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Seven Witches

Seven Sins System

[Warning: Smut content, Tentacled MC, Monster Girls, MILF, Mature, R18, Harem, No NTR, No Rape] "I only accept an equivalent trade. A wish for a wish. Body or soul, which one will you give me?" It was the same offer every time a mortal summoned him, the crown prince of the shadow realm and the lord of wrath, Azrael Shadowraven de Nightfall. The demons bowed their heads to him. All creatures, mortals, and even angels feared him. However, everything changed after he was sent for a secret mission in the mortal realm to expand his seven sins power. Hiding his identity among the mortals, the vampires were attracted by his royal blood. The mortals were either jealous or admired his abilities. The angels were curious about him. The demons wanted to kill him and take over his power. Little did he know, he had another hidden power sealed inside of him. Something terrifying that could turn him either into the ruler of the three realms or an evil that could destroy all beings. -------------- *Most of my story has a big harem, I'm not interested in writing a small harem with only two or three girls. The MC doesn't treat his woman as a sex object. Non-consensual relationship also not my thing. Tags: Mature Content , R-18 , Smut , Incest, Comedy , Tentacles, Monster Girls , Yandere , Succubus , Magic , Demons , Angels , Hybrid , Hiding Identity, Goddess , Devil , Battle Academy , Beasts , Action , Mystery , Overpowered , Strong to Stronger , Harem , System , Servants , Handsome Male Lead , Smart Male Lead and a little bit of Slice of Life. -------------- Other works: *The Incubus System *Dragon King's Harem *Dark Moon: Rise of The Dark King *Demon Lord's Succubus (Completed) -------------- Cover by commission from Deviantart My Discord: https://discord.gg/mSRHyMVhnG
Nanakawaichan · 1.8M Views

Seven wishes

How far should we go to meet other people's expectations? How important is it to fit in with what others expect? Completely awkward and clumsy, Zahara never felt part of anything. She didn't feel part of her community, her species, she felt she didn't fit in anywhere simply because of who she was. Accompanied by a constant feeling of inadequacy, Zahara Grant tries to please everyone around her, even though she has failed miserably for almost 217 years. She has no friends and is a laughing stock and a disgrace to her father, her only family. Daughter of the powerful Ifrit, one of the best"known jinns among mortals and immortals alike, the little young genie of the lamp doesn't know how to handle her own power and has therefore always been the target of jokes and scorn. Although she always received love and affection from her father, she was never proud of herself and never felt that anyone was proud of her. Tired of being branded the disgrace of her people and frightened at the prospect of spending eternity trapped in her lamp, alone and lost in the world, Zara decided it was time to learn. With this in mind, leaving her own world behind, Zahara Grant decides to spend some time among humans and learn by rote how to control her own magic, convinced that she will only return home when she has fulfilled at least seven perfect wishes. But everything she imagined was nowhere near what this journey would bring her. Magic, fun, some confusion, a little romance and a lot of laughter, follow the journey of the most clumsy genius who ever lived!
Hellen_Heveny · 1.6K Views

The Witch’s Vow

The night Elira was born, the sky wept with a storm so fierce it drowned the village’s crops and sent the river surging through the streets. The elders whispered that it was an omen—a cursed child had entered the world. Her mother, Lirien, barely survived the birth. She had screamed through the labor, clutching the straw bedding as if the pain itself was trying to steal her soul. When she finally held her newborn daughter, she gasped—not out of love, but fear. Elira’s eyes were too sharp, too knowing for a child who had only just entered the world. The midwife, an old woman with trembling hands, hesitated before cutting the umbilical cord. A chill passed through the room, the flickering oil lamp nearly snuffing out. The air felt… wrong. The village healer arrived soon after, summoned in desperation. She pressed her palm to the newborn’s tiny chest, feeling the thrum of something unnatural beneath her skin. “She is touched by the old magic,” the healer murmured. “A witch, from birth.” Lirien sobbed, clutching her baby to her chest. “No, please. My daughter is innocent.” The healer gave her a sorrowful look. “You must keep her hidden. If the village learns the truth, they will fear her.” And so, Elira grew up in the shadows. Her childhood was not one of warmth, but of caution. Her mother, though loving in her own way, kept her at arm’s length, afraid of what she might become. Her father, a bitter man worn down by poverty, looked at her as if she were the reason for all his misfortunes. But magic cannot be contained forever. At the age of five, Elira made a dead flower bloom in her hands. At seven, she whispered to the wind, and it answered. At ten, she healed a wound on her mother’s arm simply by touching it. Her family’s fear grew with each passing year. They did not see a daughter, a sister. They saw a curse. Then, when Elira was thirteen, something happened that changed everything. A boy from the village—one who had tormented her for years, throwing stones and calling her “witchspawn”—fell from a tree and broke his leg. The bone jutted through his skin, his screams echoing through the hills. Elira, acting on instinct, ran to him. She laid her hands on his leg, her power surging like a wave. The bone snapped back into place. The wound closed. He was healed. But instead of gratitude, there was terror. The boy’s mother shrieked. Villagers came running. They saw what she had done, what she was. “Witch,” they whispered. “Monster.” By nightfall, her family had packed their belongings and fled the village, leaving behind the only home they had ever known. They wandered from town to town, never staying in one place too long. Her parents blamed her for their misfortune, for their suffering. They cursed her magic, wished it had never been born within her. But when Elira turned eighteen, everything changed again. A wealthy businessman came to their town, looking for a wife. He was powerful, rich beyond imagination—a man who could lift them from poverty. And he wanted a woman who was pure, untouched, innocent. Elira’s parents saw an opportunity. “She is a blessing,” her mother told him, forcing a smile. “A gift from the heavens.” Elira said nothing. She had learned long ago that the world would never see her for what she truly was. And so, she was given away to a man who believed he had married a saint—when in truth, he had married a witch.
Ashe_world · 5.2K Views
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