Spell Priscilla Novels & Stories

I demanded, shooting a glance at Dean. "It wasn't Dean," she retorted. "I just know things, girly. Far more than you grasp with your current understanding of things around here," Priscilla continued, delivering a sharp dose of reality. Dean stayed silent, thinking I might benefit from a little humility. Perhaps I should trust her, too, I thought.

They grabbed each other, drawing strength from each other. Priscilla was still upset about her daughter's scandal with Jake. She couldn't wrap her head around the fact that her daughter had sneaked out to see a man, Jake for that matter. She was seriously upset, she had hoped that her daughter will be paired with Fay, he was going to be the next Alpha and she hoped her daughter would be the next Luna. Jake was not good for the future of the girl, he was not. She was in her room, pacing around, cracking her brain and looking for a way out of the mess when she heard a knock on the door. She whispered permission and an omega girl came inside. Priscilla walked to the window and stood by it, her

“I don't know what you are talking about. I am just trying to make you see how much of a fool you've made of yourself. But I want you to indulge me. Why did you give yourself to Antonio?” “He promised to let my pack go.” She laughed maniacally. “And you believe him? How naive can you be?” “I know a lot about sacrifice. If all you have ever done is look after yourself and not have a community whom you share your interests with, then I am sorry. Maybe you did have a sorry life but don't you dare call me names trying to protect my pack from the likes of you who had sold your soul to dark magic.”Priscilla was taken aback. “Yes, just as you can sense what I am hiding, I can also tell that you hav

“She has more claim to this clubhouse than you do.” “And she’s a lot more popular than you.” Spider pointed out. “She’s a lot cuter than you too.” Riffraff added. “Not to mention that she can hit harder than you.” Priscilla tossed out. “All right.” Toad said taking over the meeting again. “Taz is Sinner’s daughter. And she fights competitively. And according to Priscilla, she’s fucking awesome.” “She is.” Priscilla muttered not looking at her dad who would say something about her language.

Raising her head to look at him, Priscilla said in a daze, “No, I remember that I was set up by Anabel Smith at the Pearl International Restaurant. She drugged me and found four men to r*pe me, but I beat them all down.” Fredrick’s eyelids twitched, “And then?” “Then?” Priscilla looked at him in confusion, “Then... You saved me?” Fredrick gave a sinister smile. He even gave up the idea to help her up for the dinner. He took his coat and turned around to leave. “Hey! Where are you going? You haven’t answered me yet!” The answer to Priscilla was the sound of the door closing. Gloomy, Priscilla touched her nose and felt that this man had a strange temper. He had been delighted before, but just

Usually, she waves off stupid comments like this, but this time her face scrunches into a mix of disgust and anger. “Oh, like how Karl tried to put in a good word for you to try and hook up with my girl here? Just to prove if she was a virgin or not, remember that?” Before he can say anything, Priscilla spits on the ground in front of him. “You disgust me, Nolan James. I’ve never used my family’s power or background, but if you ever try and bullshit Noel in the future, I’ll make sure your brother gets a one way ticket to jail this time.” Nolan doesn’t focus on her as his eyes shift to Noel, panic coating his usual vibrant green eyes. “W-wait, when did this happen? I must have been really dru

She towered over me, but I didn’t flinch. “Don’t try and play nice with me, I know what you’re doing.” She snarled. “Excuse me?” I said, my face a cool, stony mask, but inside my stomach clenched. This woman looked unhinged. “Just because you’re some new, pretty warrior, don’t get any ideas about being anything more than that with Killian. He’s mine.” Priscilla’s eyes were wide and manic, the green of her irises almost toxically bright.

A hush fell over us, including his inmates. He began a slow chant and whispered incantations under his breath, a strange glow enveloped him and the air around us felt alive powerful with an ancient power as he called upon the moon goddess to lend her strength to his spell. I gasped, as mysterious symbols began to dance around the ring's eye. My heart hammered against my ribs, scared and in awe. The once-black eye of the ring transformed into a vibrant green. When Archibald's lips met the ring in a gentle kiss, a part of me feared he might retract his offer and hold onto the ring.

“You’ve met some sprites. Are you sure you want to have an entire group of them together at once? Unmated sprites? You heard the group think/group speak thing that they do. You’re talking about hundreds of those voices at once.” She looks around the restaurant again before turning back to me. “Is that why everyone got quiet?” “Yeah, you’re asking for a huge headache. As much as our wolves adore the sprites, small doses are always better.” “Yes, but then it’s a one and done. As I said, I can do them all at once.” This woman, this witch, my sweet mate, has no idea how special she is. “Then we’ll do them all at once,” I say.

"Exactly! You're an international award-winner, Professor. Your competitors are just jealous." Veronica stayed silent, her heart hammering. She'd never told a soul that the data for those international awards had been handed to her, for free, by Silver Moon. She let out a long, fake sigh. "Well, every pack has its limits. For example, for Alpha Lorenzo's upcoming treatment, we're missing a key ingredient—Heaven-Heart Grass." "Heaven-Heart Grass?" Rita blinked, acting like a curious angel. "Dad, doesn't Grandma have a bunch of weird herbs in her private collection?"