Victoire Weasley Romane & Geschichten

"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

“It was supposed to be me!” “It’s not your fault. Stand up, Victoria.” I told her softly, wanting to ease her pain. Unlike me, Victoria is special. She was given a gift from the moment of her birth. She was faster than us, stronger than us and she could tell what a person is feeling just by catching their scent. Our pack needs someone like her in the future. While I… I can make the sacrifice for us. “I chose to be Kevin Jameson’s bride, Victoria. I chose this.”

But, she’s also my mate, the female Beta of the Crimson Snow Pack, a strong warrior who balances that strength with a kind and energetic spirit, the mother of our two pups, and the most breath-takingly beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. “Hello, my love.” I say, my face breaking out into a huge grin when I see her walk through the door. That’s part of her magic – even with the craziness of vampires potentially threatening our pack, she can always make me smile simply by walking into the room. When we got the call from Scarlett that it looked like vampires had been at our southern border and to keep everyone inside, my mate jumped into full-on Beta mode, helping me strategize who should s

I know Vinci is a techno-savvy person but how did he get all this info? "How do you know all this?" I asked "If you go through the werewolves database, you will find all the information in there." He said as if it was the obvious thing to do. "But that database is confidential and it's available only with the council's permission" Dad said. "Did. You. Hack. It. " I asked him sitting up straight on my chair. That brought his interest to me, he looked up from his mobile and smirked proudly. "She was working as a chef at a bakery before joining the Warriors team. Viktor Kent himself had trained her. She had a tattoo of his name on her.."

Victor closed his eyes for a moment before turning to look at the waiting court and his parents. “Lady Viktoria of Ezorona has been born.” He sighed. He knew that he couldn’t really call her Lady since she was a dhampir, but he hoped that he wouldn’t be punished for doing this just this once. His father scowled before storming away. His mother patted the sides of his arms and whispered that there was always the next time, but Victor knew there wouldn’t be. This was the only chance the saints had given him. Viktoria’s POV

🌹 Victoria 🌹 Victoria Fontaine stood in the dimly lit war room of her private estate, the scent of expensive bourbon and aged leather filling the air. The walls, lined with bookshelves and surveillance monitors, cast eerie flickers of light against her sharp, composed features. Despite the chaos unraveling outside, she remained poised. The world was beginning to turn against her, but she had not built an empire on panic. She had built it on control.

That was the same with strength and speed. Victor let out a low growl beside me as we neared our destination. I purposely slowed my steps, allowing him to lace his fingers with mine and give my hand a gentle squeeze. Victor meant so much to me, even as a little girl. With his thick, shoulder length chocolate brown locks and eyes so blue they reminded me of the ocean; he hadn't changed one bit since I was a child. I sort of felt like Bella from Twilight, stuck with creatures that barely aged while I looked ten years older by the next day.