Witch Of Vainglory Novels & Stories

He panted for a few seconds before he spoke. He managed to run fast even though he limped. For the longest time he had been limping and I couldn’t recall what happened that caused it. Perhaps it was an accident. “Who is Veyra?” I asked. “The black witch. She is also called the dark witch,” he replied. “Do you know her?” “I do. Everyone in the pack knows her,” he responded. “I don’t,” I told him. He couldn’t believe that Veyra was killed just like that. If she ever reincarnated, she would avoid any werewolf from the Kaelith bloodline.

My Vanguard soldiers instantly slammed their heavy spears against their iron shields in a deafening, synchronized salute to their warlord. I turned back toward the dark interior of the vehicle, smoothing down my black armor. I extended my open, armored hand toward Valeria. I fully intended to play the role of the dominant, protective Vanguard Alpha—to physically show the entire continent that the Blood Moon Heir was securely under my thumb and my military protection. But Valeria didn't even look at my hand. She completely ignored my outstretched palm, stepping right past me with a fluid, terrifying grace that entirely cut me out of the frame.

I asked everyone. “We do have Wendy’s mate Vor. She is a white witch. She has tried but whoever the witch is that is helping this group is strong. Vor can’t pick anything up, so they blocked their tracks really well. They must have used scent blockers or something too because there was no scents left behind.” Dev said.

Sorry my aunt is a psychopath who framed your empires for the murder of a mage boy, so that she’d have an excuse to start a war…? Honestly, maybe that would be a good start. It chilled me how well Isabella had planned tonight’s entertainment. Yet what she hadn’t reckoned on was that now she’d made me the official Wolve Winner. I’d pbutted the test. That made me the one and only, and even though I’d started all of this not knowing a damn thing about her sorceresy world, what I did know was this: The Wolve Winner had political clout. Wolve Winners could spark wars, win them, and they could end them. So, now I could…my way.

Beads of sweat started forming on my forehead and I knew what was coming next. Before I could even name it, the hunger came. It was so intense and I thought I could lose my mind. Vampires drink blood. And I am a vampire. Not just an ordinary vampire but a cursed one. I get this insatiable hunger when midnight strikes and I couldn't control myself. But I don’t understand why I am having the feeling now when it’s not yet midnight. I looked at the girl in front of me, wearing a worried look on her face. Her name’s Annalise, a new student. And if she doesn’t run away right now, she’d be my victim.

she said. “No, we will need your strength to get out of here. I don’t care if the human side is weak,” she replied, and Sofia knew Valeria wouldn’t listen. Perks of being powerful: her wolf can choose to take her pain or not because the human side is already powerful, and she can withstand pain and heal herself without her wolf. Valeria was only hoping they were close. The door opened, and Vladimir and Grace walked in. Grace smirked, seeing her in that position. She can finally get rid of her, and Helna doesn’t have to be involved.

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.

uffling in the woods in the direction the rogue came from, and I see two more wolves come out into the clearing. We’re they enemy or friend? It was hard to tell. Looking closer at their disheveled appearance and the way they are stalking towards us I make the conclusion that they are not friendly. We are clearly outnumbered. Shit shit shit I think to myself, what am I going to do. I can’t leave them. Suddenly I look up at the moon and realize it’s the equinox and feel the surge of power inside of me. Just then I hear a snap and a howl that would send your teeth on edge. I see Ajax shifting back into Alex, his leg clearly broken from the fight. Alpha Leo tries to get to his son, but is fighti

Just me, my two blades, and the smell of the wolves. "Well, well," a smooth, vicious voice purred through the burning gray fog. "Look at the big Alpha. All alone in the mud." Vex stepped through the smoke. She looked terrifyingly perfect. She wasn't wearing heavy armor like Vance's grunts; she wore sleek, dark leather plates that showed off her elongated, hybrid-grafted limbs. Her eyes weren't human anymore—they were bright, reflective silver, shifting fast under the red emergency lamps. In her right hand, she held a long, curved steel cleaver that was already painted in Nullifier blood.

Sorex raised up his leg and slammed it against the rib cage of Vicoliz, pushing him meters away, but Vicoliz was quick to recover. Vicoliz stretched forth his palms and started blasting white energy flames at Sorex. Sorex got hit by some, and he was able to dodge some. "Atlasss girte" Vicoliz yelled and hundreds of thick green vines sprouted from the ground and started attacking Sorex on its own..... The two witches, Naomi and Amaka, who were watching the fight were amazed at the number of Spells Vicoliz was able to master within just two days. "He is truly the Action god" Naomi mumbled.