Wicked Novels & Stories

he scoffs shaking his head in disgust. "It took time and their numbers grew but not enough to challenge not enough for them to win. They found a witch. Not the kind you hear about in fairytales—no potions, no flying brooms, no crooked nose. She had a darker power. The ability to manipulate minds. Persuasion magic is by far the most deadly. She could twist beliefs, rewrite memories, have a person say or do whatever she wanted like a mere puppet. The traitors recruited her offering gold, jewls, power whatever she wanted. By the time the Lycans realized the threat, it was too late. Her magic had rooted itself in nearly every pack.”

But, of course, he would not tell Gina that. With a smirk, he replied, "She is a thrill and that is something you do not have." Stacey felt another thorn pierced through her already wounded heart but, just like what she had been doing for the past years, she pretended like she was not hurt. She still wore that stoic expression she managed to master after getting hurt over and over again due to her failure to make her husband fall for her again. "A thrill?" She snickered with much contempt. "How is she a thrill? Is it the fact that she had slept with a lot of men before? Didn't you hate that part of hers because she reminds you of that stripper who ruined your family?"

Fuck her witchy tia for giving her that stupid bangle. However, even I had to admit that it was better she kept it on. When it was off, her scent was so intoxicating. Sandalwood and citrus mixed with hints of violet and an underlying trace of the spent gunpowder. If power had a smell, I had a feeling it would be Evelina’s scent. My eyes tracked the footprints below, trying to make out what direction she had taken. LA VIRGEN (JESUS CHRIST)! This was no place for a defenseless human such as her to be roaming around. These dark witches were dangerous. They were known for their mastery over the dark arts and their affinity for human sacrifices. Over a decade ago, they’d even attempted to summon

Wicked. Like a wolf with blood on its tongue. “Yes, Father.”

“Lucian Voss. CEO of Voss Global. Untouchable billionaire with more money than God and a personality to match.” I nearly laughed. The ignorance, though not her fault, was delicious. Oh, sweetheart. If only you knew how wrong you were. I began to circle her like a wolf stalking its prey, watching the way she tensed with every step. Her chest rose and fell quickly, her breath shallow, her hands twitching slightly at her sides like she was trying to hide the fear blossoming beneath her skin. This one had fire. Beautiful, reckless fire. But fire was fragile when surrounded by ice.

"Dante will be fighting a two-front war: one against the Falcones, and one against bankruptcy. He'll forget I exist." "Except you will exist," Seraphina corrected, her eyes suddenly serious. "You will be rich, independent, and dangerous. You'll be a Donna without a Don. That's the most powerful kind of woman in this world." "Then let's go shopping, Seraphina," I said. "Dante's antiques are about to become our new inventory."

"I'm a goody two shoes and I'm a prude and I like to do my homework and I absolutely definitely don't know how to be friends with all around bad boys and ..." "Well, if you don't know how to be friends with a wanton because you're a good girl—" He lays emphasis on wanton, a word I'd used randomly many days ago in his room and I visibly swallow "—then there's only one solution. Welcome to the wanton train, good girl. Hope you enjoy the ride." This is what I get for not keeping my mouth shut.

If he reached the expert level, he had the power as strong as any prodigy with a Divine Constitution. After Severin finished reading, he quickly stored the jade plague in his spatial ring. As the name suggested, the Wicked Spell was an evil spell. It was easy to learn and it also taught the practitioner many ways to escape in the case of an emergency or life-threatening situation and also many evil tricks and spells. Truth be told, the more Severin learned about the spell, the more eager and tempted he felt to practice it. Yet, he suppressed the desire with his strong mind.

The sound of a door closing echoes as dread clenches around my gut. "Holy hell.... f*ck... he is crazy. He is actually crazy! " My arms struggle against the chain before a curse leaves me. Sh*t. Sh*t Sh*t…I should never have gone to his trailer. Wicked Stepbrother bonus>