Glinda X Elphaba Novels & Stories

My father asked a beta and she nodded at my father direction. "Mr. Greyson and Ms. Greyson such an pleasure to meet you again." Amelia Millar and his son, the alpha of Nebula tribe walked towards us, there hands were jointed with each other. Mrs. Millar smiled and acted like I didn't pushed her out of my home the last time I met her and her smile reached her both eyes. My eyes drifted to his son, Eric Millar the fake alpha who sat on his brother's position he was wearing a formal attire black tuxedo. After a while of talking.

" She smiled at her. The two females came out of the market, and entered The Mug and The Mead, the place where they had their first squabble. Aelanor sensed that it hadn't been their last. Vorga walked up to the barkeep, who was wiping down the table and sat down on the stool. Aelanor followed her nervously. "Looking pretty, Miss Shadowglow," Giles lowered his voice as he leaned near, "I assume you're in disguise?" "Of course, Giles," Vorga scoffed, "you know what I wear on the daily basis."

“Well then, let us dive deeper into the tale of the gods that ruled over this valley. One was the Flugor, the other one was the Vespera, and the third one...the god of mischief was Malum…!” The mere name invoked unnerving anxiety and fear. Some of the people got up, praying to Fulgor for deliverance while heading back to the huts. Blanchett couldn’t help but feel Glinda’s stare connecting with her every few seconds later. She was adamant that this old woman was scanning her from head to toe.

Sixteen Roman Eliot “Have you two fucked yet?” this came from Glinda as they walked to her apartment. He glanced over at Nora, who was blushing. He smirked. “No, we haven’t. But we’ve only known each other for two days, Glin. Why do you ask?” Glinda stopped walking and turned to look at her. “Because your girl is in a world of trouble. And she’s going to need all of the help that she could get. Isn’t sex how you make it so that she has werewolf powers, or whatever?”

"It's supposed to be like this." Glinda. My eyes flew open. The three of them were circling me, their hands clasped, still humming. But this… this wasn't how it was supposed to be. "Glinda," I whispered, my voice hoarse, "this... this isn't right. This wasn't part of the spell.”

He carried her from the table and sat on the ground with her placed gently in his arms, "No Glinda, you have to hold on, please! Don’t leave me." Glinda feebly changed back to human form. She had no arms or legs and her unclad body was bloodied. "Promise me, you'll take revenge for me. Go through with plan B, and live for me. When you find your mate, bring my finest framed picture to the wedding at least, so I can be present somehow. Promise me," she managed to say with her mouth. He could only whisper, “Glinda…I...” "Promise, Narfi. Promise me!" she wept.

The Alpha was gutted open on his throne by Damon Blackclaw, the Alpha of the enemy pack, and his Beta, Brian Paw. "You will never find her," she barked, laughing at her foolery. "Call out to her," the moon priestess whispered. "Never..." Before she could finish, the moon priestess drove the flaming sword into her. Kimberly groaned in pain and died. Eliana, hiding behind a tree, saw the flaming sword buried in her mother's chest, went mad with fury, and her silver eyes glowed faintly as the moon had touched them. She made to avenge her mother when a hand suddenly gripped her from behind.

Maria, felt it but she seamlessly adjusted her movements, adapting to Li-lah's grip without missing a beat. The audience, absorbed in the hypnotic dance, remained unaware of the underlying turmoil. Maria and Li-lah continued to float across the stage, their steps harmonious despite the internal struggle. Their connection, both in their dance and in their shared history, shone through, reminding everyone of the power of forgiveness and growth. As the final notes of the music faded away, the hall erupted into thunderous applause once more, applauding the breathtaking performance

Pure rage filled me as I saw my mate crumble to the ground with debris from the wall falling on top of her. “KATRINA!” I found my voice as the bubble around me shattered, struck by a blue blast of energy from the outside. I unceremoniously landed on the ground with a thud, looking up to see Glinda, the not-so-good witch. “YOU WILL LEAVE MY PRONIPOTE ALONE!” Her hoarse old lady voice demanded, sending her evil twin stumbling back with another blast.

"And who are you?" "He doesn't need to give us his name," Queen Niamh whispered loudly. "Don't interrupt," Lorcan hissed. Niamh sat straighter in her saddle, "This is a surprise visit." "He has no right to be disrespectful," Lorcan said low and steady. "Even a child knows how to greet their King and Queen." Niamh opened her mouth again, but Lorcan was speaking. "What is your name?" The elflord in the green tunic bowed low, "I am Thalanil Gildan, leader of the village of Imnenora. Please, let me show you what has been done."