Wiccan And Speed Novels & Stories

Perhaps her parents would still be here and not a faint memory. Maybe Eden would have been raised as a full-Wiccan instead of always feeling like an outsider. It didn’t matter in the long run. She was not Crystal. She had no intention of languishing for want of anyone, not even her fated match. Where werewolves had mates, Wiccans had fated pairs or matches. It was the same principle as a mate but based on a Wiccan’s magical instincts. The magical connection that came with meeting your fated match wasn’t something that could be faked and everyone was taught from a young age to trust their magical instincts above all things.

I mocked. Woods found my invitation alluring. The way he ran his claw against his hairy chest, showed this old creep was visualizing this situation into a sexy point of view. Horny bastard. "I'm going to enjoy this," He spoke deeply, placing both hands down. In a flash, Woods came at me. His hands aiming for my shoulders, ready to slam me flat. Honestly, Woods speed can't be read easily by any normal werewolf. He's an Alpha. And when you're in that rank, it's like a higher power from above, increases your strength, making you stronger than any other rank.

They pursued me with relentless speed, weaving through the trees like shadows in pursuit. I roared my motorcycle's engine, echoing the adrenaline coursing through my veins. "You think ambushing me is a smart move?" I taunted, with a voice cutting through the wind. I can see that the vampires, undeterred, closed in, their inhuman speed allowing them to keep pace with my speeding bike. I gripped the hilt of the silver dagger strapped to my thigh. With a swift motion, I unsheathed the weapon, its silvery blade catching the sunlight. "Let's dance," I declared, channeling my lycan strength into my every move.

Aiden drove toward the garage hallway at an extremely slow speed, but his mouth kept going. “Tomorrow I’m showing it to Milo. Milo says his scooter is the fastest, but he’s lying. His scooter is blue and the wheels are small. My car is black. Black is faster.” “Color does not determine speed,” I said. “It determines aura.” I stopped halfway through taking off my cardigan. “Aiden,” I said slowly, “who taught you the word aura?” He didn’t answer. “Sebastian on YouTube,” Elma said. “His name is SpeedKingSeb,” Aiden corrected. “He reviews Lamborghinis.”

*Whoosh* Mane’s figure travelled through the sky with lightning speed. To those down below he was a shooting star; a beam of light streaking through the sky on this sunny day. Rays of sunlight fell upon his travelling figure, filling him with even more strength. Like a tireless bull he flew for over an hour, showing just how far away the village was. Aurora flew right next to her Lord. As a Wraith with a spiritual body, Mane’s speed wasn’t difficult for her to emulate. She just tethered herself to him via a spiritual cord and allowed her master’s speed to fill her as well. This was a vastly useful skill. Unfortunately it could only be used on people like Mane who had great spiritual strength

~ E V E R E T T ~ ‘Right, I think it’s time to give up. It’s not working,’ Amelia rested her fists on her hips, panting. Leaning against a tree, I shook my head, ‘If you harness that inkling of the wolf speed you have now, you’ll be able to control it so much better when you’ve got the full power.’ She rolled her eyes. Using my wolf speed, I appeared in front of her in an instant, ‘Roll your eyes at me again,’ I held her chin, ‘and I’ll show you exactly why you’re going to need that wolf speed.’

Lucas The velocity of his hard body met the wind from his extreme morning run through the dense forest bordering the Lycan Pack from his. And by run. He meant 2700 mph -- one hundred times the speed of the fastest human. No one can compete with the Vampire King though, he can outrun them all. That fucker rivals the speed of light. Lucas had to exorcise this frustration in his body and he had to see his Argetlam. The day won't be complete without getting a glimpse of her. Possibly spend time in her company.

I warned him. “Now speed off!” Selene chipped in. “What?! How?” I said, walking faster in that effect. “No, not like that!” She said. “You are a werewolf, are you not? If he could speed up to catch up with you, you can do the same to ditch him!” “Heck, I could do that?” Selene rolled her eyes. In response, I could see her do that. She made sure of it. “Bye!!!” Was my last comment to Lucas.

Irina nodded as a respond to Diaz’s question. “As a witch we can move faster than ordinary human. Every young witch trains to find their speed, and so do you.” Irina nodded lightly. “Now, stay back and watch!” First, Diaz took three steps, like he was walking. The next second his step landed on a tree’s expose root five feet away from Irina. He turned his head facing Irina and winked at her. Irina watched Diaz moved from tree to tree in a flash. Sometimes she could only watch where Diaz hand once had touch. Her drowsiness had gone now.

Super Speed: A non-Original werewolf-vampire hybrid's intensified quickness, agility, reflexes, and endurance makes them faster than any werewolves, evolved werewolves, non-Original vampires, supernatural hunters, immortals and humans. Non-Original werewolf-vampire hybrids can use this ability in human or werewolf form. As with strength, non-Original werewolf-vampire hybrids get faster, more wise, and more combat experienced with time. The full moon will increase their physical power and will even further.