Witch Of Pride Novels & Stories

Back then, he had promised to protect me for a lifetime. Werewolves never lie. Every oath they take is witnessed by the Moon Goddess. Now, he walked beside me, shielding me carefully from the crowd, ensuring that no one brushed against me. He had kept his childhood promise. "Elena!" A familiar voice rang out behind me. Instinctively, I turned around. And saw someone who shouldn't be here. Nigel. He was crippled. He looked like a pitiful beggar. His eyes lit up when he saw me, and he stepped forward eagerly, as if hoping for a reunion. But before he could get close, a passing guard intercepted him and led him away.

In certain regions belonging to the Atlantic Ocean, witches was seen as a “evil” in certain moments of distress. The city of Lovadu, for years and years, suffered violence, reaching a moment of crisis. In that city there was a young man called Igor Hunton, son of Clarina and Sebastian Hunton, he had an older and a younger brother.

"It cannot go unpunished!" A flash of light, so bright we all turned our faces. I stepped between my mate and my dad. Knowing things were about to get a little ugly. Dark witches didn't go quietly. Hecate steps to Gloria. "You were my pride! You were born with a heart so pure I was sure nothing could taint it! What a disappointment you are!" Turning to Prudence "Have you ever had one original thought in your head? Other than syphoning your daughter's power, teaching her to do it to others."

“It’s dangerous out here alone.” “Our kinds are hidden for centuries. My presence might only bring chaos in your pack. I’d rather stay here alone than do that. After all, you saved my life.” Primrose softly held Raini’s hand and closed her eyes for three seconds before giving her a sweet smile. “You’re a princess. I understand now why you are so kind.” A bit flustered at how the witch knew about her title, she guessed that’s maybe because she’s a real witch. “Can you tell that just by holding my hand?” Raini cutely tilted her head and waited for the witch’s response patiently.

"My concerns are sincere, Alpha... I’m an advantage in negotiating alliances with the witches; we both know that. I don’t want to waste more time than necessary dealing with this foolish war." "Little wolf, even though you’re the daughter of a priestess, you’re still half wolf. Your first direct interaction with the witches may be more hostile than you imagine." I slid the back of my hand along her face, caressing her pale, soft skin. When I reached her lips, I wiped away a drop of juice that had run along the curve of her mouth. "They may accept your witch side, but they won’t deal well with your Lupine side." "But it’s worth trying!" she shot back, leaning even more into my touch. "You say

"Royalties?" "Yeah they are the princes and princesses from different clans. The first who entered is Ivan Siegfried Martinez. The next Beta of the Wolf pack. He's powers is Earth Magic and as usual can transform into a wolf. The girl next to her is her girlfriend Princess Anica Jane Kendrix Princess of the Witches/Warlocks. Her powers is Water Magic. The next three are Princess Nathalia Isabelle Whitlock. The Princess of the Vampire clan. Her powers is Air Magic. The next one is Prince Harley James Kendrix, princess anica's brother. His magic is Fire Magic. The other one is Prince Pierce Jared Nickolaidas, prince ivan's cousin on the father side. The next soon to be alpha of the Wolf pack.

Ivan ignored Sallow's input, continuing," I have spoken with the Witch Princep, the south is already under virtual lockdown. Only a decimal of witches is outside our borders, they can be easily retrieved..." The witches had been the first to respond to Zoladie's actions. They had taken precautions fastest and had had their borders secures. This was due to the many deaths they had suffered under Zoladie's hands. The ancient sorceress had a knack for draining other witches of their powers and in turn gaining their strength herself. Victims of her abilities died almost instantly the magic was drained out of them. As a result of this unique gift, the sorceress had become nearly omnipotent and wa

And beneath each file, a single line: Subject Lineage: De Luca Variant – Pride Gene. Elena froze. “Pride gene?” Lucia scrolled further. “They’ve been identifying personality markers tied to dominance, defiance, memory independence — traits they call ‘pride responses.’ And they’ve been testing ways to suppress them.” Alessandro’s voice hardened. “They were trying to erase individuality.” Elena’s hands trembled. “And Matteo found out our family — the De Lucas — were the original donors.”

Who knows what happens next? After all, the Vire Queen had always been pretty unreadable and unconventional. She is a strong and powerful witch. And she can make any man beg on his knees just to avoid her wrath and anger. Apart from that, she also possesses that perpetual beauty that will never make her age and really give her a quality to remain a Queen for the powerful kingdom. But getting married with the young prince, what would that even give them?

With great anger Bashiri walked out of Wycliff's study, but before closing the door, he again said, “Remember, uncle Wycliff if the existence of the purple-eyed werewolf is a disaster. Those beautiful eyes held the great power, hatred, arrogance of the Prince Theodor Archelius. Your beloved princess's life will be on the verge of collapse if an oath is uttered from the purple-eyed, dominant Alpha lips.” Wycliff pinned the paper in his hand tightly until it became a small lump. His big hand hit the glass table until it broke into two pieces. He wasn't concerned about the blood dripping from the skin of his hands, not caring about the fragments of glass stuck in the flesh of his hands.