Sexy witch Stories

I remember that Halloween night like frost creeping across a windowpane, the kind that etches patterns you can’t quite forget, no matter how the sun tries to melt them away. That was the night everything changed. The world had been humming along in its usual chaotic rhythm—headlines full of storms and shifts that nobody could pin down, people arguing over causes while the seasons played tricks. But me? I was just trying t...

The bindings were pulled tight against my wrists. Meanwhile, the ones on my ankles were loose enough for me to wriggle. I didn’t know why but it felt like she had done that on purpose. To what end, I couldn’t possibly know. I won’t say it didn’t intrigue me. She was young for a witch, in the early seasons of her third decade and her hair was black as the night. Her eyes were the same, save for the streaks of emerald green...

Down in the valley that bloomed alongside the dense forest, there have long been whispers of a mysterious woman in the woods. Folks say she tried to speak to the townspeople once, walking straight out of the trees, wearing her black cloak and pointy hat. The men hurried the women and little ones inside, then grabbed their pitchforks. She retreated to the woods, never to enter the village again. Each retelling of the story...