Monologues Wicked Novels & Stories

Mephisto responded in an utter whisper, afraid that if the witches found him, he would be sliced, minced, and boiled for their spells! “Create a havoc. Now,” he ordered. Mephisto was confused with the order but nonetheless moved away from the room, causing the mischief that was requested by his Lord. Even though Leon couldn’t see what Damian was doing anymore he could still hear the human’s voice, “Show me what happened last night! In the name of the dark moon—” “FIREEE!” A louder scream had stopped Damian’s chant at once. He flinched, shocked, and looked at the butler with his black eyes wide.

Ivy continued, her voice tightening, “that a seventy-year-old man walked into a vineyard and murdered his own son?” Marcus tilted his head. “Victor Blackwood isn’t exactly a fragile grandfather.” That part was true. Victor had built Blackwood Global from nothing. People in the industry used words like ruthless and untouchable when they spoke about him. Still— Murdering Julian? Sebastian finally turned away from the screen. “That footage could be edited.” Marcus nodded calmly. “It could.” “And if it is,” Sebastian said, “you’re a dead man for showing it to me.” Marcus didn’t look intimidated.

a dark-haired she-wolf sneered. The blonde spun in her elegant green gown, basking in applause and sighs. I rolled my eyes—I wasn’t giving them the reaction they wanted. I scanned for the nearest escape route. “Don’t be cruel, Eleonor. Look at her—filthy, low-caste, body covered in marks from her miserable life,” another said, tone mockingly sweet. “That mistake isn’t even worthy of breathing the same air as you, daughter,” Viktor’s voice boomed. My whole body locked; hairs rose on my arms as my eyes shot to him.

“To become gods.” The wolves in the hall began to change — one by one, their eyes turning crimson as her power spread. The air throbbed with energy, thick with the scent of magic and blood. Derrick’s voice was hoarse. “Mona, stop—” She turned, her gaze blazing. “Don’t order me anymore.” He froze. She stepped close enough to whisper in his ear. “You wanted a queen. You got one.” Then she smiled coldly. “Now kneel.”

Jayla was as cunning as a witch, deflecting everyone's attention with her charming words, which practically led everyone to care what Jayla said as they agreed in unison. “Please forgive us for our ignorance, but we did not suppose you were some unknown. We had the impression that we knew you well," Another lady performed a monotonous act in front of Monica before ending with a horrible laugh. Monica couldn't decide whether to laugh or cry after hearing this brainless woman who believed that no one could recognize their true character or remain ignorant since they were wealthy.

“No.” “PLEASE!” Accashia screamed. She screamed so loud that her throat ached. Her fingers dug against the ground, dirt getting inside her long nails. She’s desperate. Really desperate. “Please! I’ll do anything, anything — I beg you! Just let my mother’s soul be at peace!” The Wicked Witch laughed. “Finally. A smart one. And I thought all of you were dumb.” She smiled so bright that her teeth shined so white in the darkness. “Are you really willing to do anything?”

Aira’s POV “You guys are wicked !!” Danielle chuckled through our temporary group mindlink as he watched the eight witch fall into our trap and join the party to H E L L with her other seven friends. I am sure that they would have a pool party in burning oil and loads of fun with whips and forks. Haha. They deserved it. “Oh you haven’t seen ‘Wicked’ yet, dud,” Jax chuckled as everyone hid back in the shadows. “Ninth incoming in ten,” Danielle signaled.

Waiting for orders. And in that moment, I knew we'd won something important. Not the whole fight. But this battle. Because now everyone was watching. The explosion came from the north entrance. Not a physical explosion. Magical. Ice and power and rage that sent wolves scrambling for cover. Lady Macbeth strode into the ballroom like a queen returning to her kingdom. Her hands crackled with stolen power. Her eyes held madness barely contained. And her smile was the kind that promised death. "Did you really think," she said, voice amplified by magic, "that exposing documents would stop this? That showing proof would make powerful wolves suddenly care about dead children?"

“Do it. But if you survive this, Wickham, you and I are going to have a very long talk.” Wickham managed a weak smile. “Fair enough.” The Guardian began the ritual, her chanting filling the room. The relic glowed brighter than ever, and the air crackled with energy. Wickham stepped into the center of the circle, his expression calm despite the chaos around him. “You won’t win,” he said, addressing the darkness. “Not this time.” The darkness laughed. “You are a fool, just as you were before. Do you think your sacrifice will matter? I will return.”

I thought the authors just made it up. "Do you have anything within your liking Lady Marina?" Mona asked. Compared to before, she is calmer, she no longer stutters or is afraid of me, but there is still a little doubt. I mentally sighed in my head. Yeah, being a lady is hard, what more if you are known as wicked? I kept thinking if Lady Marina did something to scare Mona and the other stuff like this. But I wouldn't be too surprised if I find out that she really did something bad. After all, Lady Marina is branded as the wickedest dame of all.