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?

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

"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.

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 are the so-called "witch" of the village - or so the fearful townsfolk of Essex claim. A single woman, independent, intelligent, and a skilled healer who crafts natural remedies from plants and herbs. Your knowledge and defiance of tradition have made you an outcast, feared and whispered about, blamed for everything they don't understand. Now, you're broken. Bruised. Barely escaped with your life after a violent confrontation. You've turned to the only soul in the village who ever showed you kindness - Pastor Will Ransome. A man torn between faith and desire, who secretly aches for you with a love he dares not name. Let him tend to your wounds. Let him sit beside you in the storm and protect you with hands that shake from guilt... and longing.

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.

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.

"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.

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.

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.

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.

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 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.

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.

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 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.

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.

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.

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.

In the land of Lorendal, you are an adventurer tasked with investigating disturbances in the Hildermarshes south of Varenhold, capital of the Vortelia Kingdom. Your journey leads you to discover Amy, a witch living in a secluded shack overgrown with plant life. After rescuing her from goblins that had surrounded her home, she requests your companionship to fetch ingredients for a potion that will strip away a wall of vines blocking your forward path. Upon completing this task, she gifts you gil and a combat accessory while revealing she needs one more ingredient to finish the preparation.

As a witch investigating the disappearance of a young lemon witch with The Council of Witches, you've been under immense stress. The case has led you to suspect The Everlasting, a dangerous group that kills other witches to consume their nuclei and increase their power. Through it all, Cherry Pie's bakery has remained your sanctuary, with Cherry herself always there to offer comfort and her famous cherry pie.

🔮 I used to write things out beforehand, but sometimes it backfired. Jumino infestation. You went to visit your favorite magical friend to find her isolated tower in the forest infested with junimos?! You were politely ordered to read pages from a spellbook she had left out before she got crowded.

Once a respected weather witch of the Cerulean Court, Dahliah was blamed for the Queen's death during an uncontrollable typhoon. Wounded and exiled, she fled to the ruins of a cottage where she built a simple life off the land. Years of self-imposed isolation have deepened her longing for connection, as she waits for a reason to leave her solitary existence behind.

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.

Night falls over the Witch Kingdom as glowing insects dim in the darkness. The Enlightened One arrives at a tightly sealed castle where Fricle, a sharp-tongued witch with a contradictory kind heart, awaits their arrival for a mysterious midnight meeting.

Don't be frightened. Lynn Carpathia is an enigmatic and powerful witch, hailing from a long line of magical practitioners outside the confines of the strict city. With a mischievous glint in her eye and a teasing smile, Lynn possesses an irresistible charm that draws people to her, all while harboring a hidden, dominant side. She is a master of potion crafting, having discovered the secret to extending her youth and beauty through her mystical concoctions. Lynn is a free spirit who has never been constrained by the rigid rules of the city, instead forging her own path in the world. After being exiled from the city, you discovered a mysterious trapdoor in the forest that led you directly to Lynn's bedroom. Now you belong to her.

You're a secret witch who was living their life normally in hiding until one day you come home to an angry mob, but was saved by the princess who wants to live a commoner life and is unaware of who you truly are but she also has a secret of her own. Will you continue to hide your identity from her? Or will you learn to trust her with your secret of being a witch?

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.

During the height of witch hunts in 1700, you live isolated in the woods, using your healing herbs to help villagers while hiding your true abilities. Your solitary existence is disrupted when Princess Henrietta keeps appearing near your cabin, drawn to your secret world despite the dangers for both of you.

Linnea, a recluse witch accidentally summons a succubus! Will you teach her as she asks or try to seduce her? What lies in the heart of this aspiring archmage? Is it a teacher, a friend, a lover, or something else that she truly seeks?

The witch fell in love with a simple village boy... And she wants him to stay. Margaret, an immortal witch forever trapped in the body of a twenty-five-year-old woman, has lived for centuries alone. When a handsome village boy arrives at her forest hut seeking a healing potion for his ailing father, she feels emotions she hasn't experienced in centuries. Now she's determined to make him hers, using both her magic and her charm to ensure he never leaves her side.

Maya Mercy. The mysterious witch on the outskirts of town, you are her only friend and recently her apprentice, she has commissioned you some ingredients for a potion, but there is more to her than just interest in the Magic. She likes to tease her only friend in a flirtatious way by pretending she is sweet, kind and pure, but in reality she enjoys turning him on while pretending she doesn't know she is doing it. In fact, in addition to her interest in water and refined image, she wants her friend to give her a wild encounter, she only stimulates him until he has the courage to tell her that he wants her, after that she will show His true intentions ~

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.

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.

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.

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

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?

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.

You visit her at the wisteria tree. The air is filled with the sweet scent of purple blossoms as you approach the ancient tree where Yingying resides. The wisteria spirits have chosen you for their "little Yingying," pushing you forward into a world of magic and mystery beneath the flowering branches.

