Wanda Zatara Novels & Stories

he said and Zia ran to the fountain in the middle of the ground "How are you will, it's been a long time" Walt asked "I am good" Walt is an A-class teacher who specializes in eye magic he has the power of mind control and can also see the magic potential in others and what kind of power they possess "is she your daughter?"Walt asked and Charles laughed hard will hit Charles on his head **oww** "no, she is Althea's daughter" "Althea? ...the same Althea you were obsessed with all your college life ?" he asked confusedly

I squinted my eyes suspiciously but immediately composed my facial expression when her gaze met mine. "Nice to meet you Luna Aurora." She says with a wide smile but I can say that it's a fake one. I also flash a fake smile at her. But showing it as genuine as I can. I look at Levi for some explanation and he understands immediately what I want from him. "She's Scarlet Witch. A famous Witch from the witch clan. Though witches and werewolves are enemies but she's different. She has helped us many times. We are very grateful to her." Levi says and I look at Scarlet. So she's a powerful Witch. But why is she here suddenly? Is there any specific reason for her sudden visit? Or am I overthinking?

Zuri turned her back on the howling, newly forged monster, walking slowly back down the aisle of terrified, cowering men. Her mind drifted back to the massive, scarred woman sleeping in her bed hundreds of feet above. Mwajuma. The Earth-Breaker. Zuri let out another quiet, mocking laugh. Mwajuma was the greatest gift the Door could have ever given the Matriarch. The Vanguard was skilled, yes, but their magic was genuine, uncorrupted, and therefore easily exhausted. Maintaining the illusion of the "Sacrifice of Purity" required careful management. But Mwajuma? She possessed the raw, endless power of a tectonic plate, and the emotional intelligence of a wounded dog.

"Ever since you banished him to the borderlands, these reports have been circulating! It has to be him. Who else has that specific brand of sadistic flair? Look at the humans! Those are werewolves marks! Bane sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "You do realize that to gain access to the human realm, you need all three keys. I have one hidden safe in my vault and the others are guarded among other creatures across the realms, there's no way Zephyr would be able to-" He stopped mid sentence then frowned. "Unless that sneaky little bastard found a way in."

No hesitation. She leads the way. Damian follows behind us. The witches waiting at Marcus’s property are older. Most of them. Some look like regular mothers. Others look like what people expect witches to look like. Long skirts. Heavy fabrics. Dark colors. One of them steps forward. She is dressed in deep burgundy velvet. Her smile is bright when she sees Zara. “You must be Zara Vance,” she says. “First female Alpha in years.” “That we know of,” another witch adds.

My voice trembled. "There were nights I cried myself to sleep wondering what I had done to deserve being hated by the people who were supposed to love me most, I believed every cruel word, I really believed I was nothing." " I took a slow breath. "But you were wrong." I turned slightly, looking at Oliver before smiling through my tears. "The Moon Goddess had already written a different future for me." I looked back at them. "The same girl you called worthless is standing here today beside the kindest, most powerful Alpha this pack has ever known, as his Luna, I am no longer the worthless Lilith, I am Luna Lilith."

I didn’t know which of them was my real fated mate. Suddenly, the door slammed open. Cassandra stood there with two of her wolves behind her. Her eyes were full of hate. “I knew you were hiding a secret,” she snarled, hissing repeatedly. “You and your evil secrets.” Scarlett stepped in front of me, frowning at Cassandra. “Leave my daughter alone, you devilish woman!” Cassandra laughed and flew fast toward my mom, her claws hitting straight on my mother’s arm. “I want to make sure she dies. She is the devil here!”

Inviting Jason and his mate Thalia in, I politely asked her to take a seat. Thalia's presence brought a sense of calm to the room. Her confidence and poise were evident as she began to speak, elucidating the complexities surrounding Amara's true nature. I listened intently, absorbing each detail she shared, and it became clear that Amara was no ordinary wolf. She was a hybrid, a remarkable fusion of wolf and witch, destined for greatness if unbound appropriately.