Victoria Potter Novels & Stories

"Direct as always. Very well. I have something—or rather, someone—you might be interested in seeing." The camera panned, revealing a dimly lit chamber behind him. In the center, surrounded by a circle of silver chains embedded with glowing runes, knelt a woman. Her head hung forward, long brown hair obscuring her face, but there was no mistaking the delicate pointed ears visible through the tangled strands. Elisabeth Howlthorne. Victoria's mother. Alive, just as Victoria had sensed. My expression remained impassive, though inwardly Ronan howled with rage. "Am I supposed to be impressed that you've taken an fairy hostage? The Council will have your head for violating the treaties."

The air was charged with anticipation and excitement as he prepared to present an esteemed award to a deserving recipient—Lady Victoria, the head of the palace staff. Lady Victoria, known for her grace, wisdom, and unwavering dedication to the kingdom, had played a pivotal role in safeguarding the realm from various threats. Her expertise in witchcraft had been instrumental in protecting the pack and its citizens, thwarting dangerous schemes and ensuring the survival and prosperity of the kingdom.

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.

As she watched Layla fall further into her manipulative trap, her smile deepened. A few days ago, she had discovered that she had inherited this power. She was still mated to Damien so she was still manifesting powers that belonged to Luna. It was the power to manipulate people's minds and turn them into fanatical idiots who would spill all their deepest secrets to you. After trying it out multiple times, she found that it only worked on people who were at their vulnerable moment or just generally weak minded. She wanted more information so she targeted Layla who wasn't only close to William but had access to the meetings between the elders.

She whispered low, unintelligible words into the rising steam, her lips twisting with every dark syllable. "Now we require the final ingredient," the witch muttered, looking up. "The anchor for this spell." "Without it, the returning spirit will have no vessel to tether its dark obsession to." Right on cue, the side door of the chamber clicked open, and a young lady walked inside. It was none other than Victoria, her footsteps hurried but quiet against the stone. She was dressed in her standard royal attendant attire, but her eyes darted nervously around the room. She reached into the pocket of her apron and brought out a small, silk pouch with shaking hands.

he said, his eyes glinting with amusement. I couldn’t help but sniff, a mixture of pride and irritation swelling inside me. “That was the lady I purchased from the auction.” Vlan raised an eyebrow, leaning forward. “Ah, I see. She’s caught your attention.” I shrugged, trying to dismiss it. “It’s not like that. She’s just… a pet.” “Be careful, Viktor,” he advised, his tone shifting to something more serious. “You need to keep your emotions in check. This is dangerous for the family. We can’t show weakness.”

As she struggled to get out of their grips. "Who are you and what do you want? ” I barked. The girl seemed scared and helpless.” I’m Edriana Rose, witch of the sorceress’ circle, forced to become Rouge. ” she concluded. I looked at her, cuts and bruises were visible in her skin. She looked pale and starved. She must have been abused. "Penelope, get her treated and then bring her to me in my office,” I Said. She nodded and quickly took this Edriana wherever it was she was going.

I ignored him. “I heard whispers that you’ve been searching for a healer of great renown,” Victoria said suddenly, seating herself in one of the leather chairs and crossing her legs elegantly. Her fingers toyed with the delicate chain around her neck where the blue crystal hung. The sight of it stoked suspicion I buried deep. “I am,” I responded curtly, flipping through the patrol reports without glancing at her. “The Moonlight Savior. A healer of her power could elevate our pack’s standing considerably.”

A week ago, I would have enjoyed it but now, it just felt… sad. “Well, maybe I can add a little something to your paranoid nightmare,” I said, putting the juice down. “I did some digging. On Kate Grimwood. If you've heard about some witch living on the outskirts of the ciry..” That got his attention and his head snapped up. “Turns out our friendly neighborhood witch isn’t just Gerald’s sister but she’s the mastermind. She’s been pulling Victoria’s strings from the very beginning. Victoria thinks she’s this powerful independent queen but she’s just a puppet. Kate’s puppet.”

Victoria barely had time to react before she was surrounded, before silver shackles were being snapped around her wrists, before the weight of the chains burned against her skin, making her muscles lock, making her breath stutter. The silver was old, older than the Parson name, older than the High Council itself. Magic-laced. Designed to break wolves like her. A trap. Her mother had been prepared. Victoria snarled, struggled, fought, but the moment the chains were in place, her limbs gave out beneath her. Luther wiped the blood from his mouth, straightened, and turned to Lady Dana. “What do you want done with her?” Victoria barely heard the answer. Her gaze had already found Kenzo. He was st