Witch Will Vandom Novels & Stories

When I put one of my eyes on it, and closed the other one, I could see everything very clearly. “You are not to move. Talk. Or even breathe when Kent is here.” My mother said to me when she found out Kent, a werewolf with the biggest clan, was interested in seeing Marianna. “Mama, I cleaned all the china, and swatted the sofa. You won’t find any of our wolf hairs or real hairs. Can Jezebel and I go out now? She hasn’t been out since the incident.” I heard Marianna, my light, my love, my sister, ask my mother. Only her red hair was visible to me but I could almost imagine her pink button nose scrunching up as it always did, as she talked.

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”

I tried to reason with everything Kaidon had said and slowly it all made sense. Willow needs me to loose which explains the lifeless rogues that she brought to face me. Also it explains the reason why the champion had died. Willow used him for a sacrifice to gain more power. “We cannot let her grow any more powerful. She has released a wyvern and we cannot say what next she is going to do” Dawson revealed. “I feel like tomorrow’s game is going to be something dangerous” Kaidon suggested. “You know what, I think we should all go to sleep. We already have our plans lined up and in the end nothing will go wrong. We might just be overthinking” I said with a shrug.

The villa was an inferno of orchestrated sound. The initial distraction—the C4 charges on the west wing—had served its purpose, drawing the bulk of Damon Salvatore's mercenaries toward the surface perimeter. But now, as Vladimir tore through the sub-level toward the medical bay, the Italian command unit had to hold the line, ensuring that this flank remained secure and that Salvatore's desperate reserves didn't cut off Vladimir’s escape route.

“As a Warlock you are born with different abilities. You are a descendant of a high warlock so you have multiple abilities one of which is being a witch. Vlad has the ability to create multiple portals at once. He can send you wherever you want to go even without him being there but the rest of us have to be there to be able to send you there. With Vlad’s portal you can not be lost in quantum. I on the other hand have the ability to look into your head. If you let me I can dig out the dreams and we would both see it.” She explained.

I asked, taking a bite of syrup-drenched waffles. “He sent Booker,” Carter replies. I choke on my pancake. “He is just as bad as Ajax,” I gasp after expelling the food from my airway. Booker Kimble, codename: Veles. He is a taciturn weapons expert tactician with a blood kink. He reminds me of C.H.A.O.S.’s hellhound, Ransom. They both have adorable boyish faces with big blue eyes and thick lashes, but they are deadly like slow loris. You want to cuddle them because they’re so cute, but they are poisonous and will kill you.

“Sila! Don’t be foolish!” “Please don’t interfere in my business, Vlad. I said yes to him. And I am serious about this. Now I belong to the Irish. Accept it.” She politely removed his hands from his shoulders. Vladimir could see her determination and slowly He resigned from her. He knew she wouldn't listen to him. Not now. But He would be fucking looser if He let his sister go into hell ever again now that He know she is alive. He would not let those Irish dogs enjoy his sister’s slavery anymore now. No fucking way.

"I want to know where Mery Ventura is." "Who?" "You know exactly who I mean," I shot him a glare. "And what do I get in return?" "You don't want to know why I need it?" "I already know." "And will you punish Francesco? Me?" Axel leaned back against the chair, his hand sliding down my back. A shiver ran through me, raising goosebumps, and for a moment I forgot my mission. "We'll make it a fair trade. I won't punish anyone." I nodded—so far, so good. But it was still Axel, and he never played fair.

We turn into the hotel grounds and the cars slow toward the entrance, and Enzo immediately squeezes forward into the gap again with a phone angled toward me showing a live feed of the ballroom interior. "Flamingo is still talking to the tattooed guy," he reports. "Big. Very inked. Orlov is not in the room yet." I glance at the feed. Then back at the road. "Flamingo." "Codename," Dante says, with the tone of someone explaining something obvious. "The Greek Princess is the Flamingo. Orlov is the Chipmunk." He pauses. "You are the Italian Stallion." Something happens in my chest that I cannot fully contain before it reaches my face. It is not a smile. It is adjacent to one. It escapes before I