Wanda Maximoff Novels & Stories

A black haired woman who looks in her early thirties walks towards us. The wrinkles around her eyes giving her off to the fact that she'd be a lot older than that. Is that Xavier's mom? She looks kinda familiar, like she is. No, she can't be, its impossible. But... She does looks like her, almost like... "Mom." I call out loud as she gets nearer. She takes a close look at me, her eyes sky rocketing out of their respective sockets. "Honey." She gasp in shock. Its her, its really Mom.

But, she’s also my mate, the female Beta of the Crimson Snow Pack, a strong warrior who balances that strength with a kind and energetic spirit, the mother of our two pups, and the most breath-takingly beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. “Hello, my love.” I say, my face breaking out into a huge grin when I see her walk through the door. That’s part of her magic – even with the craziness of vampires potentially threatening our pack, she can always make me smile simply by walking into the room. When we got the call from Scarlett that it looked like vampires had been at our southern border and to keep everyone inside, my mate jumped into full-on Beta mode, helping me strategize who should s

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

Several times, she reached out to knock on the heavy wood, only to pull her trembling hand back. Suddenly, the heavy doors opened from the inside. "Come in!" The person opening the door was Wanda. She was dressed in luxurious clothes, every single strand of her hair styled flawlessly. Two omega maids stood behind her, carrying exquisitely wrapped gifts. Clearly, she had fully reclaimed her status as a noble Luna. Wanda stared down at the haggard she-wolf with lifeless eyes standing before her. The woman's pheromones were thick with a bitter despair that seemed to make the very air around them heavier.

I bring out a paper from my pocket and hand it to him, a brown skinned woman with long braids smiling. “Damn Alisha, are you following these people?” there’s horror all over his face. “Stalking is a punishable offense.” I wave my hand to dismiss whatever topic is brewing in his head. “I want to eliminate Wanda first; do you think you can do it as soon as possible?” At first he looks uncomfortable, but then he shoves both the paper containing the names and addresses, with the wrinkled photograph into his pocket. “Whatever,” I feel guilty lying to him but the real reason why I want Wanda dead is because she’s friends with Arya, and perhaps if her dear friend gets injured, Arya and Devon will r

Yes, please. “It's because you are the Alpha of the pack. The best Alpha recorded in history. The only wolf to ever get close to the Lycan Lord and survive. The only wolf to lose her wolf and get it back. The only Alpha to lead the greatest people in battle — even though most of them ended up betraying you but that made you stronger. You never stayed down. And you rose to become the moon warrior. And all this things you achieved being the one thing people didn't expect anything from — a woman. So tell me isn't all this achievement enough to shut the strongest man of all times?” “I know, mother,” I let out a sigh. “It's just that the villagers will only see me as a woman.”

Of all the beauty, hers was the most divine. Her purple eyes gleamed with her grey armor as she rose from the ashes, did her purple gaze shine with her tears or her enemy’s blood? They were afraid to call her by her name……. Athena. I am Athena Raven Lark, and this is my Story.

I nodded slowly. “Yes. It broke me. Every day I wanted to come after you, to find you. But I couldn’t pull you into that storm. It wasn’t safe. Not until I destroyed every hand Mariah and her uncle played with. I have power across borders, Baby but in times of battles, your friend becomes your enemy. I didn't want to trust anyone with your safety so I had to act as though you were just another whore to warm my bed." “And you never came to explain.”

I said with my head held high, "the name's Annabelle Siromani. Do you have a problem with that?" "I can't believe this", he said, folding his arms across his chest. This was starting to annoy me. "What can't you believe?" I asked. "You just can't be Basha Siromani's daughter," he said. "Have you taken a look at yourself? You wear glasses. What's next? Braces? You just don't fit the description of a billionaire's daughter." I shook my head. "You mean I don't fit the description you formed in your head", I pointed out.

she asked, her voice soothing. Isla took a moment to gather her thoughts. "I’m... okay, I guess. Just trying to wrap my head around everything. How about you? How do you balance being a werewolf and a model?" Miranda chuckled lightly, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. "Modeling is my passion. I love the creativity of it, the way you can express yourself through fashion. Being a werewolf, though, that’s my duty to the Lockwood pack. It’s part of who I am.”