Scarlet Witch Immortal Sovereign Novels & Stories

I stepped back when she appeared in front of me. “Don’t touch my daughter!” I hissed trying not to sound angry when she was about to touch her. “She’s not your daughter! You are a witch and she’s a vampire, that’s impossible.” “HALF-VAMPIRE, you mean,” I emphasized. She shook her head and looked at Zaya. “That’s not what I can see, she’s an immortal—” I snapped my finger, and we appeared in the house. There was an awkward silence when we got there. Casting that kind of magic drained my energy, I felt like sleeping but how could I rest after what happened?

Destiny works in strange ways, the witches and the wolves have been enemies for a long time, neither cross each other's boundaries and it is highly forbidden to ever mate with each other. Over the years, witches have been mated to wolves, but once the council finds out, they cast a spell to sever the bond immediately. The spell works, but the victim's life changes completely and he or she becomes an outcast, the spell also weakens his or her original powers causing such a person to become weak.

Hecate waved her hand through the mirror, dissipating it into a fog. "You mean Karmina. From my understanding, she has started making some movement about four years ago." Willow mentioned as she recalled the information Miss J shared with her. Karmina had been recruiting Rogues from different Supernatual groups, Witches especially. She had made a scene in the Werewolf community, but as to why, Miss J hadn't told her. Hecate nodded along as if reading her thoughts.

'Mother said you can have as much as you want. "Right," Latina muttered and opened her mouth, eyeing her target. She sank her fangs on Sebastian's neck. Eventually, the colors faded, leaving the distinct shades of red, fighting each other for dominance until a scarlet sphere appeared, and, within a second, it burst, bathing Latina in red.

“It must be her. There is no one else.” Even if I am the target of her vengeance. I closed my eyes, remembering the rage in her eyes after I dragged her from Casimir’s quarters, the fire that consumed my wing, her utter indifference to my injuries. She knew. She had pieced together my immortality and traced it back to the witch purge three centuries ago. “By the time she is strong enough to perform the ritual, she won’t just break the curse, she’ll have your blood spilled across the walls of this manor,” Andreus hissed, his eyes blazing. “I will not stand by and watch it happen again!”

"And how did I get here? There were these men in shadows. They took me after... after what happened at the square." The old woman sat down on a stool near the small fire. She watched me closely. "My name is Elara. I am a witch, like you. The shadow warriors brought you to this sanctuary deep in the mountains. It is protected. No one from the werewolf kingdom can find it easily." I took a small sip of the drink. It tasted better than it smelled and the pain in my back eased a little. "The execution. The fire. I had wings. Big ones. Did that really happen? Or am I losing my mind?"

If he managed to get the Zhiyu-Moya master jewel, then, he would become a God of Medicine and could cure all kinds of ailments including death. “Your Majesty, I heard that the Third Sovereign has been hunting for the Zhiyu Moya master jewel. If he manages to obtain it, won't he be a far more dangerous enemy than His Majesty Xing Long?!” "Bastard!" Zhu Qiu stood up and threw his hands at the person who had just asked. A loud bang was immediately heard as the man was thrown and his back hit the ship's wall. “Who allowed you to call Xing Long Your Majesty?! I am the one who is worthy to succeed King Yang Yuhuan's throne!"

“The study. With ivory letter openers and globes and shit.” B tiptoed through the kitchen into the well-appointed foyer where he’d been greeted by WY’s mystical creature of a sister. The study sat on one side of the entryway, closed off by two double doors with ornate scrollwork. Carvings of snakes intertwined with fawns, men intertwined with women, and vines choking all of them ran from top to bottom. B put his hand on the doorknob and let his other hand run up the back of a snake wrapped around a woman’s torso. She was turned away from B, with her exposed rear protruding from the door. The pointed light of the headlamp reflected off of her backside. B let his palm rest on her rear and his

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?”

She's looking at Ivy, refusing to stare me in the face. “Actually, there is.” I break the ice, and watch the woman fret. “There are four immortals in Oakdale.” She nods. “How is it possible for humans to become immortals?” “Because a witch linked their lives to a werewolf.” That has her jolting up. Her breath ceasing. “I hope…” “The witch is Sinai.” I say, interrupting her. That name is all it takes for all the witches to gasp. Their eyes shine with fear for their lives.