Victoire Weasley Romane & Geschichten

Queen Mother Fairy was the fearless leader and at the tip of the arrow. "Let's follow them, Vino!" Brie suddenly appeared at his side. She was wearing a costume that was very much alike to Nerida's. Its color was silver, too. Her heart-shaped face was framed with the helmet. Her diamond-studded sheath and sword was at her waist. "You're beautiful, Brie." Vino eyed Brie with admiration. In an instant, he became the warlock that she had adored. "Ooh, my handsome warlock!" She hugged him and kissed him on the lips. "I wish this war is not happening!" she whispered wistfully.

They all focused their attention on me, as if judging me and asking me why I was here, I did not know why I felt that way. "She is Emily LeStrange the 13th witch and will lead this coven against our enemy werewolves," Viktoria announced that no one seemed to be surprised by that news by their dead reaction. "How can we be so sure that she can lead this coven if she not capable of powerful magic like us?" A question arose when a woman with thick lipstick with blonde hair asked. "We will train her all and work together so that she can release her strong power," Viktoria said.

I kept my mouth shut as he gazed on the window, the silent wind whistling with the moon's ethereal light. "She was a human but was an exceptional since the day I met her. That day, I saw her fighting with a gang to save a bullied kid. I was already amazed, but I knew that wasn't enough to be a Chamber. It takes a lot of courage and strength to be one. Though she was brave enough, he strength isn't something remarkable. Physically, Victoria is weak."

Victor studies every minute thing about his opponent, the slightly altered gait of his left leg due to some previous injury, and how he seems to favor his front right paw to tread. Harry does the same, studying Victor for weakness, anything to exploit in battle. From the way his eyes glitter, it's clear he's found what he's looking for. Victor's heart pounds in his chest, surrounded by the old ghosts of his childhood, in a house that makes not a peep, and yet it screams. It was in this very room that Harry held a newborn Victor in his hands, swaddled him, and handed him to his mother. The golden wolf attacks, all teeth, and claws reaching for Victor's throat. The younger jumps out of the way

VICTORIA My name is Victoria Nash. I am the WereWitch born to the Alpha. My grandfather hates me and what I stand for. Weakness-Fear-a diluted Alpha Bloodline because my mother wasn't even an Omega. Just a half-breed witch sister to the oracle though no one but I and Esmerelda know that fact. I am usually pretty good at hiding away from him when he is in the packhouse. Today though, something must have made him more angry than usual because he is out for blood. My blood. I'm not old enough to have my wolf healing yet, but I can heal myself with the magic, only it wears me out, and I can't run away from him fast enough.

No one dared tear the parchment down—not when Valrosian agents were already rumored to be watching from every treeline. Alaric had not consulted his daughter. He had not needed to. He remembered the night his wife—Elowen, silver-haired and fierce—had died shielding six-year-old Victoria from a werewolf’s claws. He remembered how his daughter’s laughter had slowly faded after that, how her smiles became rare, polite things reserved for court. Until Raven. The necromantress child made Victoria smile—truly smile—with a brightness he had not seen since Elowen lived. If protecting that light meant declaring a nine-year-old human girl the future wife of his heir and daring the known world to test

"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...”