Witch's Pet (BoyxBoy)

World Unknown

Tyler's head throbbed as he blinked his eyes open, the world around him spinning in a blur of colors and shapes. His instincts kicked in first—the sharp awareness of danger, the unfamiliar scent in the air. He bolted upright, his muscles tensing, ready for a fight. But as his vision cleared, confusion took over.
This wasn't the world he knew.
The sky above him shimmered with strange hues—lavender, gold, and deep indigo swirling together like an endless sunset. The ground beneath him wasn't earth but something softer, almost like moss but glowing faintly under his touch. Trees, twisted and ancient, stretched high above, their bark etched with glowing runes that pulsed in time with his heartbeat.
Where the hell am I?
Tyler's heart pounded in his chest as he scanned the area, trying to remember what had happened. The last thing he recalled was Stalis—his cold, mocking smile, the sharp pain as the fairy's magic overwhelmed him. Then darkness.
His blood ran cold as reality hit him. The Fae. He was in the Fae realm, an otherworldly place his kind spoke of only in warnings and legends. A place where the rules of nature didn't apply, where time twisted and bent, and where humans—and even werewolves—were nothing but pawns in the hands of its cruel inhabitants.
Tyler struggled to his feet, his senses on high alert, but the world around him felt wrong. His wolf, the part of him that was always there beneath the surface, was strangely quiet, subdued in this place. He tried to reach for it, to feel the familiar pull of power that came with shifting, but it was like grasping at smoke—slipping away before he could catch hold.
"Great," he muttered, frustration seeping into his voice. "Just great."
A soft, mocking laugh echoed from behind him, sending a shiver down his spine. He spun around, already knowing who it would be.
Stalis stood a few paces away, leaning casually against one of the glowing trees, his eyes gleaming with amusement. The fairy's wings shimmered with the same eerie light as everything else in this place, and his smirk made Tyler's skin crawl.
"Welcome to my world, wolf," Stalis purred, his voice as smooth as silk. "I hope the journey wasn't too unpleasant."
Tyler bared his teeth, his hands curling into fists. "What do you want from me?" His voice was low, dangerous, but inside he knew he was at a disadvantage. He was a stranger here, and Stalis had all the power.
Stalis' grin widened as he pushed away from the tree and took a slow step closer. "Oh, don't worry," he said, his tone dripping with malice. "I have plans for you."
Tyler felt his pulse quicken, but he forced himself to stay calm, to think. He couldn't let this fairy see his fear. Not here, not now.
Stalis tilted his head, watching Tyler like a predator sizing up its prey. "The Fae realm is full of wonders, wolf. I'd say you're in for an unforgettable experience." He paused, eyes glinting with dark delight. "But not all of them are pleasant."
Tyler's heart hammered in his chest as he braced himself for whatever was coming next. He wasn't going to go down without a fight. But in this strange, twisted world, he wasn't sure how much fight he had left.
"Trisitian is gonna come for me" Tyler whispered as he looked up at Stalis.
"Oh now, now little wolf, you think it will be that easy? When a fairy makes a deal, it is etched in stone, smeared in blood, locked into the universe. I'm sure your witch knew that though." He replied, his smile was cold, like he was playing with his food.
"He couldn't have.." Tyler started as he looked at the ground trying to keep his tears from falling.
"Oh pet, you don't think the son of a coven leader has been warned about the deals we make?" Stalis asked sarcastically. The tall, but beautiful figure approached Tyler and lifted his head with his long fingers.
"Dont be sad pet.." he started.
"You don't get to call me that!" Tyler spat. without thinking Tyler spit in Stalis' face.
The moment the spit landed on Stalis' face, time seemed to freeze. Tyler's heart skipped a beat as the air around them grew unnaturally still. Stalis blinked once, slowly, his face expressionless as he wiped the spit away with the back of his hand.
Then, in the blink of an eye, the fairy's calm shattered.
Stalis grabbed Tyler by the throat, his grip iron-tight as he slammed him against the nearest tree with a force that knocked the air from Tyler's lungs. The glowing runes on the tree flared violently, reacting to Stalis' fury, casting harsh light across his now twisted, rage-filled face.
"You insolent little worm!" Stalis hissed, his voice vibrating with barely contained rage. His beautiful features had contorted into something sharp and monstrous, his eyes glowing with a dangerous light. "Do you think you can disrespect me in my realm?"
Tyler gasped for breath, his hands instinctively clawing at Stalis' wrist, but the fairy's strength was inhuman. His grip tightened, cutting off Tyler's air, the world around him starting to blur.
"You filthy mutt," Stalis growled, his voice low and deadly. "You think your pathetic wolf pack or little witch boyfriend can save you here? You are nothing. No one comes for you in the realm of the Fae. No one dares to challenge me." His wings flared out behind him, their sharp edges glittering like deadly blades in the strange light.
Tyler's vision darkened at the edges, but he refused to show fear. His wolf was buried deep, caged in this place, but his spirit wasn't broken yet. He managed to force out a defiant glare, his chest heaving as he tried to breathe against the crushing pressure on his throat.
