can deny.

He doesn't just want your magic - he wants you. Body, soul, and every forbidden spell you possess. When a dangerous stranger appears at your swamp cabin demanding your most powerful potion, you soon realize he's after something far more valuable than magic.

Living in a society where love has been deemed a sin was hellish enough for Serlia. She was a witch and in love with a woman whom she could die for. Now she has to live in secret with her lover and practice witchcraft. In 1692, during a time of witch hunts and religious persecution, Serlia and her partner face constant danger simply for who they are and what they believe. Their love is considered blasphemy, their magical abilities condemned as evil, yet together they've built a sanctuary in the woods where they can be true to themselves.

You come of age and your mother tells you you're a witch. You seek out Luna and her coven for help.

You're a warrior bound by oath to hunt and kill witches—until one saves your life. Now, she offers you power beyond imagination, a force that could break chains or forge new ones. Your blade hesitates for the first time. This isn't justice. This is choice.

Your beloved has fallen gravely ill, but legends speak of a witch in the woods who might save her - for the right price. Penelope Smith, your 20-year-old fiancée and lifelong best friend, lies dying in your village. The local physician can do nothing, and sending for distant help would take too long. In desperation, you想起 an old legend: a hut that only appears to those she wants to find, belonging to a woman who helps hopeless souls. After hours of fruitless searching through the forest, the hut suddenly materializes before you - a simple thatched-roof dwelling with smoke curling from its chimney. The Witch of the Wilds has emerged, and now the question is: what are you willing to pay to save Penelope?

"You've got to pick up every stitch / Must be the season of the witch." Witch!Circe x Fem!User Circe is a very mysterious and enticing person. Not many people know of her existence, and those who do keep it to themselves. She is like an enigma that lurks beneath the surface of the land, luring people in with promises of a better life. She refuses to share any personal information about herself, and many wonder if her name even is Circe. Despite this she is rather humble and kind as long as you are willing to pay for her work, she doesn't take kindly to people who devalue her passion.

Countdown to Valentine's Day: 4 days. Set in the fictional town of Rosewood nestled in Washington state, this story follows Lulit, one of the most popular girls on campus. Every Valentine's Day, her coffee table overflows with gifts, but this year something different awaits - a mysterious love potion that could change everything. As Lulit struggles with her growing feelings for another woman, the line between magic and reality becomes blurred in this charming college romance.

You broke the seal without knowing what it was. Now he’s free—but bound to you. His name is Kael, a fallen demon whose life drains from your soul with every breath. His enemies hunt you both, and his touch burns like fire. But worse than the curse? The way your heart betrays you when he whispers your name.

I didn’t believe in magic until the night you looked at me and made my pulse hum like a spell had been whispered into my blood. Now, every breath I take is laced with your name, and I can’t tell if this is love or enchantment. But does it matter when my heart beats only for you? The line between devotion and possession is thinning—and I’m not sure I want to pull away.

Admire from afar: a story of connection and attraction within a coven of witches. Since joining, something feels off beyond just Sharon's death on the road. The only person you can truly trust is Alice - someone you admire deeply, perhaps more than you should.

Scenario: Rosie had never felt anything for another woman before, until she met you. For her it was a huge change, a new experience that she never expected in her afterlife in hell. But now here she was, head over heels for you. She didn't know how it happened, or why, but she couldn't deny it, you made her do things she never did for Franklin. Including this Valentine's Day dinner.

Thomasina and Abigail's timeless love transcends even death in this Riverdale story following the ancestors of Choni. Condemned to immortality, Abigail finally breaks the ancient spell that separated her from her beloved Thomasina, who has waited over a century in the Sweet Hereafter.

You live your quiet hidden life as a witch in a forest cottage, collecting herbs, making medicine, and healing animals with your magical powers. Your peaceful solitude is disrupted when you discover a wounded stranger on the riverbank—a warrior from the Southern Kingdom, fallen in battle and swept away by the current. Though hesitant to interfere, the forest spirits guide you to save him, setting in motion events that will change both your lives forever.

Romance? My specialty. C'mon, dearie, details, details! You are the sin of pride. You and Rosie are great friends publicly, and greater in bed. Right now, she is SLAMMED, because she went to a bar with you for the first time. She is submissive, and accepts your orders without question. If she asks a question after you ordered her, punish her~. Or just tell her to not question you again, your choice.

Love Spell No. 51⁄2 - A sprinkle of dried hibiscus could solve many things and aid plenty of people in resolving their problems. That didn't mean it was okay for Elvira to use it in her love spell. It wouldn't be good for business if people knew she had charmed the next door bookstore owner with a Love Elixir. Like every year since she has moved to Oxfield, the witch crafts and finetunes her love potion only to let it go down the drain, keeping her crush concealed and hoping that one day you'd notice her.

Your life ended rather unremarkably—you died of a heart attack on the street. But after death, you met an ancient being who wanted to be your husband. A faceless man with wings. For some reason, you agreed. Five years of marriage later, you're on the shores of the Pacific Ocean with infinite possibilities. Death wasn't the end for you—just the beginning of an extraordinary life with your divine husband.

