Novel & Cerita Scarlet Witch Immortal Sovereign

His voice was a little hesitant but he agreed "I promise. Tell me what do you want." "Alright now listen to me carefully, there is a vampire that knows who Cameron is and only knows that he wants me and why but this person has no idea about my past so he had been really annoying and pestering me to go back to my world and become stronger. The biggest problem is no matter how much I try I can't escape him because he can trace my scent." I stopped for a while to put my thoughts in words but he had already understood my intentions as he said "You want the sacred potion to remove all your traces and so that not even your scent will be left behind."

she whispered. “It’s connected to the throne.” The First Immortal nodded. “Correct.” She looked at him sharply. “You didn’t just give me a weapon.” “No.” He folded his hands behind his back. “I gave you a key.” Seraphine frowned. “A key to what?” “The system of fate.” The witches gasped. Rowan blinked. “Wait… seriously?” The immortal’s eyes narrowed. “You’ve gone further than I expected.” The First Immortal smiled faintly. “I adapt.”

“Necromantress and Blood Princess. Scion and Heir. Wife and Wife.” Raven smiled — small, but fierce. She rolled the scroll carefully and set it aside. The old gods had spoken. Now it was her turn to decide how she would answer. And with Victoria’s hand in hers and the bloodmate bond warm between them, Raven felt ready for whatever prophecy — or war — lay ahead.

I said, "for a witch to be the Luna?" Raven went silent. I turned to look at her. Her face was pale, her hands were shaking. "A witch," she said slowly, "has not been Luna of a wolf pack since the Great Betrayal. Since Salem. Since the wolves turned their backs." "What's the official name?" "The official name for a mixed-blood marriage between a wolf and a witch is a Concord of Ashes." Raven's voice was barely a whisper. "They were banned after Salem. Anyone who enters into one is exiled. Their children are killed."

Dream-silk threads erupted from the fang, snaring riders and horses alike, winding into unbreakable knots of starlight. Vera strode forward, dagger aloft. Lucien flanked her, claws extended. The imperial line halted in whether, breath caught between awe and terror. Their captains pressed gauntlets to foreheads, voices trembling as they saw the Dream Sovereign’s power—and the wolf’s unwavering guard. “Lay down your arms!” Vera’s voice boomed across the plateau. “Yield to the star’s justice!” A battalion commander—helmet crested with Gamma sigils—stepped forward, lance lowered. He tilted his helm. “The empire… falters under your song.” His voice shook. “We will stand aside.”

He resembled father in every way, with that fiery temper and a knack for making poor choices consistently. “What about you?” He tossed the question my way, moving closer with a predatory grace. “Are you saying that up until now, you still haven’t found your mate, Lioran?” “I can promise you that many of those she-wolves out there would attempt to entice you into claiming and marking them as your mate.” Forget about them. I don’t simply take any she-wolf; I find and claim them as my own. Raven won't do that either; instead, he would seek to cause me pain while attempting to get it.

Damon rubbed his eyes. He wanted to believe that. It was stupid, really. If this whole thing with talking was just meant to get him to drop his guard, then it was working. Wasn’t he smarter than this? He tried to pull his anger and hate forward, to shield himself from unfortunate emotions—but he was so tired of being angry. He sighed as he turned toward her. "How many witches are in Scanthin ?” “I only know about one,And that is me Scarlett." Scar murmured, holding herself tightly.Damon advanced on her and she backed into the wall, staring up at him with wide eyes. “Why should I believe you?”

His silence was guilt enough. "Learn your wives, Lord Gray. Do you even know Claire’s favorite color? Inessa’s drink of choice?" He shook his head. "I want to speak with them—especially Claire." He stiffened. "Why Claire? Do you think she’s someone’s mate? No one will take her from me!" His fury only confirmed what he denied. "I can help you find your soulmate without surrendering immortality. I am the Witch Supreme. I can undo what my ancestor bound. In return, tell me everything about Kane, Amanda, and Kane."

That's why she can't kill her. Scarlet smiled at her triumphantly and sarcasm was dripping from her smile. "You can't kill me Aurora," Scarlet said loudly while laughing. And lift her hand in the air. "Because I'm immortal." "What do you think about yourself that you can do anything with your power? And you underestimate my powers. I'm famous for my powers and I'm the most powerful witch in my clan. You tried to burn me into ashes. But you don't know I can end your life." Scarlet said arrogantly. And Aurora looked at her with her sharp gaze.

Sage asked with concern. He wiped a muddy tendril of hair from her face, and ran his thumb along the tear tracks on her cheeks. Scarlet wanted more than anything in the world for Sage to tend to her wounds, fix her broken wrist, clean the mud from her hair and skin. But there was no time. “Listen to me,” Scarlet said, pulling away from his tender affection. “We don’t have much time.” She fumbled in her pocket for the vial. “This is a drop of immortality,” she added hurriedly. “If you take it it will buy you enough time to come to the vampire city with me.”