Ursula Tarzan Novels & Stories

With a dimpled smile, she went on softly, ‘ I’m Tara. Cole planted an answering smile on his lips as he studied her carefully. The child was exquisite with her soft grey-blue eyes and features resembling her beautiful mother, the softness and innocence so like the older woman; only with her tantalising figure, the full ripeness of her maturity made Proserpina Delano seem like a man’s wet dream. This child beside him was just a girl… A plan began to form in his head. *

"I’ve done nothing to you, so stop playing these twisted games with me!" Ursula's gaze burned an icy blue, and her smile tightened into something violent. Her contours were hard and inhuman, her complexion was an abnormal pale silver, as if all life had vanished from her. Her untamed, wayward hair swirled and moved as if it had a life and a mind of its own outside her control. Clad in a flowing, tattered robe made of what seemed like raven feathers, she moved with a ghostly grace, each step causing the ground beneath her to crack like thin ice.

Krasimira's tongue became tied. "You go, Tiger," Pamela tossed out there. "Tadêfi, where are you right now?" I began my rotation of responses. "Why does she have to be a virgin? And, thanks Pamela. That was less helpful than normal." "I aim to disappoint, Cheetah," Pamela smirked. I couldn't see her face, but I knew she was. She - Tarzan. Me - Cheetah, the Immortal baby chimpanzee. Just what I needed. "It is the law," the guardian moved to separate us.

Tarzan said and immediately, the men bowed and dispersed. Tarzan stood up from his throne, turned and took the stairs. * * Luca sat on a brick, watching the young lady and her baby. He was finding it very hard to understand how they were going to make it in such a deserted dangerous place. He watched the lady as she stared down at her baby wrapped in an old animal skin shawl with love and care. He stood up, moved closer to them. "You've not told me what your name is and ehi exactly you are."

Lisa shook it quickly, still trying to gather herself. “This is Ursula....my cousin. I’m Reinhardt’s sister. He asked me to bring you to him. It seems you’re special,” Brunhilde added, laughing lightly. “Reinhardt never sees people himself. He always delegates that task to Ursula.” “You’re calling me a workaholic,” Ursula muttered, breaking the brief silence. Brunhilde appeared carefree, graceful in her demeanour. Her green gown grasped her attention, one sleeve missing by design, revealing her graceful arm. She was tall, her face smooth was as silk and her iris,shades of blue.

Cecily smiled brightly and cooed in a high-pitched voice, “Do I not like a good story time” “Cecily...what’s your name?. Is your name even Cecily?”. “I’m Ursula”, she walked towards the other end of the room and halted when she was not too far from Isabella, “I always hated Cecily, it made me feel weak. Ursula is just the exact opposite” She spun around and faced Isabella, "Ursula is who I am"

"What do you mean by that? I asked for the first time. I had never seen or spoken to a witch up close and to think that karah was one all this while and I didn't notice baffled me. Usually,I would have picked it up and dug deeper. "Ursula isn't the same person. She is a vessel. That was why we locked her up." "A vessel? What does that mean?" "You see, Ursula had always been devoted to the clan and to her family. She never meddled in the affairs of the leadership of the realms but suddenly, she became hungry for power and position " " There's nothing wrong with being ambitious and wanting a better life.

Then, she made a curse upon it: that, “Every male confessor given birth to must be killed they are useless to the Universe” Initially, that was one of the reasons he was being caved. Furthermore, Luca is under a dark love fantasy spell since his childbirth. He has been suffering from a bear which usually hunt for him annually. The fact that his Immortality hasn't built up the courage to challenge the bear that do put his shadow on a race, drive him to wacko, which makes him scream excruciatingly.

I asked her, and she looked at the water and looked at me. "You won't gain the magic of the Valkin," she said, and I was in shock. "Your mate has no wolf. You can only gain the magic when her wolf comes. She is just as good as a chosen for now," she said, and I was shocked. I looked at Maxwell and Clay, and the shock registered on their faces too. "Will she ever gain her wolf?" I asked, and she looked at me. "What is her name?" Elsa asked. "Scarlett Vladislav," Clay responded, and she looked at us.

Sin Frostfire Solutions Carla stood before me in six-inch high stilettos, her pale face containing a bit of shine. Her lips were a deep red, complemented by the blood red dress she was wearing. As beautiful as she turned out in her vampiric form, I still couldn’t get my mind off how Scarlet was humping Jerk in the college grounds. Carla’s lips were moving as she gestured with her hands. But I wasn’t listening. Although I was elated to see her, it was difficult to erase the picture of Scarlet and another man in my mind. Even when I knew there was little I could do to change the situation.