Wanda And Natasha Novels & Stories

“This is as far as the rest of you go.” The six Guardians stepped forward. Cheyenne’s wolf aura crackled, Chelsea’s hands glowed with blue runes, Nalia’s phoenix fire shimmered like molten gold. Isolde’s eyes gleamed crimson in the sunlight, Tora’s dragon fire curled around her arms, and Serenya stood tall—onyx hair rippling, Solana’s spirit glowing faintly at her shoulder. The barrier rippled as they approached, but instead of resisting, it bent inward, pulling toward them like a tide recognizing its masters.

"Do you remember that baby that was stolen from a couple here in our town that night of the war?" I remained silent. "It's impossible for you to have a werewolf mate, Valerian. You know that." Victorio breathed deeply. "I think I know who stole that baby and we both know who was that baby right now." "Natasha. . ." I blurted out. "Natasha is our kind, Valerian. She is a vampire."