Betty Jughead Novels & Stories

There was a time I wished I could become a member of the Black Scorpions so I could break free from Hale's prison but I was too afraid to pursue that thought. They were known as the strongest Mafia gang in the world, led by a young but vicious woman. All other gangs paid homage to them and the vicious woman whom I had once heard Hale refer to as Queen Scorpion was addressed as 'chief' by all the gangs. They were also highly connected and could easily destroy anyone with a snap of their fingers.

He might be the only werewolf that knew how to heal a Lycan. Reaching the room, Dexter and Maize moved past me to go to Aryan’s side. She was floating in the air, above the bed, just as she had been at the house. Now, more witches were here to keep her suspended in time because the other witches had reached their limit.

Maybe taking a new gig would take my mind off her until I could track her scent again. I accept I typed back. Kidnap Natalia Mikhailov and keep her safe until her father votes for Pavlischchev’s new boss before the election in seventy-three days. Natalia. The popular girl who put me down in high school and had me running around the track at night to get in shape? I was the big one. The one they all teased and made fun of, thanks to her. Until I dropped out of school at the start of my sophomore year after getting bit by a freaking werewolf one night while running on the school track.

“What do you mean? Who is watching?” “Agatha,” her mother interjected, her expression turning grave. “The High Priestess Agatha. She has been alive for over a thousand years, fueled by dark magic and a thirst for power. She senses your potential and will come for you. You must be cautious.” “But I want to fight back!” Aqua exclaimed, desperation threading through her words. “I don’t want to hide anymore. I need to know how to harness my powers.”

Just like the usual nights, Morrigan had the same dreams, the same dark endless hallway she stands every night. The same scene of tall walls of flames, her mother's lifeless body, and the same voices taunting and haunting her eve in her dreams. But this time it was even more frightening. Screams and laughter mixes in her mind, in that endless darkness everything is shrouded in dark clouds, she couldn't see anyone. But when there finally came light in front of her is Lydia's dead body. Drenched in blood, molested, and murdered brutally. It was the same scene but this time behind Morrigan was a tall shadow of a man. When she turned around the maniacal smiles of her uncle was the first thing sh

Agent Vernon chuckled. “She was a good fighter,” Agent Jane said while trying to stop herself from giggling. “They said she had quick hands and she could usually put down her opponent in just a few seconds. She was a vicious fighter. They called her The Gunmetal Mama. Sometimes she would come out holding a gun that wasn’t loaded. Every time she’d come out to fight, they would play music by her favorite rapper, Tupac Shakur,” Agent Jane explained through her giggling.

The room ices over quickly. “We have some very talented individuals here today, and they deserve an introduction. Brent, who’s already spoken, is an outstanding critic and will be observing you all closely. Next, I’d like you to meet Jordan Wright. She’s from California, and she’s one of the best female assassins in the country, with triple-ten stats." She is overly impressed by them but also sees their flaws.

“Just tell me who else was helping you, and the pain will stop.” “I al-al-ready told you,” Bertha mutters. “No one else. Just Brenda and me.” “It’s a shame I don’t believe you,” Kris says, pushing down on the lever. The wheel begins to move, and Bertha screams in pain. I’m standing about ten feet away, and I can see fresh blood staining her uniform on all four joints. Vampires do bleed, particularly if we’ve eaten recently. We are more like humans and shifters than most other species recognize.

Unlike her, he had not received any wound, only scratches during the time he dodged Betty’s attack in hope he wouldn’t have to kill her. “Betty don’t know about that but Natty says we are crazier than most of them,” Betty responded truthfully. She then stepped behind, “But Betty am not a child. Betty is an adult and perhaps the same age as you. My appearance just don’t change. Betty truly can’t understand why would you feel bad for killing a weaker being than you. Unlike you, I have killed more people. Both a sick elderly and a small newborn baby yet Betty never felt sorry for who I have killed.”

Hannah vision was becoming blur as her bone kept her on breaking. A loud roar was heard and the which turned back. There was a huge human in the form of a Jaguar coming at them. She leapt swiftly hitting the three witches into the room. They stumbled over the couch and before they could think of rising to their feet. The Jaguar transformed to Mrs. Peace as she grabbed the hair of one of them and ripped out her throat with her sharp claws. The Two witches pushed their horns toward and a force hits Mrs. Peace against the wall pinning her to the wall.