Scarlet Witch Pregnant Novels & Stories

I punched him. “Do you think you can come into my pack and disrespect me? She is a member of the Bloodmoon pack and I have a say on whether she leaves the pack or not! “A member of the pack, yet you all did that to her! He scoffed. I want her Devon and I am going to have her. “And I forbid you to have her! She is mine! “What? I thought I heard him say, but the voice sounded was a female voice. I turned and it was Scarlet, her eyes were wide open as she watched us.

"You see, my dear, I've been looking for a way to rescue my brothers from the underworld for centuries. And you, with your... special abilities, are the key to making that a reality." Scarlett's eyes narrowed. "What are you talking about?” I grinned, my fangs shimmering in the low light. "Come on, Scarlett. Don’t act innocent. You know what I mean. The prophecy. The ritual. The sacrifice." Scarlett's complexion drained, and for a brief moment, I thought she might collapse. But then, a fierce resolve ignited in her eyes, and she lunged at me. "You won't get away with this," she shouted, her fists swinging.

It's true that he should look into this in case another Vampire had caused this mess, but he doubted it. "It was that damn Witch who did this. She killed my baby girl and tore out her heart..." the woman hiccuped. Tore out her heart? Why would the tabloids leave that out? "Witches are genuinely clean beings. Even with something like this, they would've cleaned up after themselves. This Witch you speak of, does your daughter know her?" He asked as he looked around the room. Nothing stood out with the family pictures, large flat screen and absurd statue figurines.

My mind went blank. “Scarlett... she's pregnant?” She nodded. I could barely breathe. “How far along?” She hesitated, giving me a strange look. “I don't know if it's my place to say. It's classified information.” My stare never left hers. “About seven weeks.” My stomach dropped. Scarlett had dug her own grave. She was carrying the child of her psychopath husband's son while living under his roof. No...They couldn't possibly be planning to make Romano believe the baby belonged to his son.

She pulled out a leather-bound tome and flipped through its pages until she found what she was looking for. "A witch who has undergone the White Moon Ritual bears certain marks—a silver crescent that appears on her left wrist during pregnancy, and an aura that can be detected by other magical beings. If she lacks these signs, then she's either not pregnant or not a witch." She continued reading from the book, explaining the various tests that could be performed to determine paternity in cases involving magical bloodlines. The methods were complex, requiring specific herbs and incantations, but they were far more reliable than any human medical procedure.

Scarlett stood beside him, her face pale, but still forcing herself to agree. "So what if you're pregnant? Do you think Garrett really likes you?" Her voice was kept low, carrying malicious satisfaction. "He just feels sorry for you, a she-wolf abandoned by Marcus." She stretched out her hand with bright red nail polish, almost touching my face. "The pup you're carrying might be an idiot too!" "After all, like mother, like son!" Not only did Marcus not stop her, but a cold smile curved his lips. His hand suddenly reached toward my belly.

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?”

Monica was nervously playing with the handle of the bag with the baby outfit in it. “Goddess I'm nervous.” She said making Angela giggle. “I’m sure he’ll be ecstatic to be a father.” Scarlett said, when a thought occurred to her. Usually you couldn’t get pregnant until you were marked… If Elijah wasn’t able to mark her, would that mean there was a chance they’d never have kids? The sudden thought made her stomach plummet and her already light skin pale considerably. She looked out the window, her heart racing at the thought. He was an Alpha who would need an heir.

Blonde hair, petite frame, someone who I thought was my best friend. The woman who had stolen my mate from me. "Cassie is no werewolf, she is a witch like us and with the help of your mate Zane she is pregnant and carrying his child automatically both a wolf and a witches blood run through that child." I just sat there in the chair, my whole body numb and cold, my brain unable to wrap its hand around what I was hearing. It couldn't be possible, it just couldn't be possible. "What do you then need me for?" I heard myself ask, my voice sounded like it had come from someone else far away kike an echo from a cave.

"Lady Skylar, What do you mean? Alpha and I—" "You think I don't know?" she interrupted, her voice rising. "You think I don't know about you and him? You're just an Omega. You have no right to be with him. "Her words cut deep, but I tried to stay calm. She laughed bitterly, her eyes filled with malice. “Wait, You are pregnant aren't you?" she sniffed me I froze, my hand instinctively moving to my stomach. How did she know? Then I remember that Skylar is a witch, and her powers gave her insights that others didn't have.