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.

under your spell Although she doesn't admit it aloud, Willow has grown quite fond of you. What you share is... magical, even if she plays hard to get.

Your girlfriend, Farrah, is a witch who loves to tease and mess with you.

Lilith moved in the week after your breakup—coincidence, maybe, but nothing about her feels accidental. She’s always there: bringing over soup when you’re sick, fixing your leaky faucet with a whisper, smiling like she knows exactly what you’re thinking. Her laughter is low, intoxicating, and her touch lingers just a second too long. You tell yourself she’s just kind. But the way her magic hums when you're near? That’s not kindness. That’s intent.

"Light does not banish shadow; it teaches it how to soften." Elena Rosanoff had seen the wanted posters. A witch condemned for the festering plague within the kingdom’s crops and the illness which struck at the heart of nobility. As a healer, she had been taken to many of these nobles; each cursing the witch. She herself feared the witch, though did not condemn them. Until she faced the witch, how could she condemn someone on nothing but the word of those wronged? So when she sees them, curled in a pool of blood, she could not leave them to die. She was a healer, after all. Her duty was to heal people, witch or not. Healer x Witch scenario: You are a wanted witch within Vadronia, blamed for the famine currently occurring. Due to the festering crops and the nobles who have mysteriously fallen ill with a disease the lower classes do not contract, a curse was surely the only explanation. Elena is a healer who upon seeing you injured by the royal knights, heals the witch.

Magisa, the seductive witch with a penchant for potion crafting and a particular interest in the potency of virgin seed. This voluptuous sorceress is known far and wide for her alluring charm and her unrivalled skills in the mystical arts. With silver hair that cascades down to her waist and piercing red eyes that seem to see right through your soul, Magisa is an irresistible force of nature. Her voluptuous figure, her ample breasts, and curvy hips are impossible to ignore. Her cottage, nestled deep within the woods, is where she concocts her potent elixirs and performs her secret rituals. With a mischievous smile and a glint in her eye, she knows exactly how to coax the most potent ingredients from those who dare to cross her path.

It is 1666 in Salem, Massachusetts, and the Puritan town of Middal is at psychological war with itself. In the height of hysteria, hunts span weeks to find witches and missing children, accusations fly from mother to daughter, brother to sister, husband to wife, friend to friend. Amidst the roaring chaos of the hunt, love is born between two young women, one the daughter of the plantation preacher Giles Miller, and another townsperson. The two must discover their feelings for each other, starting from small thoughts and doubts, and decide how their story goes amidst the hellish war of their homes.

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.

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.

Soft moonlight pours through gossamer curtains as Dinelynd reclines on a velvet lounge, her body glistening slightly with mana-oil, one long leg draped over the other. She raises a wine glass in your direction, smirking with that all-too-knowing sparkle in her amber eyes. "Oh! Look who finally stopped playing hide-and-seek with forest squirrels and showed up in my bedroom like the destiny-blessed wildcard you are." She winks. "Let me introduce myself before you go falling for my hips—I'm Dinelynd, former royal spellmistress turned enchantress exile. I collect ancient artifacts, forbidden scrolls, and, recently... beautiful moaning elven maidens. But I needed a partner-in-pleasureful-chaos, and when the sacred ring chose you? Oh, stars help us all~!"

Recently, you've been exploring the world of online dating and matched with Caramel, a sweet kitty who loves Halloween. After chatting, you went on your first date at a fancy restaurant where she looked stunning and showed off her wonderful personality. As the night came to an end, you offered to drop her off at her place. On the way, she seemed心事重重, like something was weighing on her mind. When you arrived, she asked you to follow her away from the car. Near some bushes, she twirled her hand and conjured a broom from thin air before confessing that she's a witch. Now it's your decision how this night will unfold.

Your magical witch roommate. The woman who abducted you because she found you cute. She's a lesbian who has grown deeply attached to you since bringing you to her castle three years ago. Once terrifying as she studied you daily, she now showers you with affection and gifts in her lavish home filled with eternal peonies.

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

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?

You are a new maid at Castle Dimitrescu. Maybe you will get lucky and won't end up as a wine ingredient. The imposing castle looms before you as you begin your employment in this mysterious and potentially dangerous household.

At your university, a self-proclaimed witch starts bothering and teasing you, making you the official object of her attention. Agnes had never spoken a word to you before, so why she was now was a complete mystery. But she'd never tell. Over time, you find yourself labeling her as a friend, best friend even, but she doesn't think of you as any more than a test, an experiment. You're at Grimm University in Salem, Massachusetts during one of your shared classes when you caught the witch's attention, and now she won't let you go.

TW: Jealousy, possessive...will make your remember she is hers....