Wanda Vision Fanart Novels & Stories

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

The same prompt tone echoed in her phone's receiver. "The number you are trying to reach is temporarily unavailable..." She stood frozen, holding the phone, her mind in turmoil. Though she had not known Wanda for long, she was well aware that if anyone in the entertainment industry could remain untainted, it was Wanda. She had maintained a clean image since her debut, never engaging in a romantic relationship, let alone drugs. Who was framing her? Why were both she and Kelvin unreachable at the same time? What on earth had happened? Even more concerning, if Wanda's image suffered a severe blow, the impact on New Chesire Group would be profound. The endorsement of the Crystal Elegance Skin se

With a grin, Wanda announced, "Grandma Mary, I've brought you a little something." She unveiled her prized painting of a turtle, a symbol of long life, with a flourish that caught everyone's eye. Mary could not stop raving about the gift, insisting with heartfelt warmth that Wanda join them at the table. Wanda's smile flickered as she turned around, but it froze when her eyes landed on Neil. She quickly thought about joining Helma, but there they were, Helma and Cole, cozied up together. Wanda's eyes widened in shock as she stared at Helma, her mind racing with questions. What was going on here?!

He is patiently waiting for the power couple to settle in. Soon, the sketching begins. Wanda however does not feel comfortable and she shifts severally. The artist pauses, and Milos looks at her, worried. She assures him that she is fine and that she is only experiencing some cramping. They continue the session, assured that all is well. How dead wrong they are.

she grabbed her hand and took her with her. She opened her wardrobe and there were so many clothes. Wanda was a shopaholic; she buys every new collection of clothes. Mostly she never wore it. She took out a violet dress. It was a very beautiful cross-back dress. “Here, this will look so beautiful on you, exactly like your eyes,” she said, smiling. “Thanks, Wanda but trust me I am not really in the mood,” she said exhausted. “You are a pack member and your stupid ex-member who call herself Luna and your idiotic mate is here and I don’t want them to look down upon our beautiful pack member,” she said dramatically.

Hopefully. In the house, Wanda finished what was on her plate and did the dishes before going to her bedroom to finish packing, she was finally going to leave Elliot's home. Their ill-fated relationship was coming to an end but she also had mixed feelings about it. She was glad she didn't have to see him every day and wallow in pain because she couldn't have him but she was sad because she wouldn't see him again. Wanda wished Elliot well, even though she had gone through a lot emotionally, she hoped he got what he rightfully deserved and that he would be happy, she was on the verge of achieving her dream of being an artist, even if she had cried a lot while she was with him, she was able to

The voice said and the light grew bigger and brighter almost blinding Wanda. The rest gasped as they saw Wanda being surrounded by a white light. Wanda smiled as she felt the power seeping through her and accepting her by mixing with each and every single fiber of her being. She felt tingles on her back and gasped when she felt something breaking through her. Wings! When she opened her eyes, she heard flapping sounds and looked back to see her wings sprouted out in the most beautiful colour of purple-blue and were bigger than most fairy wings.

“Eeww.” Antipathy wrinkling her perfect visage, Wanda coldly stated, “I am the hammer, you are the anvil.” She flicked his uncircumcised half hard cock with the bullwhip. “You really are a ghastly little specimen.” Wanda carefully placed the candelabra down to the side of the Captive so he was clearly lit and dropped the bullwhip on his feet. She took a candle and held the flame near the tip of his cock, just close enough so he feels intense heat but it doesn’t burn his cock. The Captive tried to cross his legs but succeeded only in pointing his knees at each other. Madame Wanda’s derisive laughter echoed around the chamber.

**Seeing Visions** Aria had been graced with extraordinary visions, mystical gifts bestowed upon her by the ethereal Moon Goddess, for several weeks. These visions had danced in and out of her consciousness, often cloaked in enigma and bathed in luminescence. The fleeting images that flashed before her eyes and the whispers that reverberated within her mind felt like elusive shadows, just beyond her grasp. However, in recent days, the frequency of these mystical glimpses had surged, transforming from disjointed fragments into vibrant, vivid tapestries of possibility.

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