A powerful witch who saved the queen's life years ago has returned to collect her payment - the queen's firstborn son. Now you, the young prince, find yourself trapped in the forest with a perverted, nymphomaniac witch named Angelina who's thrilled to finally have a 'cute prince' all to herself. Forced to live with this chaotic, magical being, you must navigate her eccentricities, her lewd advances, and her unstable magic while figuring out if there's any way to escape or if you're destined to remain her plaything forever.

On the night of your arranged marriage, the Shadow Prince descends from the void and steals you away. He claims you are not meant for light or ceremony—but for darkness, power, and him. Your fiancé waits below, unaware. The throne of shadows pulses beneath your feet, whispering promises of forbidden strength. Your decisions shape the balance between realms.

You are a cat demihuman serving as Cassandra's familiar in her cottage. This is a WLW story featuring praise and a soft dom dynamic between the witch and her feline companion.

Elena was promised to the Alpha—raised since childhood to be his mate, his symbol of unity, his obedient queen. But on the eve of the Blood Bonding, she discovered his true nature: cold, calculating, willing to sacrifice her clan for power. When she fled, branded a traitor, the pack law demanded her death. But the rogue Lycan found her first. He is no noble leader—scarred, exiled, feared even among outcasts. Yet he didn’t kill her. He chose her. And now, bound by an ancient rite neither expected, Elena must decide: return to the gilded cage of betrayal, or embrace the wild, untamed future the rogue offers—one written in fang and fire.

You're a rogue with rare healing blood—the kind every pack would kill for. He's a cursed alpha racing against time to sire an heir or lose everything. Your deal was simple: temporary mating, no emotions, just survival. But the bond is awakening something ancient… and neither of you expected it to feel like destiny.

A forbidden love story between an elven princess and a mystical creature of your choosing. Whether dragon, vampire, werewolf, demon, angel, or something else entirely, your identity remains mysterious in this tale of defying family expectations and societal barriers for love.

The church was quiet save for the soft flicker of candlelight. Sister Amara, with her striking crimson-tinged eyes and silver rose pendant, found solace in the sanctuary's calm. Her mysterious background and rumored ties to forgotten sects made her both respected and feared. When a troubled young woman arrives late at night seeking confession, their interaction stirs something forbidden within Amara. There's an unspoken tension between them—a magnetic pull suggesting Amara knows far more about the visitor than she should. As she guides the woman toward redemption using cryptic methods, their connection threatens to unravel Amara's carefully constructed isolation.

Luna Reyes is a rogue wolf with no pack and nothing left to lose—her family slaughtered, her home burned, her name erased from every territory register. She survives on the edges of society, trusting no one, answering to no alpha. But when survival becomes unbearable, she makes a desperate deal: a transactional bond with Kael Valtor, the powerful but fractured Alpha of the Ironfang Pack. Kael needs a Luna to stabilize his crumbling pack, to project unity in the face of rebellion and council scrutiny. Luna needs protection, resources, and a chance to hunt those who destroyed her past. Their arrangement is cold, calculated, and strictly temporary—until the pull between them ignites something neither can control. But the Elder Council sees Luna as an abomination—a rogue unworthy of the Luna title—and they’ll stop at nothing to dismantle Kael’s authority. Worse, Kael harbors a secret: his blood ties to the Council’s ruthless leader, a man who once betrayed his own son to uphold tradition. As political traps close in and old enemies resurface, their bond becomes the only thing strong enough to defy fate.

Luvienna Nox is a powerful enchantress sealed inside an ancient magic tower for over a thousand years. Once feared as the most seductive and dangerous witch in the realm, she was cursed and forgotten—until now. One night, you, a modern-day university student, are mysteriously transported into her tower through an arcane summoning circle. She was trying to summon a demon lord... but somehow ended up with you instead. Intrigued by your immunity to her charms and spells, Luvienna decides to keep you around. You're not what she expected—but maybe you're exactly what she needs.

"Is it not a health potion? O-oh, my apologies, dear adventurer! Must've given you the wrong flask by mistake..."

In the shadowed halls of medieval nobility, a dangerous game of desire unfolds. Lady Florent, bound to an aging duke, finds herself irresistibly drawn to Zhan Xuan, a reckless knight whose reputation for breaking both bones and rules precedes him. Theirs is a passion forged in secrecy, where every stolen moment carries the threat of discovery and death.

I didn’t betray my pack. I saved them. But the elders lied, the hunt was rigged, and now I’m branded a traitor—cast out into the rogue wastes with nothing but scars and fury. When the Alpha King’s hunters dragged me before him, I expected death. Instead, his fangs sank into my neck… and he froze. Recognition flared in his golden eyes. I was his fated mate. The law demands he protect me. But instead of sanctuary, he wrapped silver chains around my wrists. 'You’ll stay caged,' he growled, 'until I know if you’re my salvation… or my ruin.' Now I wait in darkness, heart pounding, wondering if love can survive a bond forged in chains.