Witch Mulan Novels & Stories

Grabbing my wheelchair, I wanted to wheel myself back to my room before she walked in but I couldn't, I still had my gaze on them. The moment Mulan stepped in, I didn't hesitate to ask who he was when in the real sense, I wanted to ask what her business was with him. Jax Slade, my cousin, was the vice chairman of NexaCorp. With his involvement with Mulan now, it wouldn't be long before he found my hideout. “Are you alright?" Mulan asked, crouching next to me. “You have been darting your eyes around, it seems you have a lot of things on your mind." She added only to start searching her purse until she pulled out a pharmaceutical paper bag.

She was killed by a ghost! When MuLing thought about this, her heart trembled furiously, and she gathered the quilt more tightly with a miserable face. Dead ... They are all dead ... In the end, she was only a sixteen year old girl, even if she was a little bit sinister, a little bit mean and arrogant, but she had never seen a dead person. This accident scared MuLing, and she was shivering. Since dropping out of school and staying home, MuLing had been plotting to harm Mu Zi.

let that happen," Mell said, trying to reassure her. We'll make a deal: if any of us sees Melania or feels her presence, she'll shout it to warn the others and we can all run together in the same direction. They agree? Flavia and I nodded, but I didn't feel calm at all. I knew it was dangerous to have a wolf as an enemy, but I couldn't afford to be caught by her either… "Look, look! There's Melania!" Amara whispered nervously to Flavia and Mell. The three girls were in the playroom and had just seen Melania come in through the hallway door. The werewolf turned away from them to carefully close the door behind her. Flavia, who was a bit more daring than the other two, He immediately got up a

"Mistress, guests are arriving at a fast pace." "Thank you, Bastain," I kept my eyes on the names of the people I had invited. They mainly were my most trusted allies of Pandora, the lords who forever served the Mistress. "Mistress, may I speak from what's on my mind?" "If this is about my costume," I turn my head and sigh. "I had an earful from your wife." The tailor who made my costume was Bastian's wife, Mavelin. She mainly designs and makes the attire for everyone's clothes here—a spider-humanoid with six extra retractable arms to do her work efficiently. Mavelin can create twenty outfits within an hour. She is one of the best.

She felt her wedding ring beneath her fingers. Marona got more panicked. "I am sure it must have not happened in a day to not inform me... We talked on the phone. I never felt so disappointed in you." Marona's eyes watered when she heard those disappointing words. Mikhail sighed and grabbed Marona's arm while making her stand. He knelt in front of Mulan and gently grabbed her hand. "I know you are disappointed, grandma and you have all the rights." Mulan turned her head away madly when he started talking to her but her fingers tested his big hands. He felt strong and the voice held power but was still soft.

He laughed bitterly “Of course I can beat you…I’ll win for sure.” She smirked as she lifted her wooden sword to hold in her hands, but she said nothing. She smiled as the song I’ll make a man out of you from Mulan came on and so she sang with it as the wooden sword smacked the leg of the blonde man “We've got a long way to go….” The man lunged at her as she sang the first part of the song, but she moved slightly and smacked the wooden sword into his side. She changed the words for Huns to rouges to make it more relevant to what they were training for

“Why do they all sound like weird warrior names?” Cheyenne’s eyes gleamed. “Oh honey. You’re gunna love Mulan. Spoiler alert: she saves China with a cricket, a dragon, and the power of badassery. Honestly? Mood.” Serenya slowly smiled. “Alright. I’m listening.” They talked. They laughed. After their final round of sparring and more back-and-forth banter that could’ve fueled a sitcom, Cheyenne called it. Serenya was sweating, flushed, and—though she’d never admit it—having the time of her life.

“Heh. Look at yourself, do you really think you can do just that? Do you really think that you’re capable just after working as a security guard for a couple of days?” Miwa coldly chuckled. “Let me tell you right now. I’d rip your mouth right off if this weren’t a big day for the Malone family! How dare you spout nonsense and try to defame me like that?! “For Hazel Malone’s sake, I’ll let you have a chance to kneel and apologize! “If not, I’ll let you in on something… “Don’t even think about surviving in Mordu from now on!” Miwa showed a proud look on her face as if a fake foreigner like her had immense power in her control.

Peter dismisses her and doesn't even hear her argue before he turns off the device and turns to Mulan. "Who are you?" "I'm Mulan… " she suddenly leaned in close and he staggered back, almost falling when her eyes glow blue and she smiles, showing him her cannines. "You're a … " "A shifted actually. You know… just like the test subjects who you were experimenting on before they ran away.. half human.. half werewolf." "That's.. impossible." Peter adjusted his glasses as he studied her again. "we only had two subjects used for the experiment. How is this possible??"

The song coming from them sent shivers down her spine. The Chief witch stood up slowly and spread out her hands and the music stopped immediately. "Thank you." She whispered bowing, the witches of the circles bowed back and disappeared one after the other with each of them turning to cast a glance at Emily before vanishing. "Welcome, Moon Witch to the Scarlet Coven of the Zealot Clan." The chief witch said, her voice sounding almost musical. "Five circles?" Emily blurted out, still staring at the space where the witches had been.