Wanda Marvel Comics Novels & Stories

Wanda devises a plan. Wanda might be powerless, but she is still devious and cunning of them all. So they agreed to go with her plan.

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“They have been keeping company for so long, they are the reason I haven’t died of boredom.” The first to step forward is a young woman with sharp eyes and jet black hair, Wanda always told me that her whole family is culturally and continentally diverse because her aunts and uncles from her father’s side were all getting married to people from different part of the continents, so it’s not a shock that while Wanda is half American, half African, her cousin is half American, half Spanish. “This is my cousin, Isa. She’s the one I always rave about at work. She goes to NYU, final year.” Wanda says, gesturing at her.

The woman who had betrayed me with her innocent act. Wanda. She was a descendant of the Crescent Moon Kingdom all along!

I suddenly felt that Wanda was extremely pathetic as I looked at her contorted face that was filled with jealousy. Even though she had a happy family and immense power now, she was still miserable. The healers rushed into the room after hearing the commotion. They grabbed Wanda and said, "You're not supposed to cause a fuss in the clinic, miss. Please be quiet." I got to my feet and looked at Wanda, who was struggling against the healers. "You're a Luna. I'm sure you don't want the media to snap photos of you behaving like this and spreading it all over the news, right?"

“Do you remember Wanda?” He pauses, his fingers freezing mid-motion. “Wanda?” he repeats, the name falling flat, unfamiliar. I nod, forcing the word past the tightness in my throat. “Yes. She was your Luna.” He hums softly, distracted. “Was she?” I study his face, searching for any flicker of recognition but there is nothing. Not even confusion. Just a vague, polite curiosity. “She had brown hair. Curly, long and she is the pack doctor for the Northlands.”

I tilt my head up to the person who just talked. I narrow my eyes. "Who are you, by the way?" The woman smiles. She has curly black shiny hair. has a dark skin but is beautiful. "I was the leader of the witches in the real world. when we sensed that the royal blood soldier was in danger. We make a sacrifice to return here inside the prison box.Even if we knew that we couldn't go back if the royal blood soldier died in the hands of the hybrid. Wanda is a thousand-year old half-witch, wolf, and vampire. Who do we think has already escaped from his coffin? The underworld that all of the creatures back then jointly built was already collapsed. Our power detects that. And thank God that we decide

"What happened? Did my sister bully you again?" Wanda's reply came between sobs. "She's the CEO of Glen Corporation. How can she single me out over such a trivial matter?" In reality, Judy couldn't care less about what had befallen Wanda. In fact, she secretly relished in Wanda's misfortune.

"How the hell did she even get near the cords to try whatever she's trying? She's supposed to be with Alex and Jayden locating Kayla." "Perhaps now would be a good time to use that device you carry in your back pocket to call the others," the elf suggested. At the same time, Wanda collapsed on the floor, her screams turned to whimpers as it seemed the attack was over. She laid there, tears flowing from her eyes as she tried to regain her breath from the residual effects of the attack. Her body appeared relaxed, however, no longer pulled taut from the struggle.

Wanda, the head of the Curios Chamber in Javonbury, had arrived. She had such a domineering presence that the majority of the crowd found themselves unable to meet her gaze, save for a brave few. She was the embodiment of power, radiating the absolute authority that came with being the head of the Curios Chamber. "How beautiful! How did Wanda become even more enchanting? She's like a fine wine—perfectly matured and at her absolute peak!"