Victoria Witch Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

It would be utterly horrible and I didn't want my friend to go through that any longer. Victoria crouched down and grabbed Dorian's hand. Rubbing it softly, her eyes filled with warmth for him as she croaked out, "It had been hell to watch him in this state all this time. I can't do that any longer." She sniffled, "Please, do something and save him." Addy's eyes popped open and she shook Victoria's shoulders, "You're a witch. Don't you know any other witch who can lift off the spell?" Her voice cracked as she shook her head, "None as powerful as Asteria was. I don't know anyone who knows the reverse spell."

The voice of an old woman echoed in the room causing Alicia to snap her head toward the lady's direction, she had no idea when she came in. She was a bit old, with ginger hair. She was very beautiful, just like all the witches are. She looked way younger than her age, which Alicia could guess would be around 80 or something near that. The woman did not come alone, she had two other powerful women accompany her, or maybe they were also strong witches.

By the looks of Thomas and Sister Margaret, the idea was unanimous, and the new heroes of England had emerged. This is how the Victorian Society of Strange Occurrences was born.

After a moment, he nodded. "While we wait, let me try something," Victoria said, stepping forward. She hovered her hand over Mr. Redwood's injured leg, murmuring an incantation that made his muscles tingle and, with a sudden, strange force, the bone snapped back into place. He screamed in pain, but when he moved his leg, he realized it felt much better. "How did you do that?" His eyes widened in disbelief. Victoria shrugged, a proud smile spreading across her face. "I’m a witch."

she slurred, her voice barely above a whisper as her eyes fluttered closed. Rayden shook his head, arms folding more tightly across his chest. “No, he is not. And I advise you go to bed. Drinking yourself into oblivion won’t fix anything.” Victoria let out a broken laugh. “Why not? Why the fuck not?! I was supposed to be the one carrying his baby. Me! I made everything happen. I made the witch to shut his testicles, Ray. I was the one who came up with the idea of the potion. It was supposed to be me!” Her voice trembled, her hands shaking violently with fury and heartbreak. “I went through all that stress, all that planning—and then that slut, that useless girl took my place!”

This she-wolf was truly vicious, manipulating everyone and everything around her. Werewolf life meant nothing to her. Not my daughter's, not my mother's, not even her own daughter's if it served her purposes. "First, you bribed Connor Blackthorn to frame me and make Ethan misunderstand me," Victoria continued, her voice trembling with false emotion. "When that failed, you started spreading rumors that I'm not Little Orange. What are you trying to do?" I felt my control slipping, my wolf clawing to the surface. The audacity of this woman to stand there and accuse me after what she'd done to my mother!

Still, Victoria kept growling and fighting, wanting to get up, it was a bit hard holding her down, something was definitely wrong with her. Davina walked up to us, grabbed Victoria's hand, and pulled her long sleeves up. Davina let out a breath, "I knew it. She has been cursed." "What do you mean?", I asked Davina, not understanding, "Cursed? But how?" "The witch, you remember the words she was muttering?", Davina asked me and I nodded. "Yes, I do remember."

He chuckled and kissed the top of my head. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes again. Listening to his heartbeat gave me a sense of security, and right now I was seeking that sense. His heartbeat was still steady and strong. “Valerie is not for this generation.” He spoke in a very low voice. I clenched my jaw. “She was assigned to our pack as the pack witch by the late queen, Rubella’s mother, Queen Victoria. They said that Valerie was the strongest witch in their pack and also a strong opponent of Queen Victoria back then.”

Victoria smiled—fangs glinting, blood-tears shining. “Raven.” Raven shivered—delighted, overwhelmed. “Again.” “Raven.” Raven laughed—fuller this time, freer. Victoria pulled her close once more. The knights watched—silent, reverent. The rift was closed. Time had been stolen. But sound had been given back. And Raven Winterstar—necromantress, scion of Death, princess consort of Valros—heard the world for the first time in years. She held Victoria tighter.