Witch Of Vainglory Novels & Stories

It travels with wings like that of the devil, its eyes are as black as night, and on two feet it walks, but on four it runs when it's time to hunt. It's a werewolf the myths say, but how can a werewolf be born with wings as sharp as shards, wings that can slice through its prey and feet with nails longer than the city's tallest building? Surely not an ordinary one, right? Then what to call it? The mythical, wing having beast of death? Perhaps so, but no matter how scary its name became, Verya was determined she'd kill it in this century. She was born with the blood of her father; the blood of an alpha, and though many did not, and still don't believe in her, she'd prove that she's worthy of

Token-tick became a roar of wood. “Name yourself,” Vaelin said, voice all bone. Matrena’s red eyes found mine as the mountain’s root opened behind her like a second mouth. “You already carry it in your blood,” she said. “Say Blood. Say Witch. Say the title the Veil gave the woman who rocks the last ember and feeds the curse that keeps kings tame.” The word I had smelled in a scroll stood up in the wreck. She did not let me speak it first. The next shockwave lifted me off the step and into Vaelin’s arms, and through the flying iron I saw her silhouette against the cellar dark, crimson and straight, no hinge left in the world that I trusted.

Maxim immediately turned and locked our eyes, again pressure, but this time anger began to appear in me, trying not to betray my feelings, she asked: “Maybe you’ll ask your question already, alpha, and won’t you press me to the ground with your strength?” he chuckled. - At first I thought you were drinking a decoction or infusion. I honestly don't know much about these things, but now...Vallia are you wearing an artifact? At these words, I was alarmed: - Why do you think so? - For a werewolf with a more sensitive sense of smell, this will be obvious. - Smell? I don't understand.

she snapped in annoyance as she helped herself up. "Jinx! You cast a spell on him and made him forget all that happened up till this evening!" "Huh! But I did nothing but place my hand over his head," Lucia said with a confused look. "That's why I said you are powerful! According to the history of the world of vampires, wolves, and witches, only six people have been able to perform a jinx successfully." "Really? And who are those?" Lucia asked with excitement. "The dark lord himself- Lucifer, the current heads of the wolves, witches and vampires, queen Jezebel and your father!"

“To this sacred place.” She gestured around us. To the strange flat rocks forming the clearing here. And the odd green of the grass. The vibrant wildflowers which seemed to form a perfect frame around the circle as if somehow, they could make a barrier, people couldn’t cross. But I had. “What is this place?” “Now that, My Dear,” She lifted a pointed finger. “is the correct question.” *** “It’s called The Mending Vale. This is where ancient witches used to come to help gather energy from each other. Or to heal any one of them. It’s why you came…To be healed.”

“Who's that stupid to form an alliance with a rogue against you?” Alpha Van's jaw clenched, his hand tightened on mine, and it seemed as though he was choosing his words carefully, but it stung him like venom. “A witch,” he said intensely. Beta Solomon’s eyes widened with surprise. His glaring eyes twinkled as he said in a hushed tone, “A witch?” Alpha Van nooded. “But witches haven't been seen in Vaelothor or even nearby for—” “I saw one. That just proves we're all wrong. And she helped Anakiyus escape. He's still alive.”

A soft, glowing light emanated from her palms as she focused her healing magic. As Victoria worked, an uneasy silence settled over the cave, broken only by the soft rustle of leaves outside and the distant hoot of an owl. The alpha watched her intently, his eyes flickering with curiosity. "You still haven't told me what you are," he spoke up, his voice gentler now, almost pleading. Victoria paused for a moment, her gaze meeting his. "I am Victoria," she replied, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of her lips. "I am both werewolf and witch, a fusion of two worlds."

Seeking knowledge with his thirst to find out the origin of the loops, he soon finds himself trapped into the perfect cube he created, which leads him into the arms of the maiden that encircle them all into the tragic fate and wants of their played life and unfortunate destiny. Now protecting the heart that his master cared for, the puzzle piece that he is searching for for so long will fall indirectly out of place, creating the taboo behind the lies that every one of them is facing. Can his aggressiveness all be worth it if he cannot let go of the only thing that in the first place is not meant for him to take? GWEN RIVA Ruled under Loyal and Obedience, she came from the dimension alternate

~Alric~ “V - valencia?” His uncle stumbled in his words as he clarified, “And how - how is Valencia supposed to prove anything?” Alric’s gaze fell on Valencia, the oldest member of their pack, a hybrid; half-wolf and half-witch. Among the council of elders, she was considered to be the wisest. They called her their healer, primarily because she was an expert at making healing potions, but Alric knew, there was so much more to her than just making elixirs.

I asked again, and this time, Mom responded, " Agatha, you're going to ascend the leadership of your grandmother" My Grandmother was one of the most feared and powerful witches; her power reigned supreme before she was brutally killed by the system _ Hybrid Zandor. Zandor was the son of one of the witches in the council, but when his father was accused of performing black magic, Zandor swore to make the lives of everyone living and that of the council ( the system) for unjustly accusing his father of black magic; which eventually took his own life.