Wanda Maximoff Novels & Stories

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.

Too many enemies were circling, but I wasn’t about to show weakness. Not in business, not in war, and not in front of my family. I still needed to take care of Scar. The fucker had gone hiding. I would pay him a visit for what he did to Katherine. Touching a woman in my world was a crime but touching my woman? He had dug his own grave. A knock broke my thoughts and Dahila stepped in. He was supposed to be with them. “Boss,” he said, bowing slightly. “There is something you should know. Miss Katherine… she dismissed your assistant.”

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.”

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

Max being a royal didn't want to be friends with people introduced to him by his parents, but wanted to make one out of his own will and Gia was the only one who matched his craziness. On the other hand, Wanda was a shy kid trying to be taken advantage of by others because of her status. She never befriended anyone even though so many people had approached her. With Giselle, she somehow felt at ease and trusted her and was happy with her decision of being friends with the omega wolf.

Max smiled when he saw Maya. " Uncle Max, I need your help, " Maya said but then she remembered she can not tell Max about Roy; at least not now when she is not sure if he is playing with her or is serious. " I need glasses, doctor said it will help with headaches as I am not taking any medicines, " Maya said with a blank expression. " Give the slip to me, I will send someone to get the glasses, " Max replied. " No... Uncle Max I ... need them, Headache is bad, " Maya bite her lip; she never lied this much ever before.