Victoria Potter Novels & Stories

She whimpered before closing her eyes and looking in the sky resolutely. The whole environment immediately changing to a different one as the three of them were teleported in a circle of fire. A circle of fire in what looked like a desert in the darkness. "I…I Azrael Power, the wife of the king of the witches, Christopher Power, the mother of Martha the to-be princess, and the god grandmother of Victoria, hereby calls upon the powerful witch powers of Victoria to take over her body. To take over her body and heal her as their own, and to help her get rescued from all the shackles of the sacrifice spell, that was performed for an evil purpose.

"This is an amulet the Queen Regent has given him, testing if it could be useful in waving off monsters during his missions. But don't get your hopes up, it unfortunately did not yield any useful result. Though, I guess this must be the one that gives you that impression. After all, my Teacher tried using a small amount of the same residue she had retrieved to make this as it is." Tristan got amazed at how incredible she acts and make things up on the spot. Is she some sort of an actress? He thought. She certainly knows how to manipulate the situation and align things down in accordance to how she wants them to. Right, just like that Witch. "Then let me get a hold of that," Freida daringly o

CHAPTER -1: **Victoriana's POV** In the early morning, I barely get to yawn and take a glimpse of morning sunlight I'm carried away at the speed of light by the servant wolves and I find myself ending up in our gym. My brother Victor Jones always awaits me for giving me hardcore training until my skin is scalded. I've been getting this difficult training since the beginning of my 17th birthday and must continue until my Wolf doesn't wake up.

To wait before you were able to get to what you needed. I didn’t turn to face him. My eyes were fixed on the old book in front of me. My mother’s book. I smiled at the sight of it. It was the one thing that I had of her. At least, I believed that it was hers. As far as I was concerned, she had no magic. She had no need for these recipe books. But I did not care. They served me well. And I was going to use them, hers or not hers. The potion shimmered as I stirred it, thick and red like wine mixed with blood. The scent rising from it was faint, flowery, innocent. In my opinion, completely stupid. The signature scent of the one woman I despised more than anyone else in this world.

It's nasty and gory, and eventually Bronte loses too much blood from her neck wound and falls to the ground, saying," I give up! She lets out a feeble rasp before two doctors charge into the arena and drive numerous moonstone splinters into the corpse of the Ounsli girl. Cynthia spins around, grinning covered in blood, and I start to feel a little queasy as the crowd erupted in applause, declaring the victor of round one to be in stone. The next two girls are announced, but I'm not really paying attention to them; my eyes are locked on the Ounsli girl, her chest heaving as she struggles for air, and I find myself touching my own neck with a shaking hand—that could have easily been me. Cynthi

What in heavens is going on here? The lady slowly walks over to me with a devious smirk on her face. She stands before me and places her index finger against my chin, tilting my head to look at her. " Hello, my name is Victoria," she says with a very beautiful silk voice and I can tell she must be the most beautiful lady I have ever seen in my life. I can't deny that fact. She is extremely gorgeous. Perhaps that is what Damien saw when he felt she was far preferred as Mrs. Vance than me.

The rhythmic sound of her heart beating under my ear was soothing and I find myself closing my eyes to focus solely on the woman holding me. I jump slightly at a third hand lightly touching my shoulder. Without leaving the comfort embrace of MacKenzie's arms, I find it to be Victoria. She holds up a small vile that seems to hold blood and I look at her skeptically. "My blood darling, I'm the conjuring witch who cast the spell upon you. I'm hoping it will help with the side effects," she says apologetically.

And locked her gaze and attention on Damien who was standing parallel to her. "Give me the right answer, so that I don't interfere in your game." she demanded firmly. She is Victoria. Victoria Skarsgard. The only remaining elder, belonging to the Skarsgard Family. She is the most powerful and has great control over everything. Victoria never interfered in any kind of business, especially some of the great wars caused by her four children. She freed her four children to do as she pleased, as long as their actions benefited the Skarsgard line she didn't care about the chaos or damage caused by her childrens. As long as Skarsgard Castle is untouched by others, she gives complete control to her

She wasn't wrong-I did have a smirk on my stupid face. "Victoria is an amazing woman. She'd be perfect for you-she loves football, she's super smart, she works in the research department of a pharmaceutical company, and her passion is developing holistic medications for kids with cancer, for crying out loud. She's all about family, she wants to have a houseful of children, and last but not least, she's absolutely fucking gorgeous. She's a perfect match for your stupid sexy body and your annoyingly attractive face." Now I was full-out laughing. Only Emma could make a compliment into an insult.

Anabel replied as she fought the urge to roll her eyes at her, she just couldn't believe that she was in for a history class. "Centuries ago, there was this lady called Victoria, she was the Alpha's only surviving child.She was a warrior because she loves her pack and loves saving the lives of her people.The members of the Night Walker Pack adored her but during her eighteenth birthday, something happened."The mouthpiece of the goddess said and pulsed,she looked at Ellen for any reaction before she continued,