Elphaba X Glinda Novels & Stories

On the third day, Metis, Iapetus, and Astraios finished their job perfectly before they returned to the bar, where Erebus and Kitty had been waiting already. "This is Winnie. She's an old friend of Lilith, Emma's mom, and she's the one providing the paper dolls spell." Kitty introduced to them after Winnie came in. Erebus looked cold but not too much unlike his usual expression: "Thanks for your help." "So... who would be going in then?" Winnie asked. "Pallas, Tartarus and Ares." Erebus answered. Those three were the best warriors on the team. "The witch might be in there." Winnie said, "After you get in, it would only be a question of time before they find you."

"Oh common, I know you don't." ~~~ Glaiza and I took off our high heels. "Glai?" I called as we walking at the edge of the water "Hmmm?" "What are we now?" I asked "We are more than friends but less than lovers." She chuckled "Geez, that's so cheezy to hear." I giggled "So we are in between?" Glaiza stopped me from walking. "What is the problem?" I asked She wrapped her arms around my shoulder and said, "We didn't dance at the party."

“No deception, no shadow will break what we are.” Elara smiled, silver sparks softening into light. “Always,” she breathed. And together, hand in hand, they stepped out of the glade—bond steady, fire alive, ready for the final reckoning. ---

Almost like- "Sera?" The Queen Mother called as she stood up, gazing at the female Elf beside Alaric in disbelief. Her lips trembled, tears welling in her eyes. "It can't be…Sera, is that really you?" The female Elf, draped in plain flowing black robes, let her long, bone-straight silver hair cascade over her shoulders. Though she appeared to be in her early fifties, her vibrant grey eyes sparkled with life and wisdom. She gazed upon the Queen Mother, her features softening as she opened her arms, wearing a gentle smile. "It's been a while, little sis."

I looked in the backseat to see Kayla waking up. "What happened?" Kayla asked as she stretched her arms. " When I cast my spell, it made you pass out. I am sorry, but it was the only way for us to get past the guards," Glinda said, and Kayla looked at her with a shocked expression. "Who are you?" Kayla asked. "My name is Glinda, and I am here to help you defeat Catherine and Aliza's Mate," Glinda said "He is not my mate. Well, he won't be once I reject him," I said

I tell him, holding his gaze. I refuse to be intimidated any longer. If this vampire wants to go against me, I know a really good sun spell that will knock his ass back a few paces. “That explains how you came to work for Beta Trevor, but not Beta Gwen,” Alpha Wyatt says. “Beta Gwen learned from her father. Her threats were just as valid as his.” I say. “Can’t you just undo your little spell?” Phiren, the elf, asks, just as condescendingly as Alpha Wyatt.

I whispered to myself muttering a spell that got me out of the house in an instant and at the garden were everyone was gathered. “by the goddess!!” Alpha Lucas beamed as though he had won a luxury. “we have found a mate, worthy of our son, confirmed by the oracle to be ordained tonight!!!!” there was cheering all around, even Ethan smiled, looking at the girl in front of him like he had found something precious. I felt my gut twist. ‘he had never looked at me that way.’ The thought crossed my mind, making me want to leave. There was no point anymore. I saw it now. He did not like me, it did not matter if we were mates, it was obvious he was never going to look at me that way.

She radiated a terrifying presence. However, there was a problem. Eliza, a famous ghost from the fog-shrouded city of Blackmoor, already dominated the long-haired ghoul archetype. Viewers would automatically compare this ghost to Eliza and dismiss her as ordinary, leaving her perpetually at the bottom of the NPC popularity rankings.

Strange symbols glowed on the ground beneath my feet, drawn in red. Torches burned in every corner. Was this some sort of ancient drama that we have to put everything ancient in an area like this? What century is this again? People stood in a wide circle, all wearing long dark robes. Their faces were covered, their heads bowed. In the center, a woman stood. Her hair was long and white, her skin pale and cracked like dry clay. She looked older than time itself. A witch. My heart dropped. They were really going to do it. Edgar stood beside her, wearing a different robe from the other. His was darker, thicker, and had a blood-red emblem on the chest. He looked pleased. Proud.

Glinda says excitedly "Yeah." I chip in half-heartedly "...Or maybe, just maybe, the heir to the throne; Prince Helios may even be my destined mate." Glinda purrs dreamily "Nope. That is not a possibility, wake up Glinda! A witch cannot be mates to a Lycan." I tell her