Wiccan And Speed Novels & Stories

Devon's pov I moved through the forest, the trees passing by me in a blur. I swerved and moved with agility behind my reasoning. I had been pushing my body to its limit in the last week for this reason, to possess agility that made me as slippery as an eel in the midst of a terrain like this. Werewolves that were very fast lacked agility, we are more speed oriented and we mean more towards the strength side. So I made myself different. I knew I didn't have the insane speed others had, I was very fast, faster than most but not those that mattered.

Before I knew it, Dante's lips crashed against mine, my breath caught, and I felt his tongue slip through my teeth, sucking, and the pleasure of it drew me in until my lips tingled. Oh God, this feels so hot! Until he yanked the wig off my head. I gasped, pulling away from his mouth, as he removed my mask and smirked at me. “Well, if it isn't Monroe's baby sister.”

’ She looked up at him in confusion and gasped lightly with longing for him running through her. ‘Maddie,’ he said softly and still panted, ‘we can't have sex. Wiccan rule. Before the age of 21, it affects your magic if you mix your energy with that of someone else. Your energy must be pure for your magic to flourish.‘ ‘Oh.’ She was surprised at the reasons he had stopped making out, but then she smiled and straightened up. She kissed his lips and went on to discover his body with her hands. He groaned.

I muttered, trying to compose myself. The ceremony was a kind of a welcome and farewell party. Welcome to the new Alpha that would be chosen among us and goodbye to the losers. I didn’t doubt myself. I knew I would win the first challenge, the Alphas’ game. Speed was the most important factor and I am the fastest Lycan in the wolf territory. No one could beat me when it came to speed. My fastest record was 134 km/h. Everyone was celebrating while the Alpha sat on the throne, looking around like the dying lizard he was. Cannon was at the food table, gulping down glasses of alcohol like his life depended on it, as he spoke to a council member.

Something resembling anger twisted in my gut with bitterness. "We did. But a thousand wolves were no match for enchanted wolves that ran faster than a thousand-year-old vampire. It was as though they drew their power elsewhere. We would like to believe that a witch was involved. Or they dabbed in dark magic for more strength and speed." His foot suddenly slammed and jerked the brakes, bringing the car to a rocking halt.

Samuel called out for his younger brother when he didn't see him beside them anymore. "You are unbelievably fast Lu." Zee spoke. Werewolves were creatures with unbelievable speed to begin with however, Lucas's speed was unmatchable by any from their kind or the rest. As he moved at this fast pace, his smell was untraceable and nor could anyone catch even a glimpse of him. "Lucas, I see you. You're right behind the person. Attack to your left." Samuel spoke through mind link and the very next moment, Lucas lunged forward with inhumanely fast speed.

A damn powerful one too, not that I ever cared to show it. Beyond magical abilities, witches could also heal quicker than humans. We were, on average, just strong enough to lift a thousand pounds, and we could run twice as fast as the fastest humans. If a fast human could run thirty miles per hour, we could run sixty miles per hour without breaking a sweat.

] Then Charles walked in and began to explain the top-secret information that everyone needed to know. "Lost Wisdom and Sika—if I were to give a simple comparison, Sika is like a mastery that enables a determined person to knead a large quantity of dough in a short time. But for those who use Lost Wisdom, their extent allows them to finish kneading those doughs and even bake them in an instant, with the blink of an eye or just a thought.

"Your enemy won't wait for you to find your footing." "How did you move that fast?" Marcus gasped, accepting my help. "Practice. And necessity." I turned to address the group. "Speed without precision is useless. Precision without speed gets you killed. Again." For two hours, I ran them through every scenario I could think of. Close-quarters combat. Multiple attackers. Fighting in confined spaces. I used my Lycan abilities freely, showing them what they'd face against supernatural enemies. "Nora, this is impossible," complained Sarah, wiping blood from a split lip. "We can't match that kind of speed."

My jaw dropped, what creature on earth was speedier than a Vampire was? What was more, it did not just stop there. Just as the witch was able to elude quick attacks from Damien without so much as a drop of sweat, she was also able to strike; some of which Damien could not avoid. This woman was indeed more than a Witch! Warm hands kissed my shoulders and I felt being pulled up. I later realized it was Lucerne. The latter's eyes were locked on the battle before us. I was so sure he was as surprised as I was because the witch was truly incredible, she was an extremely skilled fighter; no wonder she was always able to vanish on time even if Damien chased her with great speed.