Wistoria: Wand And Sword Romance Novels & Stories

Sometimes, I wished I were back in the countryside, chasing other wolves, rolling in the grass without a care. I sighed. Maybe I was still too immature and still clinging to the past that was no more. Then, walda interrupted my wandering thoughts. “So, pups and Alpha Brandon, now it’s your turn.” I glanced over at Wanda, the old witch from the Berliner Dome. She was about to get serious again— I could see it in her eyes. She had that wild look again. Tonight had been… a lot. She’d made a magic pond, made a bird lay a golden egg, and some bizarre light show from this pony-boy named Alaric. Saved Beatrice from death’s door…

He cups her face in his big hands and kisses her passionately. “I have missed you, baby” He confesses. “I missed you too, darling.” “Well, I am here now, and we’re going out, baby!” With this statement, he lifts her in his arm out of the room, the building, and to the creek. It is a ten-minute walk from the mansion, and on getting there, he sets Wanda down gently on the blanket he had previously laid. Wanda is awed by the captivating beauty of the ambience. It is aesthetically pleasing, and the water reflects the moon’s light. Although it is cold, Wanda is adequately heated up by her fur coat, thanks to Petra’s foresight. She looks around her and realizes that aside from the blanket, there

He saw how his kin turned into ashes and burned from the light that Willow created. His anger rise just as like a tidal wave soaring against the witches. He came out of his hiding place and rushed the witches. When Lazarus came out, Cordelia stumbled. She rolled over the ground and he threw away her into the darkest forest. She’s holding her cane as her protection from the force that Lazarus had but, then she lost her grip on the cane and flew to the cliff. Willow open his palm and let the blue light comes out. He put his hands on the ground and creates a full blast of roaring wind that around the dark woods of Huesca.

I was then dragged to stand and a warm embrace welcomed me. “Be my bride, Sahara. I love you.” Prince Ameril’s words were like flowers to my ears. By then, I decided to be evil. I will then be recognized by history as the evil witch who stole the prince from his beloved princess at the day of their wedding. “I love you.”

"She was a hybrid, werewolf and a witch." "Hey, look at this." Janice showed me the sword that was inscribed with words. The one I told her not to touch. The sword clinked at the icy wall, alerting Esmeralda that we had intruded. I glared at Janice, "I'll distract her. Run from here." I said through our mind link before I came out from behind and acted like I was alone. "Oh! If it isn't for my once dead niece." She smirked.

“Traiceret my suite!” Laura was thrown backward as wind rushed in creating a tornado of gold, white, and silver sparkles. “No!” Brenna yelled as they disappeared into the swirling wind. “You will pay for that with your life!” I marched toward Darius. “Let’s do this once and for all.” “Yes....” His body began to shimmer and shake as his face started to elongate and his legs grew longer. “Let’s finish this!” He threw down his sword and leaped at me as a pure white wolf.

he heard his mate roar. Lena smirked, “Dare accepted, lady” she advanced towards her and Walt shrinked away from her sword. Gathering courage and emitting an unknown aura, Lydia threaded upon the grasses towards the Princess, “Stand down now!”. The Princess stopped moving, her knees cowering under Lydia’s aura. She didn’t know why but she tried to resist it and failed. Lydia pushed her down. Lena fell, confused, she saw Walt’s eyes glowing and understood. She swerved her sword at him.

Their were a lot of times to fall in love with each others. Lisa pursued her lips together hesitantly, " I..I was actually hurt by some black leaves that turned black only when the rain began to fall down. What were those things?" Lisa heard him intaking a deep breath. His fingers played with her unruly curls lazily as he answered truthfully, " Those are the secret weapons that we use against the witches. They become magically active under rainfall." Lisa's eyes opened slightly in shock. Tilting her head up to stare at Cyrus, she asked again nervously,

Mirovir shook his head, felt and adjusted his broken jaw, and also got up. "Okay," he nodded in agreement. Yarsi picked up the sword and returned it to his belt. He looked at Vic again, he stood motionless in one place, not daring to move. “Girls, let him go,” he said. This man is not your match. The fingers on the Wistolian's shoulders slowly loosened, he felt a quick movement down his back and a sharp pain as something momentarily dug into his wounds. He took a few quick steps forward, looked around, trying to look only at the faces. Both beauties enthusiastically licked the blood from their fingers. His blood! Vic involuntarily shivered.

When she touched a word with her finger, trying to read it, that word turned into a wonderful and clear picture of what it meant. The paragraph in the magic book "The wand must be held in the right hand, rotate it in spiral motion, restraining the trajectory and the word Fortioris is pronounced, when you want to get someone’s wand ...", it was represented to Elizabeth by a small image with a girl holding wand in right hand, rotating it in inward spirals. She heard the word Fortioris and then an image popped up with Alexander as he was smashed over face with this magic as his wand dropped off his hand. The girl and the other three laughed loud, making Professor Knudlac smile.