Who Is Victoire In Harry Potter の小説・ストーリー

She says, “Don’t mind my human. She is a tough warrior, but a very shy female. Her name is Victoria and I am Lorette, her vampire.” I hiss a little at Lorette in my head as she says this about me. However; she was right, when it comes to fighting, I am brave and full of so much courage that some of the other high warriors think that I’m on the borderline of suicidal, but when it comes to dating or being on my own with a male other than my cousins or brothers, I am a total mess and avoid it whenever possible.

Queen Mother Fairy was the fearless leader and at the tip of the arrow. "Let's follow them, Vino!" Brie suddenly appeared at his side. She was wearing a costume that was very much alike to Nerida's. Its color was silver, too. Her heart-shaped face was framed with the helmet. Her diamond-studded sheath and sword was at her waist. "You're beautiful, Brie." Vino eyed Brie with admiration. In an instant, he became the warlock that she had adored. "Ooh, my handsome warlock!" She hugged him and kissed him on the lips. "I wish this war is not happening!" she whispered wistfully.

She was born with it. “But,” I continue, “I think there’s someone else. A second thread tangled into the prophecy. One we didn’t see coming.” Soren frowns. “A second vessel?” he asks. “Maybe not a vessel. More like a mirror.” He waits for me to explain. “Erik and Scarlett told me about an old friend of his, Victoria. She showed up at Häxa yesterday morning. Erik said she lit up a rune stone like it was a spark waiting to catch. She’s never had any magical power before. Not even a flicker. And now she’s soaked in it.”

And to my dismay, she was able to answer the equation without solving it on the board, and just like me, she computed the problem using her head alone, and I should say Victoria is a genius as well. "Very well done, Ms. Winner." The teacher said while she sank back on her chair, and I wanted to see her face. What has gotten into me? How can I tell Zane he was right? After all, this young woman would be the cause of my death. How could she be so perfect when I already hated her this much? And it felt so wrong, and there is no way I will tell the elders they were right about their description of Victory Winner.

Grandpa said. “However, you need to be careful, Zoe ! Zelda was a very powerful witch too. She gifted a six hooded snake to Victor. So, your powers are almost matched except that he has lost three mates and hence, three wolves already,” he added. “Grandpa, was killing the mates of my mate wrong ?” I lowered my head grimacing the fact that I must have hurt my mate.

Victor POV Wearing a black suit with a shorter length that elongated my body by revealing more of my legs displayed supremacy as I got in the carriage that was ridden by a white stallion. With me was my right hand and trusted friend, Aram and my best two warriors Zenith and Draco, the one with telekinetic power as the driver. As the stallion halted its pace in front of a dark wide and tall metal gate, Aram lowered his head while his hand slightly slid the closed wooden window. His keen eyes observed outside. After a while, he sat straight and stared at me.

he whispered into the wind before putting on his hat. "Rejoice Rubisviel, Orchid Butterfly Witch of the Dark Forest and descendant of the great phantasmal Pendragon." he opened his hand revealing the last bullet he had that can kill the witch made from the bones of the Demon of Death Thanatos where the witch's name was engraved. She had wittily destroyed his equipment and supplies making it more difficult to kill her but this will never deter him. What she did made him more excited to face her and take her life.

“You’re clearly not well. What you’ve been through — the ordeal of it — has done something to your mind.” Then I catch it. A scent drifting in from somewhere nearby — delicate and floral. Morwen. Her magic is a pressure in the air, quiet and dense and everywhere. The fog clouding my thoughts is hers. A psychic weight. A deliberate dimming. “No…” The word crawls out of me, barely recognizable. “I know… what you did.” Victor crosses the corridor toward me at a pace that suggests he has all the time in the world. He lowers himself into a crouch until his cold hazel eyes are level with mine. There is nothing behind them that could be mistaken for mercy. Only certainty — complete and undisturbed.

The sight twisted something deep inside him. "Gloria, you're so damn dumb," Victor said aloud, staring into her captured eyes. She wore a stunning ivory gown that hugged her natural hourglass figure perfectly, her waist-length brown hair cascading in soft waves, her sweet smile lighting up the room like sunshine. He couldn't deny it—she'd been exceptionally beautiful that day, ethereal even.