Isadora Quagmire Novels & Stories

I could tell she was scared. “I know about the witches baby. I will find you. Just stay strong. Please. Also, Alpha Nik questioned your parents. Your real name is Alida Romanov, so if you hear it being mentioned, they’re talking about you.” I tried to give her a little pep talk and sound strong. I hoped that it was working. “Good to know. I don’t know how much longer I can keep this link, or bond, or whatever it is opened. Can I somehow like mindlink you mental images? Is that possible?”

I asked her, and she looked at the water and looked at me. "You won't gain the magic of the Valkin," she said, and I was in shock. "Your mate has no wolf. You can only gain the magic when her wolf comes. She is just as good as a chosen for now," she said, and I was shocked. I looked at Maxwell and Clay, and the shock registered on their faces too. "Will she ever gain her wolf?" I asked, and she looked at me. "What is her name?" Elsa asked. "Scarlett Vladislav," Clay responded, and she looked at us.

I heard Isadora say as she walked up to me. “Did you inspect the magic?” Gaven asked. She nodded. Isadora has a gift which allows her to manipulate people’s powers and also tell what they are or who they are after usage. “Who took my sister?” Gaven asked, one could see the thirst of blood in his eyes ready to kill whoever it might have been that had taken Davina. “Gideon!” He said, Gaven looked extremely shocked. “Who is Gideon?” I asked. They all stared at me calmly.

"But I looked at it once, when I was young, because my grandmother told me never to ask about the woman in it. Said the family had agreed a long time ago not to speak her name." "What did she look like," Seraphina asked, though some part of her already knew, already felt the answer settling cold and certain beneath her ribs. Isadora met her eyes, and for the first time since Seraphina had met her, there was no performance left in her expression at all — just something close to fear, and underneath it, something that looked almost like recognition. "She had your exact eyes," Isadora said. "And she was wrapped in fur that same shade of silver."

I greeted her as I curtsied. Her name is Morticia Chase Whistleton, the Duchess of the Northern territory, the wife of the Grand Duke and the mother of Sir. Damian. “May you be guided by the Guardians of the North… Gale, who is she and why is she wearing my old clothes?” the Duchess asked.

If Cayden and I had just stopped in to say hi, she would have come and given me a hug, but much like my father, she differentiates between her daughter Scarlett and her Alpha Scarlett. “Alpha Scarlett, Beta Cayden. Is everything okay?” She asks, her big green eyes wide with concern and her chocolate brown hair still slightly damp from a shower. It’s like looking into a mirror and seeing my future self. And I’ll tell you, I could do a lot worse. My mother still turns heads and is still a beast on the sparring fields. I’ve never seen her in an actual battle, but I have no doubt she can still kickass.

Loki smiles and she stares at the staircase, wondering if she should go inside. “I’m Veronica,” she says. “I am—” she begins, but Mia shouts from below, catching me off guard. “KANE, LOKI COME HERE!”

A whisper in my gut. Something was off. “You’ve been quiet.” I turned. One of the maids, Mira, stood behind me. A gentle soul. Always polite, always watching. Knew that she was not always pure. She was Lysandra's personal maid and though I wanted to fire her at first, I did not have a reason to do so.

One was an angel, and the other was the evil twin. She just finished dancing. Her denim ripped short pulled up, showing the viewers of her long shaped legs and a piece of gorgeous round arse. She sat back in front of the screen, making her warm and seductive eyes shone on the camera. I was one hundred percent it was Westley. Her hair right now was a wig. It didn’t look lively on the screen. She was using contact lenses, and this time, it was gray. Sindy Kate was typing an answer to her viewers.

Isadora POV As I entered the main chamber excorted by Lisa and Rodrigo who followed closely behind, I was greeted by a completely different sight, not what I had originally expected to see. The chamber was occupied by a bunch of old women putting on a strange looking similar outfit. I was taken aback by the sight, but just before I could ask what was going on, one of the old ladies approached me and spook in a language I couldn't understand, but she made hand gestures, that felt like she wanted me to take off my clothes.