Wanda Vision Novels & Stories

We had coexisted peacefully with the humans, even though they didn't know our kind existed. "I hope things get better," I said sincerely. "Yeah, I hope so too." He put the jewelry back in my hand. "Keep it. You'll need it more in a new place. Lunch and your bus fare are on me." "But..." "You can pay me back next time if you ever come back. Or pass on the kindness to someone who needs it, okay?" I could only nod, my heart swelling with a mixture of sorrow and anger. I would destroy this treacherous queen. The woman who had betrayed me with her innocent act. Wanda. She was a descendant of the Crescent Moon Kingdom all along!

He apologized for accusing me of orchestrating the attack on him and his pack, but I told him that if he thought he owed me an apology, then he should double it for Agatha, and he agreed. Glinda shifted her gaze to me, “Wisps are spiritual elements. There are some possibilities, both good and bad. Among witches, wisps are being used to deceive others, to mislead other entities from achieving their goals, from reaching their destination, or prevent them from completing a mission,” she narrated. I listened to her attentively, making sure I didn’t miss any detail. “But wisps can also be used to our advantage. It all depends on who summoned them and what their intentions were. Everything is the

Wanda was a vision of breathtaking grace, her purple, form-fitting dress clinging to her body and highlighting every perfect curve. She carried the air of a classic femme fatale, her beauty surging forward like a tidal wave. Wanda's alluring crimson lips and captivating smile proved to be a formidable distraction, even for someone as disciplined as Ashton.

Kyra and her group are outnumbered. "Kill them," one of the witches cried out. "Shield," Kyra summoned a shield that blocked the witches from hurting anyone. Kyra's witch is using these spells with ease. Because she was nurtured by Wanda for 4 years, during which she absorbed the technique of these spells. The witches outside the shield are trying to break the shield with their spells. But they are all nothing when compared to Wanda's powers. No wonder Wanda became the queen. "Panic," Kyra whispered something and blew in the direction of the witches. Suddenly, chaos erupted all around. They fell all over themselves to run out of the door in panic. Kyra and the others moved aside.

If only he’d glance down once, he would recognize the battered, disgraceful woman as his own wife. But he didn’t. He merely swept a fleeting glance over me, kneeling on the floor, and paused for a moment before withdrawing his gaze. He was walking further away with his arm wrapped around Wanda. “Enough,” he said coldly. “Don’t recruit trash like this again. It’s an eyesore.” Wanda leaned against his shoulder, turning back to flash me a triumphant smile. She had recognized me all along. “Zanny, let’s go,” she said sweetly.

Now the order sat between us with the quiet weight of an Alpha's command. His gaze did not waver. I turned the page. 'The Scarlet Raven may know Pandora carries the blood of the Moon Goddess. They may call her the Goddess of War because I have permitted it. They will never know the name Lunaria whispered over her cradle. Polycaste belongs to the celestial realm. Pandora belongs to me.' Disgust tightened my stomach. "That is why the Raven never connected the arena fighter to me," I said. "They were searching for Pandora Seitz," Faolan replied. "A dead Alpha. Not a nameless fighter calling herself Polycaste."