Victoria Witch Novels & Stories

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.

I said to Maya. " What nonsense!! She just tried them we are taking them. " " They are damaged pieces, ma'am. " I said and Harry looked at me with surprise. " I didn't find any fault. " Maya said. " I will show you... " I said and pulled both the dresses out of Harry's hands and ripped them. " See they are damaged... " I raised my eyebrow at my sister. " Fine, we will select another one. " " Sorry, nothing is available in her size. "

Women were prohibited in Sehran at this hour but as the lady in his carriage demanded to meet master Xavier at any cost, the carriage man could not let her down at that. He was blinded by his greed too. "That's an early statement but I can still ensure your well-being!" Princess Rosemary who had her one leg upon the another while sitting charming inside the carriage spoke, she looked at the scenery of the church sliding the curtains a little as the man tensed up after hearing her voice again. The fact that every time she spoke, the carriage man always got weird chills down his spine... she always sounded so mysterious and rare. Maybe the carriage man was just too scared because she introduce

Victoria asked, her words shocking Nelson, who looked at Martha with a shocked gaze. "You tried to kill me because my birth reminded you of the illegal unethical spell that you guys did. It reminded you of the four lives that you took, right? It reminded you of the pregnant wolf you killed. It reminded you of your greedy self. It reminded you of how self-centered, evil, and cunning witch you were at the time when you killed that wolf. You hated that you became a selfish and evil witch, something you never wanted to. And I was a living reminder of all of it. So, you couldn’t bear the sight of it. Am I right? " Victoria said, standing straight now.

In the middle was herb garden, small glowing orbs floated around it as blue butterflies fluttered about happily. Gerwulf placed me at one of the tables and instructed me to remove my shirt. I carefully pulled my warm sweater off and awkwardly dangled my legs from the side. "A true witch is hard to kill. Hylda thought cutting her throat would do the trick, but nope," Gerwulf turned towards me with a small glass pot in his hand. He opened it and rubbed the salve onto the bite marks. "How do you kill a witch then?" "It's much more gruesome than that. You have to pierce the heart, separate the head, and burn the body. Otherwise they'll just heal. How fast depends on how much damage they take."

"How could it be, sister? It's only just a dream. And who is this Red Witch? I never heard of her." "Before healing in the mountains, the servants there were all locals in a nearby tribe," I state In my facts to make it a believable story. "The nurse, name Lita had told me about the Red Witch. She was vicious and cruel and drank blood from her victim and friends with all monsters. Initially, I was skeptical, but Lita had witnessed her killing her sister. Lita told me she fell in love with the man her sister was with and wished to be with him if only the sister were out of the picture. Her wishes came true as the Red Witch was drinking the blood of her sister as monsters all devoured the rest

, I assure myself sitting on my office chair turning on my laptop. Soon the dark screen was brighten up with the picture if aurora in which she is smiling innocently looking at the ducks in the pond. This picture of her was taken by Edward two years ago and I had to trade my favourite 70’s pocket watch with him for this picture. “Beautiful”, I murmur looking at her smile in the picture. Who knows the girl smiling and laughing looking all normal in between humans is not just a simple girl but my queen, the last witch on the earth who will hold all the powers of her ancestors in her petite body. The trauma she had to go by watching her parents killed in a massacre led by pack of werewolves in

Regina points out. We walk and I watch as a Victoria passes by on the side, running and tearing her dress further along the branches. The look of desperation from wanting to escape leads her to lift her dress higher and run. My wolves lock her up and after a while I pass by with a macabre smile. "I've already experienced this," I say, looking at the witches. - I know - they say - but we are showing you our memory - I heard a scream and watched the scene where Victoria was crying in pain and I stuck the damn knife deeper and I whispered to her.

Despite everything Victoria had done to us, I still couldn't believe she had ended up like this. We found a mark on her forehead, and Brett's eyes widened as he recognized it. "It's the witch's mark," he said, his voice low and serious. I felt a chill run down my spine as I stared at the mark. It was a symbol of the witch's power, a reminder of the danger that lurked in the shadows. "It's definitely her, I can smell the strong scent of sulphur all over her" Brett mumbled. I looked at Brett, my eyes wide with shock and fear. "What happened?" I asked, my voice shaking. Brett's expression was grim. "I think the witch realized that Victoria hadn't killed us," he said. "And she took matters into