Witch Of Vainglory Novels & Stories

I naively believed that if I changed myself into the version he liked, I could finally be happy. "What I got in return was being chained to a tree and treated like trash by a group of trash." I turned back to face William. The vulnerability and fear from the nightmares were gone from my eyes. In their place was a cold, familiar edge, one forged through blood and war. "The Zendaya who tried to be a good mate? She's gone. What they'll face now is the wolf princess who crawled out of a mountain of corpses." I stepped up to him and extended my right hand. It was scarred and battered, but still steady and strong.

, she continued mumbling, and for the millionth time I wondered again why the Dark Lord trusted such an important job to this blithering idiot. However, I knew that the Dark Lord wanted the witch. In fact, I knew what the stupid little she-wolf did not. Dragana was a Tribrid, one of the most powerful creatures to walk the earth. And if my information was correct, she was somehow related to the Dark Lord himself – how, that I still did not know. But I knew that he was obsessed with her, that all of our plans, all of this was centered around her. I knew that our new ally Verena wanted her too. It was a tug of war between her, a strange creature of mystical powers with an army of monsters, and

“Please approach the chalice, Rowyn Vale. Use the blade to make a small incision on your palm. Let three drops of blood fall.” I nodded, swallowing hard. My fingers trembled as I gripped the ceremonial blade, and sliced a shallow cut into my palm. One drop. Two. The third drop hit the liquid, and the entire damn room hissed. The chalice exploded in purple light, deep and swirling like someone poured a galaxy into it. Smoke curled into the air, and I blinked fast when glowing letters started forming above it, horrifyingly clear. Vaelryn. Godkiller Heir. 13 Magics.

But this is the tradition you will never be told stronger if you won't pass this forest. ___________ KEZTOR_elder "Walter" power_THUNDER FINO: VENOM GUALTIERO: GRAVITY MAI: WATER NARKISSA: NUMBNESS and TELEPORT NUNZIO: VOICE ORAZIO: SNIPER "Warg grandson, that was the list of all your clan allies. Are you sure about this" "I was born ready grandpa this is what I've been training for right? So what are you asking me like that?"

—AVA— The wind whipped through her hair as Ava stood at the edge of the cliff, overlooking the jagged path that would lead them straight to the Council Citadel. Below, thousands of wolves were camped. Rogue-born, bloodline defectors, and survivors of forgotten packs—all ready to march under her banner. She held the dagger of the First Queen in one hand. Her new sigil—a flaming crescent—was carved into her gauntlet. But even with an army at her back, Ava couldn’t shake the feeling.

She walked closer to where I was, dragging the sword against the earth. The young woman I had earlier fought with moved closer to the woman, but she held her left hand in the air. "It's alright, Gwen," she said, taking a few more steps toward me, until she was a few feet away and it was only when I stared into her deep purple eyes, I realized she was blind. "She broke through the boundary spells, and she's a witch working for the Dark Circle, Valerie," Jax muttered, eagerly wanting to cut off my head. The woman's face was turned to me, it was as if she could see me.

He growls as he spins the blade and points the edge at me. He isn’t one to play. The man before me holds no humanity in his dead eyes. He is a monster and if I wanted to survive; I needed to show him exactly what I was… “Evangeline Vilkas, queen of the wolves and the Goddess of the Moon. Help me, and your pack will reap the benefit of a future full of life, wealth, and prosperity.” The words slip from my mouth before I can even process them, my voice echoing through the trees.

A mix of witches and zombie witches popped out of thin air and started attacking us. And we started fighting back immediately. "Call the army." I said loudly. "They are on their way!" Natalia hollered back. The thing about fighting with witches was that they used magic. But once we got closed to them, they were an easy kill because they were weak. I spotted Adrik and I saw Faelern, Valerie and Fiyona make their way to him. They should be able to handle him. Viktoria was fighting as well. I saw Avalyn kill a witch that was running towards her. Good thing that magic doesn't work on both her and Nikolai.

~Nyra Virellion~** Both my wrists were caught in the grip of two different men. Zephyros held my right one, and the touch burned with disgust. On the other side, Lycan Alpha Vaerith held my left wrist, his eyes locked hard on Zephyros. The stare was so intense that Zephyros eventually gave in to the stronger wolf. His fingers loosened around my wrist, and I was pulled back against Vaerith’s chest. I stood there confused, with no idea what was about to happen next.

(Julian’s P.O.V) Her wolf looked ethereal when it was glowing with the blue light surrounding her, her howling like a song calling on the Moon Goddess. That’s when I heard the water rushing and the howls and snarls of our warriors. We had crashed her shifting party, knowing this would be the perfect opportunity to grab her. What we hadn’t counted on was her being mated to the future Alpha King of Màni. That was not in the report from our spies, they hadn’t done their jobs right even with the help of Beatrix