Witch Will Vandom Novels & Stories

To disable the hidden cameras and laser fences, they needed a couple of good security technicians. The vampire queen smirked. She was not weak like Vlad and his father; she was much more powerful. This pack had been the source of all Samantha's hatred, so she was determined to set it on fire and blow it up. Samantha is making sure that her old pack is the first to experience her wrath.

She couldn't go into details for now. Returning his gaze on his son, Angdra placed his hand on his forehead and closed his eyes. "The blade used on him caused him this." Angdra said, opening his eyes to stare at Willow. "Don't worry, your father is here to make it right." He added. He cut Willow's palm with his nail from his right index finger and also cut his own Palm and placed it on Willow fastly before anyone could see his blood. Willow saw it but didn't say a word. Angdra blood wasn't the normal type of blood flowing out everyone, his blood is like lava fire.

Is all Alpha Chance says, and I look at him confused. “What about dark magic?” I asked him, needing to know what kind of trouble Willow was in. Alpha Chance filled his glass back up after he downed the first glass and moved to take a seat at his desk. Once he was seated he says, “This Alpha Damon has the Moon Witch helping him. Somehow, he got Willow to mark him as hers and now I don’t think Willow is thinking of her own free will. I believe that Willow’s powers are now tainted with dark magic.”

I would not let this ungrateful brat ruin Quinn's life again, not in a million years. My refusal made her stomp her feet in frustration. Just as she was about to say something else, a cool voice interrupted. "Even if she were willing to let go, I wouldn't agree to it." Quinn had returned and was now standing beneath the willow tree. His gaze was icy and resolute.

She finished. “You don’t look the type.” Kent said, his voice cold. He snapped his fingers again, the wolf began roaming all over again. “What—what is he doing?” My mother asked. “Patrolling. Pay no attention to him.” Kent responded back. “Now, I want to see when I can take Marianna back to Blackwood Castle. I’d like to get started right away on making our cubs.” Kent said, and I could see Marianna’s face turning pink. Though she wasn’t embarrassed, she was excited. I, however , had a funny feeling. I usually got this feeling while around male wolves—grant I was not around them much. All I knew was, he was lying. I could prove it. I wasn’t sure if I was right, but all I knew was, I didn’t wa

He didn't want to bring the Jormonts into this either, even if Caleb had killed Wilbur Jormont and Wetar Jormont—those two simply weren't important and they could tolerate that! But Wixon? Their junior chief?! If they took this lying down, they'd might as well write cowards over their heads! It just wasn't their style as Sanctuarians! While everyone quickly understood that the Rags Scholar's first name was Rags Willow, Caleb turned toward Willow too. With three major Sanctuarian factions surrounding them, it depends on him entirely to free them. "Heh!" Willow chuckled coolly. "I won't lie—I may be unable to stop so many from murdering my apprentices, but I shall become an avenger starting fr

At least I don’t think it would. “I see,” muttered Vlad, “Is it something worth living for these days?” “Very much so,” I grinned. “Damien, if it’s a witch, tread carefully, especially before the alliance is intact,” cautioned Vlad. “Don’t worry Vlad, I plan to be a good little vampire,” I smirked, he just shook his head. “I will miss you Damien, when you do leave,” confessed Vlad. I patted him on the shoulder, “Don’t worry old man, I’ll come back to visit every now and then, but only you.”

My voice cracked over the field hard enough that wolves still close enough to hear lifted their heads through panic. “Stop wasting steel on the scaled backs!” One of the younger warriors, Vandwood, maybe nineteen, barely a real beard under the blood on his face, had been hacking uselessly at the upper spine of a Vaelcryn while the thing worried at another man’s leg. I reached them in three strides, drove my shoulder into the younger wolf hard enough to knock him off line, and buried my blade through the soft point beneath the creature’s ear. It convulsed. I tore the blade free.

her anger still evident in her voice, this was the first time I had seen her this vulnerable. “You can't be my queen and you know that,” I said with a hint of anger in my voice, I didn't like the fact that she mentioned Vanessa's name like she was a nobody in my life. “Why? Because I am a witch. Is it my fault?” Willow asked looking at me, I don't know if she expected me to answer. “Then I am leaving, I am leaving you, Dante”

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