Wicked Elphaba Dies Novels & Stories

He roared in pain as the magic burned into his body. I saw Elara’s face twist in agony. Blood started running from her nose and eyes. “Elara!” I shouted. She looked at me one last time. “Finish it, Lucien. For all of us.” The light flared brighter. Seraph screamed as the bindings around his power shattered. The witches collapsed one by one. Elara was the last to fall. She hit the floor with a soft sound and didn’t move again. The light faded. Seraph was on his knees, breathing hard. His stolen power was flickering wildly now, barely holding together.

I asked curiously. Aldus shook his head positively, “Yes but after she passed away. That Golden Werewolf was desperate to win the love of that king. She started praying to the Moon Goddess day and night until the Goddess really fulfilled her wish with one condition.” I interrupted again, “What kind of condition?”

she shouted again. “No one is going to kill me, Elara,” said Lyle, taking another step towards her with the bag dangling from her fingers. “You thought that I wouldn’t recognize your spell?” Elara's face became pale like that of a ghost. She had thought of this day, planned for it and schemed for its fruition for thousands of years. She had involved her children in it and now… all her plans were going down the drain. “No!” she shook her head. “This can’t be!” The little pup was a half-witch? She couldn’t digest the fact. She raised her hands and chanted, “Yuqbaad Elaa,” and thrust her hands forward at Lyle.

The only place in the whole pack that was out of my reach was Xyla’s villa. So, I don’t know what exactly happened, but my spy there informed me that Xyla with Rubella and her witches found out all the impostors, and then they did something to get the location of the real Elara and Grace, resulting in the death of the first Elara’s impostor. She told me that Rubella, with all her witches and so many pack members, including Gamma Mack and his younger son, Ruben, was hospitalized late at night. I can’t say what happened to the werewolves, but Rubella wasn't someone who could be defeated and sent to this critical condition just like that.

“Impossible. She’s too young to—” Ellie babbled, a string of nonsense that hit like a physical blow. The witch screamed as shadows erupted from her body, swirling into the air before vanishing. When the light cleared, she was gone—only a single jasmine flower left in her place. Gareth staggered toward them, clutching his chest. “The others—they’re free. All of them.” The black wolf bounded to Elara, nuzzling her and Ellie, his tail thumping. When he shifted back, his eyes were soft. “How did she—”

So I held on, and I watched her twist her face and contort her body, and I heard all of the noise that comes from a person who is dying a horrible death…and they know it. But I still didn't stop. I just kept holding on. I held on until she quit twitching, and the noise finally stopped. But that wasn't even the craziest part of it. Once she finally did stop moving....she exploded into dust! Not the stardust and energy that a forest elf usually turns to when they die, but just plain old dirty dust. It made me so happy to know that her energy was dead, that I actually laughed out loud, and I am not one bit sorry for it today."

Her breaths became ragged, the once invincible witch now a fallen tragedy. "The..." She was still trying to speak when she struck a finger at Blake. "The...Pro...phecy." "The Prophecy?" I echoed, turning to Denver and his brother. I had no idea what that meant but by the looks on their faces, they knew. Elyndra died some seconds after with a smile across her face after which she faded into thin air like she never existed at all. My eyes ravaged the lengths of the basement and what had become of it that whole night.

Zoe was killed by the Witches. The end. Blank pages further. I didn't get what I had read. Killed by witches, but all of them were dead? Or..... Some manage to escape....? It was written. And the big question, Who was Elijah? ****

I lay there for a long time, gasping for air, my face pressed into the wet dirt. I looked back at the ravine. High above, through the sheets of rain, I could see the flickering yellow lights of the pack’s border patrol. They would be looking down, seeing the twisted metal and the raging river, and assuming no one and especially not a "wolf-less" omega could have survived. To Killian, to Sienna, and to the Black Mountain Pack, Elara Vance was a memory. Good, I thought, a bitter chill settling in my chest that had nothing to do with the weather. Let her be dead. She was too weak for this world anyway.

experience. I turned on the engine and started our journey to meet my destiny. I was nervous as hell, and I couldn't help but laugh when they started playing road games, like little kids. Ashia fell asleep and things got worse with the four elderly. Ellie produced some snacks out of nowhere and Elphaba produced wine. She can master the elemental power of water and, with a simple enchantment, she can turn it instantly into whatever booze you are craving at the moment. “Darling, have a nice relaxing glass of wine…” Ellie said and I laughed…