Scarlet Witch Gif Novels & Stories

the water began to whirl underneath us but Gil hadn't noticed. "Because I can do this," Scarlette flicked her wrist and a powerful tornado of water shot out at Gil, sending him crashing through a tree. "Ta ta, my little cutie!" Scarlette shrieked and laughed evilly as the water dragged us under. I closed my eyes and bore the wicked feeling of getting swallowed with fangs ripping through the surface of my skin, and then getting vomited.

Laylin softly breathed out a sigh at his flaring temper. She closed her eyes in silent, her heart drumming in her chest. “Scarlet was the daughter of a Rakhbar Princess and Sansy so it made her the perfect medium: the blood of both, Red Witch and White Wolf. You said the Old Mistress sees the future, did she see it?”

“Edgy. Distrustful. Lost to their impulses. They wanted control over magic… over us.” Her voice cracked with something old and broken. “We were powerful. Far more powerful than they were. But we were outnumbered.” My stomach curled as I watched witches—women, children, elders—running, screaming, burning. Wolves attacking like it was their only instinct left. “It was brutal,” she whispered. The scene dissolved and shifted—now showing her, the Scarlet Witch herself, standing on a mountain of flames, holding a spell so enormous I could feel it ripple across my skin even here.

“Yes it is. We never hurt any humans. We eat animals, just like humans eat animals.” Scarlet seemed to relax a little bit. “When those wolves attacked me,” Scarlet began, “I felt them biting me. I felt their teeth in my neck. And then everything went black. I was sure that I was dead. It was like I was supposed to be dead. But I didn’t die. I don’t understand. Does that mean that I can’t ever die?” Scarlet stared back at her intensely, and Caitlin could see that she desperately wanted the truth. Caitlin cleared her throat, and looked her in the eyes.

They felt bad for the friendly old Seer, but probably it was her time to go. None could challenge life. Both Steven and Amelia had secretly lighted incense for her in the hall of the Moon Goddess. They prayed for her wandering soul to find peace. Once saying goodbyes, they focused on the problem at hand. Red eyes. Red hair. The Scarlett Witch. The Witch of the Scarlett Moon Pack. The pack she found with her mate. A bunch of power hungry, blood seeking lunatics. The pack was infamous for bloodthirst. Wherever they went, blood would paint the place scarlet.

I saw Scarlett knock the witch to the ground, watching the blast rip her off and throw her to the ground. It was happening so fast… but no… it can’t… I lunged forward just as the witch moved her hand back. Magic swirled around it, aiming for Scarlett’s chest as she lay there battered in her human form. Her body was shaking as she tried to get up. Not my sister…

I felt my limbs let go as my breathing quickened exponentially and became short and jerky. My throat started to burn and a wave of heat invaded my body. I was nauseous and I felt a wave of fever take me while I lost my strength little by little finding myself belly on the ground. I looked around and only noticed Scarlett standing there and then two huge wolves stood by her side. I didn't know what I was seeing as my eyesight was blurred and my mind was straining mislead but I have the impression that the witch grabbed a bowl and that the two wolves poured a few drops of their blood into it, which she combined with another product.

Or anything. “Wow, is that a drawing of him, you are something else.” Mrs Haughter said as she pulled my sketch pad off my lap and admired the drawing of Lucas I made. Drawing was one of my talents. Actually, it was the best thing I could do. Perhaps it was because of my werewolf senses, I could draw images of people unbelievably well. “What's that on his arm? Hmmn, it looks like something I have seen before...wait, is that the Bloodbond?"

' The evil wizard was making bargains even after seeing the immense power my mate possessed. 'You will pay for this. ' I could feel my wolf fading out of me and for once in my life I felt real fear. Then she screamed, the sound almost shattering the earth into pieces. Her eyes shut, her legs bending and a force pulling her to the ground. It all happened in a flash and when she stood up and opened her eyes...They were magnificent brown - tinged gray, like the moon.

In the rhythmic beat of the music, I found fleeting comfort, a temporary escape from the ache in my chest. The pulsing rhythm filled the air, heightening As the dance floor beckoned, I stumbled onto its chaotic stage, becoming a mere silhouette in the sea of pulsating lights. The music became a distorted lullaby, easing the pain momentarily. A mysterious stranger, like a shadow emerging from the haze, locked eyes with me, drawing me into an unexplainable connection that transcended the blurred reality. In my intoxicated state, liquid courage surged through my veins, dulling the inhibitions that would have held me back. The stranger's gaze seemed to pull at the very essence of my being, and w