Victoria Witch Novelas e Histórias

"This has got to be the one T-bone was talking about before we shot him... At least we got a name." Keegs lit up his phone and began thumbing through the screen. "Got it. Lasses Birgitta. A Swedish Witch that, apparently, tried to raise the dead in a churchyard by using the stole of a priest. She confessed that she sold her soul to the devil, renounced God and was beheaded. Sounds just like the woman you want to bring home to Mom... Well, I would anyway," Keegs grinned.

Not with fear. With something else entirely. Something that traveled straight to my lower stomach. I kept talking, unaware she wasn’t listening anymore. “Now that your mother’s gone,” I said softly, “you’re the head of the realm. The head witch. And since her influence is gone… other witches like you can finally come out too. You’ll be—Victoria?” She wasn’t even looking at me. She was staring at my chest like she was thinking about doing very inappropriate things. Her breathing picked up.

asked the man with the blue hair at night. "Maybe," ⚛⚛⚛ "Phew I didn't think the star road was that far," Leo complained. "I told you we got on the bikes earlier," "Hey! I don't know! Who said on maps too short!" Maybe now Aza's ears will be buzzing when he hears the chirp from Leo who doesn't stop. "Ok, where is the house?" Leo asked. "I'll open the book for a bit ... my God! Maroon, Green and Brown cube witches are gathered nearby!" exclaimed Aza excitedly.

The woman hung limply in Ivan grasp, either unconscious or in shock. My throat tightened, my hands began to shake, and remnants of dark memories bit at my consciousness, wanting to burst forth and grip me. That’s how Viktor found me. Still motionless before the window. “Damn it,” he whispered. He took my wrist, his fingertips pressing into the soft flesh. His other hand tipped my chin up, forcing me to meet his gaze. “What did you see?” “ivan carrying a badly beaten woman,” I said tonelessly. Viktor shook his head. “Come,” he said, tugging me toward our wing. I resisted, needing answers. “viktor, what’s going on?”

I secured our pack house to protect the Omegas and the children who couldn't fight then I removed their spell from the wolves. They had already caused us to lose a lot of men and they seemed to be growing in number. I attacked with all my strength defeating four of the witches but they were still coming, I had to descend from the sky when I began to grow weak. I was using too much of my power as it was. I picked up a spear and continued my attack when I reached the ground, I watched as Declan was tearing people limb by limb and snapping them in two like twigs. I lost concentration for a second and as soon as I turned back, I was blasted away by a Witch.

It could go against Queen Victoria's place as the Queen of all vampires. It took Queen Victoria a few seconds to realise that her sister questioned her in front of all the vampire masters. It was supposed to be the place when Valeria was supposed to shut her mouth. She was supposed to know that Queen Victoria could never do anything to harm her sisters in any way. Queen Victoria was shocked yet again as Valeria stood up from her place and walked in front of the throne Queen Victoria was on. Princess Valeria was staring into Queen Victoria's eyes. That was the moment Queen Victoria finally realised the trick Winston had used against Queen Victoria. He brought Valeria to stand against Queen Vi

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.

“And the dragon?” My throat closed at the thought of its eyes—black, ringed with fire-red pupils, eyes that reminded me too much of her. “I don’t know,” I whispered. “Maybe it was her doing. Maybe she conjured it. We can’t know what kind of power a witch still carries—not when we thought they were all gone.”

at the utterance of 'witch' her eyes flared from green to black, the heavy wind rushed through Victoria as she felt her inside begin to hurt. "Ahh!" Victoria screamed out as the excruciating pain began spreading through her. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you here" the witch's voice boomed, from a sweet vulnerable tone to a vile corny one. "Be...because I have a video of you casting a...a spell if you kill me my friend will upload it and ac...cuse you of killing me the whole pack will be on the lookout for you" Victoria forced out as the pain brought her to her knees, it felt like a thousand bees with metal stringers had been dipped in hot larva and pierced vigorously at her c

She rejoiced that the collar was gone from her neck but now only fear could be seen in her small face. "A sorcerer" She murmured as she took a step back in a startle. Her last wish was to be taken in by a sorcerer, but her misfortune struck a jackpot and served her with the last boss who probably would want to use her as a sacrifice! She knew she had very bad luck and often met misfortune but today, this misfortune was a thousand, no a million folds worse than ever!