Witch Will Vandom Novels & Stories

Only the strongest and the best warrior can work as a Quill warrior. We are in Quilluet Pack, the strongest, biggest, and oldest pack in the world. There are about 12.000 werewolves living in Quilluet's teritory. There are so many strong warriors from this pack, including our Alpha, Alpha Eaton Flynn. He is known as the strongest alpha in the world now. He took over this pack when he was only 16 years old. He is very attractive too......well at least that's what i heard.

Johnny rolled his eyes, making no attempts to stop the witch as she stormed out of the kitchen. It had been several hours since Ursula made her discovery and since then, everyone had been flying around the place trying to slow down a mass shift. However, Johnny couldn't help but think they were too late. Now the wolven spirits had been given a chance to awaken, they would do what they could to stay awake. It was simply a case of natural survival instincts. But he followed orders and the orders were to slow down a mass shift until they all understood a bit more of what was happening.

She is really strange. ✍️Authoress Ricky ✍️ To be continued... Bursted...Is Vendetta using scope now? Like, comments and comments to read next episode

Mike quizzed as we walked past the front door entering the house. I received a letter from Vladimir saying wry was still gathering his men and would attack the witches when they least expect. I wouldn't want to have my hopes up by trusting in him but all the same, I want to believe that he wouldn't disappoint me. "I am still waiting on him and believe he would comply sooner," I told him.

Hector said, even before I had a chance to answer. "Vans, how about we make a contract?" he proposed. "A contract? What do you mean?" I didn't understand what kind of contract Mr. Hector was referring to. There were various types of contracts I knew of, but at least I would listen first to the type of contract he would offer me. I could refuse if it would be detrimental to me. "Before that, Vans, what is your adventurer rank?" "I haven't registered as an adventurer yet. Maybe after this, I will go to the adventurer's guild."

Our eyes locked, this was it, the moment of truth, I had to decide, this was what I had been working towards, an end to the persecution of my people. “What is your name?” I asked. “Damon… Damon Chase.” I stretched out my hand, “I am Lady Cecile of the Vanderhills, supreme mother of the witches. If we are going to become allies, the least we can do is know each other’s name.” Damon took my hand in his, his grip was firm and strong as he shook my hand and when he let go, a small smile curled up on his lips.

"We're going somewhere." Frowning, Triana packed her food back into the lunch box. "I thought we were continuing our journey in the morning." "You're not wrong. But I want to show you something." "Show me something?" Triana asked, brushing off the back of her dress. "What do you want to show me?" "You'll see soon," Vlador replied, untying his tunic and pulling the loose white garment from his head. "Why are you undressing?" Ignoring Triana's question, Vlador stepped back and threw his tunic onto a log. Then, a pair of massive wings suddenly popped out from his back.

The witch couldn't able to control him anymore while he finally shifted into a werewolf completely and it alarmed our pack within the hill, probably the Wolf Grave too. 'We're going there now, Vance!' I heard Wan said through our pack link. Vance stood tall, hovering above the witch and I only saw fear in her movement as she shrunk back a pace. My brother didn't hesitate to lunge at her. But before I could even blink, the vampire freed me and quickly kicked my brother away from the witch. Vance was flung away but he recouped straightaway and attacked them again but I hurdled between them speedily, making him stop halfway.

“You didn’t know?” Elena’s eyes widened. “You own… everything, don’t you?” Damon bent down to her face. His breath brushed her ear. “Not everything. Not yet.” Her friends whistled from the dance floor. “Go, Elena!” one of them yelled. She ignored them, heart racing. “I’m off the clock, Mr. Voss. You can’t boss me around here.” His grip tightened. “Call me Damon tonight.” His voice dropped even lower. “And I can do whatever the fuck I want in my own club.”

Aaliyah replied before we were unconsciously pulled into an argument to what name really suited us- -when we actually really gathered to welcome Wu back from her rehabilitation center. "I like a little mystery, we-" Wu had started out before Jacqueline clicked her glass to gather our attention. "-the vamps" She interrupted with a slight shrug of her shoulders and we hesitantly held up our glasses this time-- "Too cliché" Wu eye rolled. We looked to her as she brought out her blow, it was to no surprise to us that even after rehab, Wu still had no plan to stay clean-