Victoire Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Hector explained. "What was special about her?" Alex asked. Hector looked seriously at Alex. "Victoria is a vampire, Alex. But she's not like us. But she is different from us. She has the ability to control the elements of nature. She can make fire, water, wind and earth move as she wishes." Alex was stunned by Hector's explanation. He had never known this about Victoria. He had never seen her use her powers. "How could you? I've never seen her do that." Alex said.

The sight twisted something deep inside him. "Gloria, you're so damn dumb," Victor said aloud, staring into her captured eyes. She wore a stunning ivory gown that hugged her natural hourglass figure perfectly, her waist-length brown hair cascading in soft waves, her sweet smile lighting up the room like sunshine. He couldn't deny it—she'd been exceptionally beautiful that day, ethereal even.

MAEVE'S POV I couldn't help the smug smile that spread across my face as I watched as people who looked down on me, now look at me in a different light. Soon, very soon, I'd get to find Prince Riven and rub this victory right in his annoyingly perfect face. The thought of seeing his expression when I reminded him that his "slave girl" had not only made it to the Academy but secured the best accommodations possible made me want to skip like an excited child.

Forever missing the chance but remained to be written in every folklore and history of Hymir. Morrigan flicked her wrist in circular motions as she steps back imitating Fiachra's sword clashing with her enemy's sword, determining who will win the decisive battle. Skipping around and flinging the branch in her hand, dancing in a very fluid and flexible, yet brisk manner, the hem of Morrigan's chemise and the sleeves of her wrapper rustled at her accurate movements. She finished the dance with how Fiachra was usually portrayed in her statues and portraits. A woman with long raven hair gazing at the horizon, a sword resting at the back of her arm, and her other hand pointing towards the directi

The air was charged with anticipation and excitement as he prepared to present an esteemed award to a deserving recipient—Lady Victoria, the head of the palace staff. Lady Victoria, known for her grace, wisdom, and unwavering dedication to the kingdom, had played a pivotal role in safeguarding the realm from various threats. Her expertise in witchcraft had been instrumental in protecting the pack and its citizens, thwarting dangerous schemes and ensuring the survival and prosperity of the kingdom.

He didn’t look at me. Didn’t look at Ariana. He stared only at the witch. “But nobody steals from me. Especially not a dried up old witch.” “Dried up?” she laughed. “Take a proper look, cursed king. I am Victoria. The beautiful queen of the dark witches.” “Makeup hides a lot of filth,” Zayn replied lazily. “After I’m done with you, there won’t be enough powder in the world to hide what I carve into your skin.”

I shouted and she put her head down, sniffing. “Save the crocodile tears, and walk out.” She raised her head up, and looked at me for a moment, her eyes narrowing before she walked out. I turned to Vittoria, who was focused on her work. “Vittoria I…” “Congratulations sir, on your betrothal,” she said in a cold voice. Fuck!!

It's alright Ma'am. (Kelly's phone rings) Kelly, yes Sir. I'm sorry to call you by this time of the day, but I couldn't wait any longer. I know you travelled this weekend to go see your parents and Mondays are usually your days off, but do you mind coming in on Monday? We have a case of a missing person that came in yesterday. Do you mind taking a go at it? Well, uhmmm, well Sir. Kelly, are you okay? Yes, Sir. Are you sure? You know what, I'm giving you an extra week off. But Sir, that won't be necessary. I can handle the case. I know you can, but right now you are not in your best frame of mind, so take the week off, thank me later. But Sir, what about the case? Kelly asked. I'll have Harve

said Crimson to Violet. "I took it to the precinct." They turned to find that the woman was no longer on the ground. "Crimson, look out!" Violet cried before shoving him to the side and Crimson watched while his female counterpart got blasted by a bolt of lightning that was intended for him. Her body suddenly burst into a wave of purple light. "Violet, no!" Crimson dashed to where she had been standing but there was nothing there except for the purple haze that still glowed from the aftermath of the blast.

She perched on the arm of the couch. Victor's gaze still lingers on her "It's candy! It's delicious!" He adjust his seat at the sudden heat in him. His heart was beating hard. His jaw hardened. Helena, knowing what she was doing smiled lopsidedly. In her heart she cheered with joy. "Then why not lick it?" she smirked. Victor took a deep breath. Damn it. It was too late for him to realize what the witch lady was trying to do to him. She mixed something into his liquor. A lust potion that only a witch can make that can quickly arouse a man's sexual arousal.