Victoria Witch の小説・ストーリー

Licking her rotten teeth, the witch stared at him. “I'll rephrase. If you hurt him, our partnership ends!” Victoria threatened, making the dark witch laugh. “Wolf, don't be foolish. You're nothing to us. Less than nothing. So, the next time you threaten me,” the witch, with her huge nails, grabbed the she-wolf's chin, lifting her head forcefully, almost ripping it from her body. “Remember who has more power here!” Oliver roared, rising to go after them. The witch twirled her hands, disappearing along with Victoria, leaving the furious Beta standing there, roaring.

As Victoria knelt beside me, her touch gentle and reassuring, I watched her intently, my golden eyes locked onto hers. "You still haven't told me what you are," I spoke, my voice softer now, a mix of curiosity and vulnerability. A small smile played on Victoria's lips as she met my gaze. "I am Victoria," she revealed, her voice holding a hint of mystery. "I am both werewolf and witch, a fusion of two worlds." Surprise flickered across my features, my skepticism giving way to genuine intrigue. "Werewolf and witch? Such powers are rare, even among our kind," I remarked, a newfound respect coloring my tone.

“Something's wrong with her and the pack healer cannot figure it out. You are our last option. You are a witch. Can’t you figure it out.” "Come inside," she opens the door wider. “Lay her on the table.” I do so and when I lay her down and take a good look at her face, I see how pale she is, her eyes half closed. Without even hesitating, the old witch grab some herbs from a glass bottle and stuff them down Victoria’s throat. She nearly chokes but the old witch holds up a hand, preventing me from helping her, “Wait.” I see my mate’s throat move and once she swallows, she begins to regain colour.

Jackson and his friends waywardly went back inside the room and continued their ritual; it was only a matter of time before someone got a whiff of his this and went ahead and reported to the council. The witch council governed my old and arrogant wizards. It was almost midnight, and I needed to go home; I went back to the party in search of Christa, but she wasn't anywhere near the party grounds, and the more time I waited, the quicker everyone here got killed by the witch council ( the system).

"We've been tryi--" "Victoria," the woman interrupted, her voice cutting through the air like a sharp blade. Visenya was taken aback by the sudden interruption, but it gave her an opportunity to truly see the woman before her. Despite her malnourished appearance, Victoria possessed a striking beauty. Her long, straight black hair cascaded down her back, a stark contrast against her pale, porcelain skin. And those eyes, a deep crimson hue, unmistakably marked her as a vampire. The intensity of her gaze revealed a profound hatred, yet it also allowed Visenya to confirm her vampire lineage.

she said, her voice strained as she fought to control her emotions. "I didn’t want it to come to this, Nestor. But given everything you’ve said and all that’s happened, it’s not just us who are hurting—Victoria is suffering too," she added, her voice barely above a whisper. "Victoria and I have already separated, if that’s what you’re worried about! And for your information, Victoria's mother is a witch. That’s how she found out we were deceiving her daughter!" Nestor’s voice, usually so calm and composed, was now filled with raw anger.

He didn’t look at me. Didn’t look at Ariana. He stared only at the witch. “But nobody steals from me. Especially not a dried up old witch.” “Dried up?” she laughed. “Take a proper look, cursed king. I am Victoria. The beautiful queen of the dark witches.” “Makeup hides a lot of filth,” Zayn replied lazily. “After I’m done with you, there won’t be enough powder in the world to hide what I carve into your skin.”

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.”

She began to chant in a rough, throaty voice, swaying and jerking as if overtaken by something. Victoria, still keeping her cover, pretended to jot something down on parchment. Finally, the witch froze. Then, she exploded in rage, flipping over a burning brazier near her. "I warned you! No secrets! A huge shadow looms over your daughter! You lied to me! The spirits are furious! You've doomed us all!" She spat some black liquid onto the ground. The runes on the wall rattled and tumbled down. Victoria flung the parchment, covered in deep red "death" symbols, right at Stella's face.

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