Betty Jughead Novels & Stories

The hand suddenly dropped her ankle. "What the fuck?" Sean studied her in shock. When she rolled to her back and they locked eyes, his mouth dropped open. Her eyes were glowing gold, and her body was contorting in front of him. He finally realized what he was looking at. She was a shifter but, obviously, had never been taught how to shift. The change was progressing in slow, agonizing motion.

"Mommy, I'm still super tired, and my tummy's rumbling." "I'll get someone to bring you food right now." Her mother watched Betty with emotion. "Rest up, sweetheart." Betty was such a good kid. She settled back down but added, "I want to be all better when I meet the lady." After hearing that, her mother glanced up at her husband again. He stepped out of the room and turned to his assistant. "I need you to track someone down. From what Betty described, she's young and definitely practices the arcane. I don't care who she is—she just became our family's biggest hero."

Not having the slightest idea that their lives are in danger as the woman with amethyst eyes shall bring peril amongst their realm. They reached the castle in Nuella Sangre and immediately went to the throne room of the King, Stefan Thorn. When the two entered the room, the King stood from his throne to welcome his son, Giovanni Felix Thorn. His father rushed on walking to him and gave his son a man hug. “Welcome home, son.” Stefan said and tapped his son’s back. “Thank you, Dad.” Felix tapped his father’s back. “Enough hugs for now, we have things to settle.” Cassiopeia entered the room. Cassiopeia is the first witch who joined Nuella Sangre. She is blessed on seeing the future, so as she k

“My eyes are burning and I have a headache. I think I am going to fall sick anytime.” “It is normal for newly turned to feel that way, or better still, because of the blood that now runs in you,” Bathilda said. “Who is she again?” Harper asked Amber. “I am Bathilda from the Blackburn Coven, a Nightblood and the army commander of our Hedda, the Chosen One; Kyra Blackburn,” Bathilda introduced herself. “The Chosen One,” Harper repeated and she turned to Amber. “Did Mr. Evans not say something like that while rea—”

Adriel POV "Get the hell away from her!" Mitchell roars, his voice tearing through the stone walls. The council table explodes into splinters. Three lycan kings launch themselves over the mahogany slab, claws extended, eyes completely black with bloodlust. They want Betty. They think she is the apocalypse incarnate now that her mark is gone. Mitchell shoves Betty behind his back. The momentum sends her flying sideways. Her head cracks against the granite pillar with a sickening thunk.

I replied, listening harder to where the sound of the voice was coming from. "She smells like The Beta of The Ahnalu Rah Tribe, Ethan Cross." Another voice chimed in from a different direction. Raising a brow, I shook My head knowingly, I was going to have to put up a hell of a fight. "We should take her to Buddha." A third voice piped in. Hearing the new voice join, on instinct I started to run back in the direction I came from, with not even knowing who my opponent was... I had not other choice; Either way I was totally out numbered as a half vampire.

Reluctantly James nodded at his mate's suggestion and took the lady in his arms as they were about to pass when a hurried arrival halted their departure. Gamma Jude Adams came running toward them and halted looking at the aberration. He raised his brow in utter shock, What an odd group of hippies! A vampire who looked about a thousand years, a witch without a coven, and a rogue Lycan, all in sanity and harmony but that wasn’t what drew his attention. It was the lady­­– the human.

"You're not answering me, James. You want to walk again, don't you?" The dark-skinned Vampire remained quiet, the woman stomped her foot even harder and he held back a painful wail from his breaking bones. "Oh come now, we're all on the same side. We're called Dark Mythics after all." "We're...not...the same, Jagger," Jamie grunted. "I'm a Beta and...you're a sick twisted Alpha that belongs in hell." "Well, isn't this saddening? Cora, darling?" The man known as Jagger briefly nodded at his associate as an order. She used her other foot to slam down behind Jamie's head and smashed it like ceramic glass. The teen Vampire's remains became nothing but dust and ash.

But I didn't dwell on it for that long, because hamburgers and fries with some nuggets looked really tasty to me right now. “So, you said something about the ‘Head Women’, what's that all about?” I dug into my food, genuinely curious to know. “We never had any weekly conferences in our pack so I'm genuinely curious right now,” “Hmm...well, the Head Women was founded by Kalan ten years ago. He had a vision he wanted to see through. He created it so that Female Lycans could support each other and most importantly for Female Lycans that just integrated into their Lycan form. They have each other discuss some topics and keep the newborn Lycans in the loop,” she explained.

Cillian “Roland! Roland! Stop you dogs! Aaahhh!!!” Miss Bethany’s shrilling scream reverberates in the shadows of the night. “You were supposed to make sure I was untouchable, you fucking bitch!” Back in his human form, Beta Roland watches as one of his werewolves maul Miss Bethany’s legs, but not completely killing her off so that she could continue to suffer.