Wanda Maximoff Novels & Stories

Wanda screamed with anger. Everyone understood why once the blood cleared all the mud off Mona's body. "Princess Mona?" the witches gasped with shock. Wanda frowned. She summoned a mirror and took a good look at the body she claimed. "No, how is the possible? Why is this Mona's body? Where is Kyra?" Wanda thrashed the mirror with anger. Mona's body is not strong enough to hold Wanda's full potential. Only Kyra's body is. That's the reason Kyra was isolated and targeted for two decades waiting for this day. When this day finally arrived, Wanda ended up Mona's body instead.

"What do you mean?" She looked away, shame on her face. "It’s time you knew the truth... about your real name. About your powers." I stepped back slowly, heart pounding. "Mom... what are you talking about?" She sighed. "Your real name... isn’t Julianna. It’s Wanda. Wanda Chronos." My knees nearly gave out. And everything changed.

Hudson corrected with an eye roll. “ Storm was the leader of the Golden ream, the X- force, the Morlocks and Queen of Wakanda. She has the ability to control the climate and atmosphere using the Earth’s own electromagnetic field as a source of her power. She can modify the temperature of the environment, control all forms of precipitation, humidity, generate lightning and other atmospheric phenomenon, including creating tornados, storms, blizzards and hurricanes… “ Jean Gray one the other hand is considered the highest female Omega mutants. Her high level of telepathy (ability to read and control minds) and telekinesis ( ability to move things around with one’s mind).

"More pancakes, Amora? That Alpha pup is going to need every calorie to fuel those growth spurts. You’re eating for a future King now!" Susan Wayne, Oscar’s older sister and the pack’s lead healer, beamed as she slid another stack of golden-brown pancakes onto Amora’s plate. Susan was a whirlwind of earthy energy, bright-eyed, steady, and completely unimpressed by the stiff, high-society protocols Amora had lived under for years. To the Wayne Pack, Amara wasn't a billionaire’s discarded wife; she was a protected female carrying a sacred weight.

HELLO EVERYONE! It’s been one hell of a ride in the past couple of weeks, with RISE OF THE DARKFORCE having started back in August 2021. Highschool teen/superhero Natasha Johnson a.k.a the Viper, has gotten into Senior Year with her best friend Cassie and her other friends; Lucas, Carmen, Marcus and Henry. A new kid then joins the class (Xander) and as time progresses, Natasha is already dating him and things are going swell for them except for Lucas who seems not so pleased by this.

She seemed to be behaving oddly, and I only just realized. “What do you mean by that?” “Well, if you must know, I am Gina, the daughter of Alpha Zane Arnold and the destined mate of the Lycan Alpha.” “What on earth are you saying, Diane?” “Do you not understand it? I'm the Scarlet Witch fated to the Lycan, what more do you need to hear?!” Diane yelled at me, causing me to gasp in surprise. “You aren't the Scarlet Witch! What are you talking about?”

“Girl, you look damn hot! Are you sure you’re that witch girl from Harry Potter and not a slutty version of Scarlet Witch?” “Her name is Miss Hermione Granger,” I told Trish, rolling my eyes. “Plus I’m not a redhead. Can’t be Scarlet Witch even if I want to unless you got a wig stashed somewhere for me to wear.” “Don’t think I’m a nerd but even I know that before she became Scarlet Witch, she was Wanda Maximoff and she was a brunette just like you,” teased Trish with a wink. “Anyway, what do you think?” She did a little twirl then looked at me over her shoulder, her brows wiggled as a mischievous smile formed on her red lips.

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

you will say. She stared at me. “It is still strength that you think is the answer, isn't it?” If you're asking yourself what else do I have to do? "His trust." I frowned. "What?" She smiled. Xander has faith in his own people; he knows his warriors will keep his family safe. I stared at her. Would you like them to be used again? I want you to be aware of his weakness. I shook my head. Now the warriors are frightened. “In that case, use someone who he does not suspect.”

Logan The phone vibrates against the console, the screen lighting up with an unknown number. My chest tightens. Every nerve in my body and mind screams at me to answer it. “Hello?” my voice is sharp, strained, already on edge from hours of searching for my missing wife. “Logan.” The voice slithers through the line, low and measured. Recognition flares, and my stomach twists. Wanda. “What the hell did you do with her?” the words rip out of me before I can think. Rage surges hot, bitter, and unrelenting. “If you hurt her, I swear—”