Witch Will Vandom Novels & Stories

Walking in through the huge, opposing front door, she sees a few people sitting around and talking, their words trailing into silence as they look at her with wonder. “Everyone, this is Willow. Willow, these are just a few of the local witches, there are more of us elsewhere, of course.” Willow nods, standing still, feeling out of place among these witches. But she has no choice, she has to belong. She can’t stay with Alaric. The voices gradually pick up again, getting over the surprise of seeing someone new. “It’s lovely to meet you, Willow; I’m Zander, a descendant of the Vossen bloodline.” Willow looks at the clear-skinned young man, his dark hazel eyes a pool of warmth.

Luke’s father went back to stand by Luke’s mom while Luke stayed forward, and I went to join him. The priest, once again, handed me the knife. I cut a slit down my other hand and handed the knife to Luke who did the same. I spoke into the microphone. “I, Blake Wulfric, elect Lucas Hemming as my beta, to be loyal to and lead the Midnight Maple Pack alongside me.”

“Alright, it looks like the vampire strategy might work.” “It will work. And by the way, I am Vlad, fourth Prince of the vampire bloodline, learn to use my name.” I go out, followed by Chameleon, who, with a nod of his head, immediately leaves to warn all the fighters, then an explosion breaks the silence of this night. I run to see and notice that the hut's wall of the wounded hut literally pierced from side to side. The explosions continue going towards the forest, and I immediately start to put the pieces together.

They had no idea what the vampire crown prince was doing and what the crown prince would do next. Vander crouched down. Leon was surprised. Leon didn't want to interrupt; he tried not to ask anything or offer help; he was afraid of disturbing Vander's concentration. Vander took a pinch of grass and smelled it, then returned it to the ground. Then he took the soil and held it tightly, kissed it, and this time, he didn't put it back where it came from. Vander stood up and turned to Leon and Winko, standing two meters away. The two he-wolves widened their eyes, and their hearts stopped beating for two seconds when they saw Vander's red eyes.

"And what about Zinedine? Do you think you can take her right under his nose? Don't forget he is powerful as you're." "Oh please could you all stop hyping Zinedine, his powers are nothing compared to mine which makes me the strongest. I was just waiting for the time to strike but you Mum, made it very easy for me." Vlad said. He had thought they would do the deal in the Wilderwood office so he will start planning how to get Samira and kill Zinedine but signing the deal over dinner at the Wilderwood house has given him an opportunity that he wouldn't want to miss.

Then his aura flared—dark green tendrils ripping out of the earth and slamming me into a pillar of ice. My bones shook. And he pinned me there, hand raised— Until the sky flashed gold. Wanda shot downward like a comet. Light spiraled around her wings as she fired bolts of holy mana at Vaelen. “Step away from him!” she shouted. Vaelen clicked his tongue and released me, blocking her attack with a mana shield. “You kids never learn when to quit,” he said. “And you never learn not to mess with my friends,” Wanda snapped back. She hovered, blasting him again, forcing him to block repeatedly—each hit pushing him an inch.

Unsuccessfully. "How impolite of me. Let me introduce myself. I am Slade, the Prince of Hieroland." "What do you want--" Wes was cut off by Willow exclaiming, "the adopted son?" "Adopted?" Slade stated in disbelief. "You didn't actually believe that you weren't adopted, right?" Willow slowly reached into her pocket for the small knife that she had recently started carrying. "I mean, your mom is a witch, and you're a vampire. That had to be an eye-opener."

I bade good bye to the pack except my mother, she had left without letting anyone know of her whereabouts but I had a feeling that she yet again went to plead with the wolves council. We left and started our journey to the vampire Kingdom with Vlad flying about us giving us directions to where Andros was found. We didn't have to take long to spot him, he was riding on a horse coming before us and immediately he saw us, he drew his hand out and began to wave. Anger surged within me at the guts he possessed. After everything he had done, he had the guts to wave at us like we sent him on a mission and he was returning. "Should I attack?" Willow growled in his direction but I motioned for her to

We all knew who the call was from and the consequences that could abound from missing the call. We sat on the chairs placed in front of the circular table and I clicked on the accept button. There was static audio for a few minutes as we tried to connect. Network in the basement was really horrible, but we had no other place to use. This basement provided the best form of concealment. After a few minutes of trying, we heard the unmistakable voice of Vandal, the second in command of our leader. Vandal was known for his proud and arrogant nature. He was a man of little patience and he preferred violence to negotiation. Sometimes, I wonder how he managed to earn the favour of the leader.

So in this life, my sister chose Jackson without hesitation. After hearing her words, my mom sighed and turned to me. “Emma, Lily has wronged you. But the Hollanders’ bride price already paid for your brother’s tuition. And with their background, we can’t afford to offend them.” The Hollanders didn’t have a good reputation in town. Mark’s father had killed someone and gone to prison. Mark dropped out after middle school and ran with a group of thugs. His mother rarely spoke and never went out, and his younger sister had a bad temper, nothing lady-like at all.