Victoire Weasley Novels & Stories

I knew that no matter which one I left with tonight, it was going to end in a brutal interrogation. That’s when Victoire approached me. She looked down her nose at me with that haughty air—the kind belonging to women who think they own the world just because there’s an apostrophe in their last name. "Well, well, Mademoiselle... you certainly get around. Divorced and already you have two heirs beating each other bloody for you. How charming." I stared her down. My wrists were bleeding, I was exhausted, and she was going to lecture me on morality?

Her muscles coiled, and in a blur of motion, she leaped in front of Tyler, intercepting the assailant's path. Their collision was fierce, bodies crashing together in a whirlwind of fur and teeth. Victoria's senses heightened, her every nerve attuned to the threat before her. She felt the weight of the attacker's paws bearing down on her, his claws grazing her side, but she refused to yield. Bared teeth clashed in a savage struggle, the snarls and growls filling the air like a symphony of danger. Victoria's witch powers surged within her, enhancing her strength and reflexes. She fought with a combination of agility and cunning, her movements fluid and calculated.

"Cade, I wanted to know, how did you know about the potion Damien was about to use" "Oh, I ran into Victoria on your birthday and she spilled some of the drink on my hand, once I figured out the scent, I took the help of a old white witch to help with a counter potion, and I had the guys feeding it to you in your punch", "Smart thank you, I owe you, but what did it cost thou", "You have to give her a drop of your blood, and well I thought it would be good if you speak to her before we leave to challenge the council",

Grandpa said. “However, you need to be careful, Zoe ! Zelda was a very powerful witch too. She gifted a six hooded snake to Victor. So, your powers are almost matched except that he has lost three mates and hence, three wolves already,” he added. “Grandpa, was killing the mates of my mate wrong ?” I lowered my head grimacing the fact that I must have hurt my mate.

“What are... What are you talking about, Wyatt? I’m not the one who kidnapped Maeve! Wyatt, you got to listen to me!” My grip around his throat tightens until his face turns red. Defeat lit up his eyes until it’s replaced with frustration. He chants something strange, widening his eyes when he realized it’s not working. Is he trying to use his ability or something? “Why isn’t it working on you?” Victor sounds terrified. His expression turns calculating, and he wet his lips, breathing words. The irises in his eyes won’t stop darting around, scheming. “Maybe I have to try harder...”

"Victor is an ancient werewolf, and he has powers beyond our wildest imagination." Emilia's heart was racing, and she felt a sense of trepidation rising up inside of her. "What kind of powers?" Emilia asked. Ava hesitated, unsure of how to explain. "Victor has the power to control the minds of others," Ava said. "He can make them do his bidding, without them even realizing it." Emilia's eyes widened in horror, and she felt a sense of fear rising up inside of her. "That's terrifying," Emilia said.

“But this will have to be our secret. The boys will never forgive you if they found out you brought me cake and not them.” He laughs. “There’s plenty left, they can have theirs tomorrow.” I nod, consenting, and continuing to take small bites, making it last. “I owe you a debt, Evelyn,” Victor says quietly, and I turn to him, curious. “Your advice really paid off tonight. I got Annabeth’s endorsement.” “Victor!” I cry, “congratulations! That’s so exciting!” He nods and I can see him work to suppress a smile. Always the alpha, wanting to be even-keeled and serious, even when he’s terribly pleased with himself. “Thank you. But I only got it because I followed your advice.”

The sight of Zinnia cradling Enrickio, tears streaming down her face. Her white wings turned black and covered his body, protecting him... The sight was too much and I wanted to flee but I couldn't. I was stuck staring at the girl I thought I loved, in her arms, cradled lovingly the dead body of my evil half-brother, the asshole who helped kill my mom. She screamed something at Victorianna, but Victorianna didn't answer her frantic cry. She also didn't attack as planned. Something happened that she didn't calculate. Most of her following saw through her smoke and mirrors. They saw the truth. Victorianna turned and fled, followed by her followers, which was considerably less. The others that

Theo, ever protective, wouldn't stop glaring at poor Victor the entire time. Charlotte had made significant progress. She had learned to control her movements as a werewolf and even went hunting with Azraiel. Her vampire's bloodthirst was decreasing, though she couldn't recall the first few times she had channeled her vampire side. That cheeky being brought out the worst in her. The witch, however, felt like an old, powerful, petty soul who was stubborn to no end. The first time Charlotte had intentionally channeled her witch counterpart, she had refused to put out a fire she had lit. The fire, fueled by her magic, was impossible to extinguish by any means other than her own powers. They had

'Let's get our mate,' Vixen urged, and Aimee took her first step to forever. The energy crackled in the air as the biker waited for his Queen. Quinley Barrett, the high priestess of Ravenclaw, worked her magic in the background creating snowflakes out of the elements-without the biting cold that accompanied the winter candyfloss. And Aimee felt like a princess as she finally reached her mate's side, taking his outstretched hand and kissing his knuckles as he folded her into his arms.