Stalis leaned in closer, his breath hot and filled with barely controlled fury. "You'll learn your place here," he hissed. "I could break you in an instant, wolf. Tear your soul apart and feed it to the shadows. But that would be too easy, wouldn't it?"
Tyler felt a cold chill snake through him at Stalis' words, but he held his ground, even as black spots danced in his vision.
"No," Stalis continued, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper, "I think I'll take my time with you. I'll make you beg for death, and when you finally break..." He smiled again, a cruel, twisted smile. "...I'll be the one to decide if you're worth saving."
With a final, vicious squeeze, Stalis released Tyler, letting him crumple to the ground in a coughing, gasping heap. Tyler clutched at his throat, choking on air as he tried to steady himself, his body trembling from the violent encounter.
Stalis stood over him, the fury in his eyes slowly fading back into cold amusement. "Remember your place, wolf," he sneered. "You're mine now. There's no escaping it."
Tyler coughed, his throat raw, but he forced himself to look up at Stalis, fire still burning in his chest despite the pain. He wasn't going to give this fairy the satisfaction of seeing him broken. Not yet.
Stalis narrowed his eyes, then turned on his heel, his wings folding behind him as he walked away, leaving Tyler on the glowing, mossy ground. "We'll see how long that defiance lasts," he called over his shoulder, his voice dripping with malice.
Tyler lay there, gasping for breath, his mind spinning as he tried to regain control. He didn't know how he'd survive this, but one thing was clear—Stalis wasn't just malicious; he was far more dangerous than Tyler had ever imagined. And now, Tyler was trapped in his world.
"I can be good to you Tyler, we don't have to be enemies, but I will not tolerate this behavior. It's not fair that you and that... that witch," He said in disgust "Get to have an unnatural bond while us fairies cant even mate with pathetic humans without being hunted like deer. We can be friends Tyler, I can give you everything you dreamed of. A home, all the food you can eat. No more being used as pawns in other peoples games, no more hiding behind your father, no more being tortured by your filthy pack of mutts who don't even care about you.
Stalis crochet down next to Tyler and brushed his cheek. Tyler started ahead, still rubbing his throat.
"How do you know all that?" Tyler asked quietly, refusing to look at Stalis.
Stalis stopped before his smile turned into embarrassment.
"I've been watching you for sometime Tyler...every tear you shed, every scream you screamed from the top of your lungs out of anger. I've been watching you for quite some time..always in the shadows. Waiting for the day that I could take you, save you. It was all ruined when that pathetic witch showed up and got to play hero." Stalis continued visibly angry at even mentioning Tristian. "And then he goes and bonds you together?" he asked, standing up and turning around, trying not to show his anger. He stopped talking and stared towards the off-colored sky. "Oh how quickly those bonds broke.." he said with a small chuckle.
Tyler felt a chill crawl up his spine as Stalis spoke. The idea that the fairy had been watching him for so long, lurking in the shadows, filled him with an unsettling dread. The way Stalis said "saving" him didn't feel like rescue—it felt like a trap, like chains disguised as promises.
He swallowed hard, his throat still sore from the earlier assault. His mind raced, trying to make sense of Stalis' words, of the deep resentment and obsession that seemed to seethe just beneath his calm surface.
"You think you can save me?" Tyler asked, his voice hoarse, but there was defiance in his eyes now. He finally looked at Stalis, no longer willing to cower. "By tearing me away from my world? By ripping me out of my life and dragging me into... this?" He gestured around at the twisted Fae realm, the unnatural beauty tainted by an undercurrent of danger.
Stalis' back remained turned, his body tense as he gazed at the strange sky. "Your world is broken, Tyler," he replied, his voice softer now but still simmering with anger. "You've spent your whole life being used. By your pack, by your family, by your so-called friends. Even by him." His voice dripped with venom at the mention of Tristian. "And yet, you defend them. Why? Why stay loyal to those who've done nothing but hurt you?"
Tyler clenched his jaw, the pain in his throat paling in comparison to the emotional weight of Stalis' words. Part of him wanted to argue, to tell Stalis he was wrong, that his pack did care about him, that Tristian hadn't used him. But another part of him—the part still stinging from all the betrayals and the loneliness—hesitated.
"I'm not yours to save," Tyler said after a long pause, his voice quiet but resolute. "Whatever you think you're offering me... it's not real. It's just another cage."
Stalis whirled around, eyes flashing with a mix of hurt and fury. "Not real?" he spat, stepping closer to Tyler, his wings flaring slightly. "What is real then, Tyler? That pack you cling to? That bond with your witch that's already fading? Look around!" He spread his arms wide, his voice rising with emotion. "This world, my world, is more real than anything you've ever known. I can give you freedom here, away from the wolves that despise you and the magic that binds you."
Tyler stared up at him, heart hammering in his chest. He could see the cracks forming in Stalis' carefully controlled demeanor. Beneath the malice, there was something desperate, something broken. The anger wasn't just rage—it was pain.
"You don't get it, do you?" Tyler said, his voice low but steady. "You talk about freedom, but you've been hiding in the shadows, obsessed with me, with whatever you think I am. That's not freedom, Stalis. That's being trapped in your own bitterness."
