Is The Witch And The Beast, Vol. 2 Worth Reading?

When Anastasia, a lower level green witch, finally flees from a vengeful wolf pack, she finds herself soul-bond to the very thing she hates, a Lycan. Not only is he a Lycan, but he’s none other than Dominiko, the Lycan King himself! She thought struggling to accept him was the worst of her worries until she is faced with a catch 22. She must overcome her prejudice, embrace her power, and choose between the witches and Lycans, all while a war threatens to tear both worlds apart. Could she really go against her own people? Or will the Lycan kings hope for peace work?

Because I saved my husband during a car accident, I lost my eyesight. He wept, promising to treat me well for the rest of our lives to repay my sacrifice. I cooperated with the treatment wholeheartedly, hoping for a full recovery. But on the day I finally regained my sight, I stumbled upon something that shattered my world. In our marital home, his first love lay beneath him, her flushed face betraying the passion of the moment. Their bodies intertwined, and the air around them thick with stifled moans—a vivid tableau of infidelity. "She's just a blind woman. Why haven't you divorced her yet?" the woman murmured impatiently, her voice laced with disdain as she moved against him. My husband, immersed in pleasure, still mumbled an excuse. "My love, just a little longer. Soon, we'll be together openly…" I turned and left without a word, pretending I had seen nothing. As I walked away, I remembered the witch's sacrificial ritual in the misty forest—only a few days away. My husband's betrayal cut deep, carving wounds I couldn't ignore. I made up my mind to return to the forest, to embrace my identity as a witch once more, and to sever all ties with him. Yet, after I disappeared, word reached me that he was searching for me everywhere like a madman. Rumor had it he had completely lost his mind.

Princess Avalea, a Venusian Witch and the heir to the throne of the magical kingdom of Altair, finds herself on the run after witnessing the assassination of her father, the King. Helpless and hurt, she is forced to seek refuge with Aldrich, a Werewolf, a Cursed One. While Venusian Witches are the highest, the purest amongst all magical beings in Altair, the Werewolves, also known as the Cursed Ones are the lowliest, the crassest, the crudest. They're savages who have gained entry into Altair by deceitful means. Or at least, that's what Princess Avalea has been led to believe. With assassins after her own life and a traitor to weed out, the only person Princess Avalea can trust, ironically, is Aldrich the Werewolf. As he nurses her back to health, her prejudices begin to dissolve, and a bond develops between the savagely handsome werewolf and the pure, ethereally beautiful witch princess. But Aldrich has secrets. Deep, dark secrets that can shatter Avalea's heart and leave it broken beyond repair.

For centuries, the bloodlines of witches and werewolves have been shackled by a curse born of jealousy and vengeance. Shiloh, a hybrid enchantress scorned by Prince Kane, condemned their descendants: no witch and wolf of their line could ever fulfill their love. Every attempt would bring death to themselves or to those they held most dear. Generation after generation, Amindas and Kians have loved in secret, longed in silence, and died without ever uniting. Now, the last of their line faces the same cruel fate. Kian, heir to the Alpha throne, is strong, noble, and bound by duty—but none of it can temper the fire he feels for Aminda, the Witch Supreme. Aminda, brave and resolute, carries the weight of centuries on her shoulders, knowing that every stolen moment with Kian risks bloodshed, heartbreak, and doom. Their love is undeniable, but it is also forbidden, haunted by the lives of every ancestor who perished longing for the same impossible union. And yet, enemies lurk, plotting to ensure the curse endures. Alister and Fiorella manipulate shadows and bloodlines, intent on driving the lovers apart, while the curse itself tightens like a noose around their hearts. Centuries of sorrow whisper in every glance, every touch. Will Aminda and Kian finally break the cycle—or will they, too, be condemned to a lifetime of longing, separated by the distance that has doomed their ancestors?

They say the wolf witches are extinct. They’re wrong. She is the last of her kind—bound to the world as a ghost after her coven was slaughtered and her power buried with their bones. Neither alive nor fully dead, she haunts the edge of the packs’ territory, feeding on moonlight, rage, and unfinished vengeance. She was meant to fade into legend. Then she meets him. A ruthless Alpha cursed by blood and fate, feared by his enemies and obeyed by his pack. He should not be able to see her. He should not be able to touch her. Yet his presence drags her spirit closer to flesh, awakening a bond that was forbidden even when she was alive. He needs her magic to survive. She needs his body to return. Each night, the line between ghost and woman thins. Desire turns violent. Power turns addictive. And the bond between them threatens to resurrect an ancient war—one the world tried to erase by killing every wolf witch that ever existed. Because if she fully returns, she won’t just save him. She’ll reclaim her power. And the packs will bleed for what they did. She is the last wolf witch. And loving her has always been a death sentence.

Thirty-year-old Alice died from an accident and reborn as the twenty-five-year-old illegitimate daughter of a count with the same name. Mistreated, betrayed and killed by her younger half-sister and fiancé; the crown prince. Now in a new and younger body, Alice will do anything for revenge especially with her new profound power and friends. She will destroy all those who wronged her and become The Red Witch.