Witch Of Pride Novels & Stories

“All your pride, Grand Marquis, it does not let you live. But I do not blame, pride is inseparable from your nature. I have studied enough literature to understand you. Greedy, selfish, power-hungry. You can only hear: me, me, me! Finished, witch? Andras pulled her towards him, hiding his wings from prying eyes. The boy stuck to the glass; a demon bustling under the crown of a tree, where until recently a demon was hiding; the raven on the roof of the house - they all claimed the attention of his witch. “You and I are no different. A proud, wayward liar. He savored the last word with particular pleasure. “Are you saying you would let me go like you promised?”

Julie continued, “She was clever, and it was easy for her to fake her death and to manipulate her rogue friend into creating a rogue army. A little love, spells stirring in him greed, aggression and desires for revenge, and, of course, good sex made him eat from her palm. She needed a war—to harvest energy from the deaths of the supernatural to channel magic and free a god of chaos—her true love—from the prison his brothers placed him in. But interference from Prince's new mate and friends ruined the ritual.” Kai stood, annoyed. “I know this story already.” Julie smiled, beckoning him to sit. He complied, warily. “Patience, my dearest, is a virtue. I’m getting to the most interesting part.”

so they can install a puppet, Alpha." I turned a page. Section 402: Exemptions. My eye caught the word. "Wait," I said. I read the faded ink. 'The Rite of Blood may be bypassed if the Heir has already been claimed by a higher power.' "Higher power?" Damian asked. "Like a god?" "No," I said, reading further. "'If the Heir has been claimed by a Prime Alpha.'" I looked up. "What is a Prime Alpha?" Damian frowned. "It's a myth. The First Wolves. The direct descendants of the Moon Goddess. They don't exist anymore." "Are you sure?" I asked. "Because the text says the Ironclaw line claims descent from the Prime." Damian went still. "Wulfric," he breathed. "Wulfric isn't just an Alpha," I realized

“It’s simple, really. You must get the princess to fall in love with you—truly and deeply in love.” My heart sinks at her words. This isn’t what I’d signed up for. “That’s not what you said before,” I said quietly, voice laced with frustration. The witch shrugs, as though it were of little consequence. “People change their minds, darling. Besides, you’re an Alpha. Strong. Handsome. Charming—when you want to be. It shouldn’t be difficult for someone like you to win a woman’s heart.” Except when that woman believes I’m a complete monster.

Cliff completed the thing for what he came here. “Are you talking about the same king? If yes, then I am with you. I don't know why our kind is so afraid of him, and to your knowledge, I am the strongest witch of my generation, so you can trust me. I am a two-element holder with switching capability,” the Witch said in a proud voice.

Lucia concluded that she hadn't met cruel and vicious people. She had only heard of them. What was unfolding right before her was wickedness of the highest order. "No, it was to get rid of your parents. We knew they were kind and patriotic... Their loyalty to Crimo was second to none and we played on that." The witch confessed nonchalantly. " It wasn't only the zillion dollars we gave, we also assured him of safeguarding him and his family for the next four generations.

Girls were annoying. The girl looked at him with wide eyes for a moment before speaking quietly, “I’m sowy. I cawled you but you did not hear. My name is Evewyn. You can call me Eve. But only my daddy calls me pwincess.” The girl introduced herself proudly but got no reaction from him other than a dry look. “Will you be my fwiend? We can pway dollhouse togwether.” She tried again and held out her doll towards him.

With a roar that could split the sky in two, Mayonne shakily put Prince Ariel's body down and stood up. She was the Alpha. The last descendant of the Moon Wolf Pack. The ancient legends. Her wolf form exploded outward—a majestic white beast crowned in starlight. Her howl rang through the battlefield. Enemies froze. Paranormals whimpered. Even King Pose flinched. She moved like she was passing judgment upon the sinners. She tore through lines of line of enemies, her claws glowing with murderous aura. She goes straight to dismembered the fleeing witch archer. Tearing her to shreds.

My eyes were fixated on the witch at the top of the stairs thinking of all the ways I could kill her. 'Her blood will taste amazing,' Cinnabar was huffing and pacing in my mind. He was the only reason I'd made small progress of moving my arms. We could feel through the connection that Eloise was in pain. She was distressed. 'The pups,' my wolf growled out. A snarl ripped through my lips sounding muffled but loud enough to make the witch turn to us once again. She rolled her orange eyes at me stepping down the stairs with her arms crossed.

“You know, for someone who just got cleared of murder, you don’t look very victorious.” Prisca let out a humorless laugh, shaking her head. “It doesn’t matter, Fatima. The pack still hates me. It’s like I’m living in a house of wolves that would tear me apart the first chance they get.” I frowned, feeling the sting of her words deep in my chest. It wasn’t fair. Prisca was strong, loyal, and compassionate—she deserved so much better than this. “I hate that they’re treating you this way,” I said. “It’s not right. You didn’t ask to be born a witch, just like they didn’t ask to be born wolves.”