Stalis' face twisted, a flash of pure fury crossing his features as he stepped even closer, his presence overwhelming. Tyler could feel the heat of his breath, the sharp intensity of his gaze.
"Careful, wolf," Stalis growled, his voice laced with barely contained rage. "I've been merciful so far. But you're testing my patience."
Tyler didn't flinch. "I'm not afraid of you," he said, though his heart raced as he spoke the words. "You can take me away from my world, but you'll never control me. Not like that."
For a moment, Stalis stood there, trembling with fury, his fists clenched at his sides. The fairy's wings twitched, and his eyes burned with the dark fire of barely restrained violence. Tyler braced himself, expecting another outburst, but instead, Stalis took a step back, his expression hardening into something cold and unreadable.
"You'll learn, Tyler," he said softly, his voice like ice. "You'll learn that no one can save you from me—not your pack, not your witch, and not even yourself."
With that, Stalis turned on his heel, his wings folding neatly behind him as he strode away, disappearing into the shadows of the Fae realm, leaving Tyler alone in the strange, glowing landscape. But even as the fairy vanished, his presence lingered like a dark cloud over Tyler's heart.
Tyler sat there, rubbing his throat, the weight of everything pressing down on him. The chain around him glowed. Tyler sat on the soft grass trying to reach through the bond, not that he would even know how. Everytime he tried he only grew more upset as he got nothing in return.
"Tristian... Where are you?" he spoke out loud before erupting into tears as he laid on the soft grass.
***
"Tristian knelt in the middle of his spell circle, the flickering candlelight casting sharp shadows across his face. His brow was furrowed in concentration, beads of sweat forming along his hairline as he chanted the ancient words. Around him, the air crackled with raw magic, swirling like a storm about to break. Runes etched into the floor glowed faintly beneath his fingertips, pulsing in rhythm with his heartbeat.
But something was wrong.
The energy, once vibrant and responsive to his call, began to dissipate, slipping through his fingers like sand. He gritted his teeth, his voice growing louder as he forced more power into the incantation.
"Obsecro portam aperiri! Audi me! Via ad Fae pandere!" His voice rang out, desperate and commanding, but the words hung in the air, heavy and unheeded.
The circle trembled slightly, the runes flickering as if they were losing their connection to the magic of the Fae realm. Tristian's heart raced as he slammed his hand against the ground, pouring everything he had into the spell. He couldn't fail. Not now.
"Come on!" he hissed through gritted teeth, his hands trembling with the strain. His connection to Tyler felt distant, the bond weakening more with every passing hour. He had to find him—had to pull him out of that world. The thought of Tyler trapped there, alone, with him—with Stalis—was unbearable.
The circle flashed brightly for a moment, a brief surge of hope flickering in his chest. But then, as quickly as it came, the light dimmed and the air stilled. The magic sputtered out, and the runes beneath him dulled to nothing.
Tristian collapsed to his knees, his breath ragged, frustration and exhaustion weighing heavily on him. He slammed his fist into the ground, growling in frustration. "Damn it!"
For days now, he had been trying—every spell, every ritual, every ancient invocation he could find—but the Fae world remained locked, sealed tight against his magic. It was as though the realm itself was actively rejecting him, mocking his attempts to break through.
"Why won't it work?" he muttered to himself, his voice cracking with anger and fear. "Why can't I get to him?"
The candle flames flickered as a gust of wind swept through the room, snuffing them out one by one. Darkness settled over the space, leaving only the faintest glow of the spent runes beneath him. Tristian's heart sank as the weight of failure pressed down on him.
He had been so sure this time. The old times had promised a way into the Fae realm, a passage through the veil, but each attempt brought him nothing but resistance. His bond with Tyler, once a lifeline that could have guided him, now felt frayed and distant, like trying to grasp a ghost.
Tristian's hands shook as he rubbed them over his face, his mind racing. He couldn't give up. Tyler was out there, somewhere, trapped in a world that twisted everything it touched. And Stalis, with his twisted obsession, would make sure Tyler suffered if he wasn't already.
He stood abruptly, knocking over one of the extinguished candles as he paced in the dark. His heart was heavy with guilt, knowing that his failure might cost Tyler everything. He wasn't just trapped—he was vulnerable. And Tristian had promised him he'd always be there.
"Damn it, Tyler..." Tristian whispered, his voice breaking. "I'm coming. I swear, I'm coming for you."
But even as he said the words, doubt gnawed at him. The Fae realm was beyond his reach, beyond his magic, and every second he wasted brought Tyler closer to whatever fate Stalis had planned.
He clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms until they hurt. There had to be another way. Another spell. Another source of magic. He would tear apart every ancient grimoire, search through every forgotten legend if he had to. He wasn't going to lose Tyler to that monster.
With renewed determination, Tristian turned toward the shelves lining the walls, packed with books and scrolls, some so old they looked ready to crumble. He needed something—anything—that would break through the barrier between worlds. If his magic wasn't enough, he'd find a way to make it enough.
As he pulled an old, dust-covered tome from the shelf, flipping through its brittle pages, a single thought echoed in his mind.
Hold on, Tyler. Just hold on