Victoria Witch Novels & Stories

Curse of a Mystic "This sucks!" Victoria shivered, wrapping her arms around her waist. She was standing beside a desolate road, in the middle of nowhere, in the dark. And it was freezing. Her breath came in puffs as the cold air nipped at her exposed skin. Not twenty minutes ago she'd been standing in the warm night of Seattle, watching as fireballs rained down from the sky. After the first explosion she'd been snatched up like a sack of potatoes and handed over to a beautiful witch with white hair. Despite the chaos, the witch had been grinning from ear to ear, pushing Victoria to stand on top of a set of symbols drawn into the dirt.

“That's the only way she could have killed those guards so easily by taking away their ability to heal. I shook my head. “But she is a werewolf. Besides I have never seen her do anything witchy,” I replied and he rolled his eyes. “Not all witches wear pointy hats and use crystals or candles. And besides, it was all part of the act for her. Why I believe she might be a witch is because of her connection with the seer. I'm not sure Victoria paid the seer with money to lie to us. When I found her, she didn't look like she just got paid. She was in a dingy apartment, wearing threadbare clothes,” he explained.

Humans might not possess magic, but they don’t carry a curse either. What is Princess Avalea doing here? Most Venusian Witches wouldn’t even be caught dead in this hut. At that, my heart skips several beats. What if she is dead? My hands and feet go cold as I inch forward until I’m touching the edge of the pallet. I bend over close to her face to check if she’s breathing. And that’s when she turns around and opens her eyes. Her eyes, the color of spun gold, are wide and filled with terror. Her mouth opens into a silent scream as she scoots away from me until her back hits the wall.

Victoria I never thought my eighteenth birthday would be the day I'd have to fight for my freedom, but here I was, in a nightclub called "Devil's Lair," searching for a man who could help me escape my fate. My name is Victoria Howlthorne, a wolf-human hybrid born to the once-powerful Howlthorne pack. With my father's pure wolf blood running through my veins alongside my human mother's legacy, I should have been cherished. Instead, I became a commodity.

The hall was too large, Victoria’s attack too widespread. Six wolves fell, their bodies convulsing as dark magic consumed them from within. “Stop!” I screamed. “You are killing your own people!” “They stopped being my people when they betrayed me!” Victoria’s eyes glowed red, just like Morgana’s had. She had gone too far into darkness. There was no reasoning with her now. I had to end this quickly before more died. I gathered my power and struck, silver light lancing toward Victoria. But Marcus intercepted it, his own magic creating a shield. I had not known he could use magic at all.

I begged. Victoria sighed and sat down at the foot of my bed. I’d never seen her look so unlike a Queen. Her hair was wild, unbound as it usually was. Her eyebags rivaled Valentin’s and she looked puffy from tears. I watched her eyes flutter shut as she sucked in a deep breath. “There was a prophecy,” she started, voice low. “When you were born. Of a wolf who could take down the vampires.” “Take them down?” I interjected. “I thought you and Valentin had already killed most of them and imprisoned Renatus.”

Which told me she was in great pain. Just where the hell did, she get so much power? “That is not the power of an alpha, not alpha can do such damage. She…” I cut the witch off, no, it couldn’t be. Victoria was just an ordinary woman. “Don’t say it, they have not been seen in a hundred years. She couldn’t be one.” I refused to even entertain the thought. “I think the witch is right, only a white wolf, a descendent of the moon Goddess herself could do something like this.” The seer said going closer to the windows to inspect them.

“No. This cannot be.” People began to look at us. Victoria turned to them. “She did something to him.” My blood went cold. “She is a witch,” Victoria said, louder now. “I knew it. I always knew there was something wrong with her. The daughter of traitors has been hiding in this house and using witchcraft against the future Alpha.” “That is not true,” I said. Her hand struck my face before I could say more. “You dare deny it?” The hall began to stir around us. Wolves moved closer, whispering the words they had always wanted to say. Witch. Traitor. Curse. They passed from mouth to mouth so quickly that, within seconds, it no longer sounded like an accusation. It sounded like a verdict.

Kristi moved toward the row of spruce, separating the boughs with her hands and getting ready to step to between them. Three shadowy figures moved easily through the dark woods, heading south and east. There were few paths here, but they weaved their way effortlessly among the leafless trees, making almost no sound. They could have moved faster—much faster—but they had no need for haste. The leader was a woman, short in stature, with full lips and black hair cut just below her chin. She looked to be in her twenties, but she was older, much older. Her name was Victoria, and she was nearly four hundred years old. She was a vampire. Victoria had been turned by an eccentric Austrian nobleman in