Wanda Elf Novels & Stories

Pandora Being named after the one woman who unleashed the darkness and evil beings into our world just simply opening a box has never been easy, especially when I need to meet new people. They hesitate to talk to me and even look at me or towards me. I've heard rumors that I'm a witch's hybrid with a wolf, that I was cursed when I was born, and even that I was cursed because I tried to seduce the mate of a powerful witch, but none of this is true, and it also makes no sense, I never crossed the boundaries of the lands of the pack. But even if these unfounded rumors amuse me, after all, we realize how far people's imagination scans, I have my responsibilities, such as: doing my homework, afte

Millie's heart stopped. Stefan and Wanda were upstairs. At that moment, the door to the private room opened, and Wanda emerged. She looked down at Millie with a glint of provocation in her eyes. Behind her, Stefan draped a jacket over her shoulders. She immediately put on a gentle demeanor. "Stefan, I like this one. You know how much of my soul I've been pouring into fashion these days. I need one of Elara Voss' works." "She would be honored that you like her art."

Right in front of one of the deadliest wolves in all the land. “Ten?” I asked, shocked at the amount. “Yes, ten,” Leopold replied rather smugly. “You are asking for my daughter’s hand in marriage, after all. And our packs aren’t exactly friends.” “Ten it is,” I said with a smile, extending my hand out ready to shake his. But he just stared at it. “I’m not done,” Leopold growled in annoyance. “My daughter is worth far more than ten shipments of weaponry.”

he said and my interest piqued on hearing that. “What could that be?” I asked eagerly. I couldn't wait to see Eli's reaction when I informed them we were freed. “A child,” he said. “Bear a child for me and you are free to leave with your people as soon as you give birth.” Huh? I couldn't be hearing right. He wanted a child with a witch? There were so many things wrong with that request. Wolves and witches didn't see eye to eye, not talk of interbreeding. “Why? Why not your were-women?” I asked, suspiciously.

He knows that I am also worried about my child, that I do not wish for them to face the same ostracization that Emily has gone through ever since she stepped foot into the spotlight as my partner. “I do know of one person who can help,” Daniel finally speaks up, our eyes meeting once again. I sit up in my chair, leaning forward to help me hear better. “There is a witch that knows how to help heal a dormant wolf. I believe her name is Wanda, but I am not sure off the top of my head. I can give you her information once I get home so you can contact her yourself.” “Thank you so much,” I breathe out, feeling the weight of this responsibility slowly slip free for my shoulders. “It really means a

I took a deep breath and continued, “But I do have one favor to ask. Can I please have some wolfsbane?” She looked back up, meeting my eyes, studying me, and cocking her head to the side. While she was human, Hugo told me that she knew about our kind. He and my mom were not the only werewolves she employed. “What do you need wolfsbane for?” “It’s personal.” I wasn’t telling her shit. “What form do you want it in?” “What forms does it come in?” “The two most common are dehydrated and a concentrated liquid—usually we sell the liquid form in darts.”

What color would her fur be? Lia positioned herself on the carpet about six feet from him, arms at her sides, a naked goddess with her lustrous mane of hair and her hazel eyes flecked with gold. She looked at him for a long moment then closed her eyes, let out her breath, and began to turn in a circle. Yes, it was exactly as it had been with Mike, the air around spinning. As she moved faster, the air became a blur, a thick cloud surrounding her until suddenly it stopped, fell away, and Riley gasped. A gorgeous white wolf stood in her place, with a sculptured head and a majestic body.

You could say they almost seemed scary, if Nadira didn't know who they really were. The girl on the left with long snow-white hair has a different eye color. Her right eyeball was brown, the result of the donation she got as a result of Nadira's past actions. There was a scar running across the eye. Meanwhile, her healthy, real left eye is black. This best friend is a wolf-shiftergirl… a countryman with the murderous gang that Nadira once slaughtered.

Sometimes, I wished I were back in the countryside, chasing other wolves, rolling in the grass without a care. I sighed. Maybe I was still too immature and still clinging to the past that was no more. Then, walda interrupted my wandering thoughts. “So, pups and Alpha Brandon, now it’s your turn.” I glanced over at Wanda, the old witch from the Berliner Dome. She was about to get serious again— I could see it in her eyes. She had that wild look again. Tonight had been… a lot. She’d made a magic pond, made a bird lay a golden egg, and some bizarre light show from this pony-boy named Alaric. Saved Beatrice from death’s door…

Gwen gave all of them their tasks and they complied without a hitch while Giselle, Leah and Wanda followed Gwen into the woods, away from the clearing. "Can you two just warm up for a while without doing anything lethal? I need to talk to Wanda." Gwen asked her sisters who readily agreed looking at each other challengingly. "What's wrong Gwen?" Wanda asked once they were away from the two. "Wanda? Did your wings come out?" Gwen bluntly chased the topic, making Wanda flustered. "I...Wh...um...no?" Wanda meekly answered. "I guessed it. It's fine. I know fairies grow their wings as soon as they reach the age five just like how wolves have their first shift at the age of four." Gwen said and kno