Wicked Within Novels & Stories

Sadly, some things are just meant to fall ~Dystopia ~Fall through the cracks of the mirror into a never ending nightmare~ ~Arc 2 ~ Atonement - Deception can only (exist) last for so long

“Found you, ” I whispered. Beneath it, my mother had written: The Witches of Virelyn. I swallowed and kept reading. They were an ancient coven. Power-hungry and dangerous that sold their magic to powerful packs in exchange for protection and influence. They specialized in dark magic. Not reckless chaos, but controlled corruption. Enhancements. Manipulation. Control. Anything. My fingers trembled as I turned the page. They were wiped out after a spell meant to bind wolves permanently to feral instincts went wrong. No

I had taken their manipulation as law. Tracking those memories now, my wolf felt pathetic. And what a magnificent pair they were even though my shadow had entered the Blackwynd Moon Dominion, they still made sure to transport a "thoughtful" piece of garbage to ensure my ruin. Vickon’s pitch-black eyes turned completely lethal at my words. "If your inner wolf rejects the style, your flesh shall never bear it again," his tone dropped into an arctic register as his gaze sliced toward the pile. "Incinerate the asset."

And the darker the sin, the sweeter the taste. I wanted to corrupt her. That was my kink. I didn't just want to fuck her; I wanted to ruin her for anyone else. I wanted to be the reason she couldn't look at a normal man without being bored. I wanted to drag her down into the mud with me, just this once.

She sat on the bed and cross her legs. "You must really love her, huh? The ruthless Alpha has finally found his mate." She smiled. "I'll help you. It seems that her scent is bounded under a witches spell." She said. "And what does that mean?" I asked as I was confuse to what she was saying. "That her kidnapper knew what they were doing. You can smell it for a brief time, but then it vanishes. But its not enough for you to track it." She explained. Now everything was making perfect sense now.

I shivered, when all three of my wolve soon to be kings growled. Selena said remarkable but what if she actually meant terrible? Were the Wolve Winners more wicked than even the wickedest wolve, and without even knowing it, could I be destined to become the most wicked who’d ever lived?

He wrenched her jaw open, and before she could draw breath to scream, he shoved a bitter, chalky pill down her throat. He stepped back, his complacency radiating in the humid air. "You said you wanted to stay by a strong male's side. Don’t howl to the ancestors now. Get on the furs and bare your throat. If you’re submissive, maybe I’ll leave you with your skin intact." Avery choked back a sob, her eyes turning into shards of ice. In a final, desperate burst of defiance, she lunged at him, claws unsheathed. But the hierarchy was absolute. The disparity in their raw physical power was a chasm she couldn't leap, and the drug was already beginning to melt her internal defenses. A tidal wave of u

"Did she use black magic to harm her own flesh and blood? How despicable! She deserves to suffer a horrible death!" "Adelia Quentin got what was coming to her! She tried to steal her sister's grades and health, only to end up stealing AIDS! That's karma, bitch!" "Take her down! She deserves to suffer!" Words like witch, evil woman, and demon were quickly associated with Mom. Adelia, who was Mom's favorite and all, was naturally involved in the online hate as well. Adelia's photos were edited into terrible things. Her past was revealed for all to see. She was doxxed in all ways possible. She soon became everyone's target of hatred, her reputation ruined for this life and the next.

“Please—you don’t know—” The warden halted just long enough to glare at me, his grip biting harder into my shoulder. “Criminals like you have no business with the Queen. You’ll be thrown into the prison below, where you belong.” “No—you must believe me! The witches have returned!” The words rang out too loudly, scattering birds from their branches. The forest seemed to recoil from the name. The warden’s face twisted in fury. “Silence! Speak that word again, and you’ll hang before the castle walls.”