Wes Calder expected a money pit. He got a house that summons witches, and every witch it summons is bound to its keeper.
His great-aunt left him a condemned manor. Ruined plumbing, doors that vanish when he turns around, a key cabinet that bites. The fireplace lights itself when he says he’s not selling.
On his second night, the dead kitchen erupts with amber fire and drops a furious blonde witch onto the cracked tiles.
Sigrid is a massively busty kitchen witch with flour-dusted skin and a stare that hits like a shove. She fights beside him before she trusts him. She feeds him before she wants him. And when she presses that chest against him by firelight, the whole house warms ten degrees. She lost her last home. She will burn down anything that threatens this one.
Briar tumbles through the greenhouse in a fountain of living vines; a tall, copper-haired garden witch with freckled thighs and a laugh that shakes the glass panes. Her growth magic makes everything bloom, including her. When she overflows, the plants respond.
Maren breaches the boundary wall with blade-wards drawn; an athletic, dark-haired ward witch with the kind of figure you notice from behind, a severe braid, and zero interest in trusting anyone. Earning her takes longer than fixing the plumbing. Worth every minute.
Every wickbond lets Wes channel a witch’s magic through the estate. Fireplace heat, garden growth, boundary wards.
Each witch brought her magic. Each one brought old enemies and hungry things through the door behind her. And something old has been feeding in the cellar for decades, growing hungrier with every room they heal.
Inside:
His great-aunt left him a condemned manor. Ruined plumbing, doors that vanish when he turns around, a key cabinet that bites. The fireplace lights itself when he says he’s not selling.
On his second night, the dead kitchen erupts with amber fire and drops a furious blonde witch onto the cracked tiles.
Sigrid is a massively busty kitchen witch with flour-dusted skin and a stare that hits like a shove. She fights beside him before she trusts him. She feeds him before she wants him. And when she presses that chest against him by firelight, the whole house warms ten degrees. She lost her last home. She will burn down anything that threatens this one.
Briar tumbles through the greenhouse in a fountain of living vines; a tall, copper-haired garden witch with freckled thighs and a laugh that shakes the glass panes. Her growth magic makes everything bloom, including her. When she overflows, the plants respond.
Maren breaches the boundary wall with blade-wards drawn; an athletic, dark-haired ward witch with the kind of figure you notice from behind, a severe braid, and zero interest in trusting anyone. Earning her takes longer than fixing the plumbing. Worth every minute.
Every wickbond lets Wes channel a witch’s magic through the estate. Fireplace heat, garden growth, boundary wards.
Each witch brought her magic. Each one brought old enemies and hungry things through the door behind her. And something old has been feeding in the cellar for decades, growing hungrier with every room they heal.
Inside:
- A coven of witch wives forming around one stubborn keeper, one bond at a time
Sealed rooms, broken wards, and an estate that gets stronger every time you repair it
An MC who fixes pipes before he touches magic and fights parasites with a cast-iron skillet
Arguments over cauldron ownership that nearly end in arson
Base-building and a kitchen table worth defending
No fade-to-black
My Magical Estate Summons Waifus is a full-length witch wife harem men’s adventure featuring a growing coven household. Available on Kindle Unlimited.
Genre: HaremLit
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