Witch Elvira Novels & Stories

“All of you are out. You were never supposed to be allowed in. Filthy rogues. Stupid, filthy rogues.” Elvira lunges forward again. I stand in her way. “Stop it!” I snap, grabbing her shoulders. “Look at me, Vira. Look at me.” She resists at first, then finally drags her gaze to mine. I let her see the warning there. The plea. Her eyes redden slightly red. “Can’t you hear what she’s saying?” Elvira gestures wildly toward Celeste. “You’ve done everything for them, and they’re throwing us out like trash!”

Axel reminded. Tyler handed the phone to Axel. "You text her. I don't know how to tell her about this." Axel took the phone and found Caroline's contact before texting her about Elvira's information. Axel: [That's all we know about Elvira now, Mommy. She's a rather dangerous person. Do you still want to proceed with her?] Caroline was shocked beyond words when she read the text. It turned out that Elvira was an assassin ranked on the assassin list.

My body was still recovering from the miscarriage — the physical ache was a quiet, dull thrum in my lower abdomen — but I refused to put down the sword. "Again," I gasped out. Dorian didn't move. He lowered his blade, resting the tip against the stone floor. "You've been at this for two hours, Elira. Your posture is lagging. Pushing yourself past physical failure won't bring your child back, nor will it speed up Vera's ruin." I flinched, the blunt truth hitting harder than his sword. "I don't need a sermon, Warlord."

"He absolutely terrified me. That day he was far too sure of himself… I nearly picked someone else just to spite him.” The dramatic tone of my mum made me laugh – this loosened the grip in my chest. “So what changed Mummy?” “He stopped being too sure of himself and it turned out that did it for me.” She laughs, “Elvi, whoever it is, just make sure to give it a fair chance before you decide.” “Even if its more than one person?” I say it lightly, testing the joke before I decided it was one. "Hmm…is there something you're not telling me, Elvira?"

I was nothing but a mere passageway for him and Sophia to get everything they needed to have the Perfect love life. "Leave. You are disgusting to me. Look at what you are reducing yourself to because of your insecurities. Luna my foot!" Elvira said and went to the door, holding it open for Elizabeth to leave. She looked at Elvira and her gaze traveled down to me before she stomped out of the room, mumbling the words that Elijah must here about what we have done to her. Elvira slammed the door shut behind her and laughed. "That girl is just crazy. I don't know what Elijah sees in her that he made her his fiancée. She is going to be the death of us all" Elvira said but I was still trying to ca

Her name was Ruby Atwater, a necromancer, and a mother to Elinor Wildes. Elinor Wildes would be forever on the run from The Spirits who are determined to make her the last Were-witch to ever exist, to make her suffer the same fate as Judas. But she does not know it… yet.

, she snapped. "Aww, here I was, thinking you're just an uncaring cold-hearted bitch", she side-hugged her while they both chuckled and the temperature dropped again. "Fuck, I've got to get this shit fixed soon" "I agree but I still can't believe you believe in that news thing. Just wait and watch the conspiracies that rise with this new "mysterious creature" thing tomorrow", Rita drawled. "Yeah right, so when do I meet this prince you've been talking about?", Belle asked, jumping on the overly comfortable bed right after Rita.

I heard Rila's voice come from behind me, I was quick to wipe all signs of my tears. "Yes?" I answer her trying to sound all good. "He wants you," she says, who he is, I just walk with her, she held my trey and lead me toward another room, the same entertainment room from before and in there was Evander again. "Thank you Rila, that would be all," he says dismissing her. "What's wrong little Violet?" he asks me, his voice was filled with concern, I actually believed he cared, due to the emotional states I'm going through, all I needed was a hug, and so I told him.

A re-birth was never heard of in their lifetime, a divine gift the Goddess bestowed upon her greatest wolves, a curse for they were that it was bestowed upon. A heavy silence filled the valley as they waited, thudding heartbeats filling her ears as the tension rose. “Who?” He pressured. “Adam,” She whispered. Her mind darkened as she spoke the words, trying to find him in the crowd. Her world crumbling to black as her body gave way beneath her.

I blinked, “Really?” “I couldn't see you being a knight or priest.” Pertrece answered with a frown. “And you have more potential than to lay on your back for the rest of your life.” She added on. Noticing how I rolled my eyes, Petrece pressed on with a frown. “I'm sure you've already realized that.” “Hardly.” I snorted. “If I may,” At my nod she continues, “What is your obsession with becoming a whore?” “Vixen.” I corrected.