Victoria Potter Novels & Stories

I could sense it, even with my own abilities diminished—a kindred recognition between practitioners of the same rare magic. Victoria was perhaps forty, with silver-streaked black hair and eyes that shifted between gray and gold. She moved with Alpha authority but without the aggressive dominance typical of traditionalist leaders. "Alpha Shahira. Alpha Daren." She bowed respectfully. "Thank you for seeing me despite your injuries. I know you're both recovering." "Cade said you have information about Mordecai," I said, skipping pleasantries. "I do. But first, I wanted to meet you personally. To confirm what I sensed when I heard about the Deadlands assault." Victoria sat across from us, her ga

Denver looked at her, confused, “What?” “We let them do this to us Denver, Tasha and Victoria. Tasha is a witch Denver just as much as Vladimir is and Victoria in her obsession for you has made her use spells to drive us apart.”

"It isn’t impossible. I saw her at the auction, and she was… claimed by the King. The good news is that if she truly is a witch, it won’t take long for him to realize it. And the bad news is that we raised a witch for seventeen years without informing the King. He’ll burn us at the same stake as her." Victoria laughed. Loud. She circled the desk with quick, restless steps. Her perfume grew stronger, almost choking. “you are drunk,” she said, pointing at the glass. “you are trying to provoke me.” I lifted the glass again without looking away from her. “I saw her.” The silence that followed was thick, oppressive. Victoria stopped mid-step. Her shoulders locked. Her nails dug into the robe, twi

She explained and Nicolai nodded in understanding. "What about Victoria?..." "Victoria started performing rituals which were banned for the witches. The power she got as her legacy didn't satisfy her greed so she started borrowing her powers from the 5 elements of nature which made her powerful... But she didn't realise that she was making the witch world toxic and was opening forbidden doors for the evils..." "What happened after that?..."

“That's the only way she could have killed those guards so easily by taking away their ability to heal. I shook my head. “But she is a werewolf. Besides I have never seen her do anything witchy,” I replied and he rolled his eyes. “Not all witches wear pointy hats and use crystals or candles. And besides, it was all part of the act for her. Why I believe she might be a witch is because of her connection with the seer. I'm not sure Victoria paid the seer with money to lie to us. When I found her, she didn't look like she just got paid. She was in a dingy apartment, wearing threadbare clothes,” he explained.

Elica was forewarned by Olivia that "Princess Erica, Prince Viktor, Remus, and Hugo will be transforming in their human form." Erica immediately shifted her gaze in a different direction so that she would not be able to notice the three of them adjusting their positions. The three hastily gathered their clothing and swiftly put them on to conceal their bare chests and bodies. When they were finished, they went over to Erica and Olivia and asked them to look at the pot they were carrying. "Does this look like the iron pot?" While browsing through the Book of Miracle Items, Viktor had a question for Hugo. It was Hugo who responded, "Exactly the Iron Pot we're looking for, Prince Viktor."

"Mom, there must be another way to end this without him killing me or me killing him!" "We need the high witch's help for this!" She got up and was about to go to her private room when I stopped her. "High Witch? Who is that?" I squinted my eyes at her. I thought she was already the most powerful one aside from Orora. "Her name is Victoria. She seldom meets creatures like us. She is with the humans!"

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

*** Eyes hollow. Power uncontrolled. The world burning around her. *** “You will lose her,” Morrígan said. *** The false Raven reached out. *** “Let me go.” *** Victoria froze. *** For half a heartbeat. *** Then stepped forward. *** “No.” *** The illusion surged—power spiraling, tearing at the world. *** Victoria didn’t fight it. *** She walked through it. *** “I don’t let you fall,” she said quietly. *** “Not into this.” *** She reached out—

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.”