Wizards Of Waverly Place Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I could still clearly visualize my mother’s lavender eyes glowing with a brilliant, raw magic as she taught me how to pull my internal witch power inward, forcing the volatile energy to become completely dormant, cold, and entirely undetectable to anyone attempting to read my aura. We had even spent days concocting a highly complex potion designed to alter our lavender eye to a standard, unremarkable blue. Once again, I had hated the change because I loved the unique color we shared, but we both knew the harsh truth—lavender eyes only belonged to witches, and displaying them in the werewolf society was equivalent to a death warrant. I could still vividly remember the gravity in her voice whe

Bethany sneered, a fake look of concern on her face, "Looks like someone's a little clumsy when they are not busy writing about their crush. What happened, Elias? Did you trip on your own fantasies?" Emily chimed in, "Honestly, you need a real boyfriend to trip over instead. Tell me, are you really a virgin like you wrote in the book?" "She must be at least twenty-two. Aren't you like suppose to lose it since highschool?" Tiffany added, then gave her a mocking once over, "But well, I can see you're still a Virgin. Boys aren't attracted to loser nerds like you," "Such a wild imagination she has, with nothing to offer," Bethany sneered once more.

Even if they were far enough from the shore, the bottom of this lagoon they were in was smooth and a little deep, so far. The girl looked behind her and saw a man approaching them. “Look at him. The greatest wizard at Elmbridge School ...” Elizabeth looked doubtfully at Miss Harmony. “Really? I thought Mr. Knudlac was ...” Miss Harmony sighed softly and smiled. “For me he is the greatest wizard. And he spilled his magic on me ... only on me.” “What did he do to you?” asked the girl puzzled and scared. “He stole my mind ... heart ... and many other things,” Miss Harmony smiled.

her again, but it went to voicemail again. I decided to text her. “Call me when you can.” I added another text. It’s important.” I sighed and lay on my bed, staring up at my ceiling and feeling my entire body relaxing into my bed. One thing about this school was that they supplied very comfortable beds. They felt like clouds and my body nearly melted into the fabric of the bed. Soon, my phone started to ring, and I grabbed it quickly, expecting the screen to flash: Rachel. But instead, it flashed: Bri. I was happy she called, but I was really hoping it’d be Rachel. “Hey!” I said, sitting up in bed. “What were the results?” “A lot has happened since we talked yesterday,” I told her honestly.

Waverly put her hand on the door handle and sighed before opening the door and leaving. She walked down the hall towards the kitchen, her mind in a flurry. Waverly couldn't understand how to even comprehend what had just taken place. Sawyer…kissed her; and not just a simple kiss, it was full on. If she didn't stop him, she knew exactly where they were headed. Waverly's hands quivered from their encounter and she couldn't help but wonder if Sawyer had felt the connection too. And if he did, was it one that would last and be strong enough to break the curse? What was she even thinking? She knew nothing about connections and for the first time, admitted to herself that she had no idea what the

I whispered, dropping my gaze to the porch floorboards. ​Vance’s dark eyes gleamed. A slow, deeply satisfied smile spread across his face. ​"Good girl," he murmured. ​He stepped aside. I practically bolted past him, wanting to get straight to the stairs. But the second I crossed the threshold and heard the front door click shut behind me, his hand shot out. He grabbed my wrist, yanking me hard against his chest. ​"What are you doing?" I gasped, trying to pull away.

“A girl can take only so many rejections, Devin.” She was going to use her magic on me. My breath caught as the shock widened my eyes. I shook my head to say, "Don’t do that." Her eyes narrowed in a challenge. I shook my head more vigorously. Cocking a brow up, she smirked smugly and nodded slowly. “The last wizard who tried to play me, I turned him into a seat cushion and left him at a seniors’ home in the human zone. He’ll be dealing with butts and farts for the rest of his life.”

KIARAS POV It’s been two months now since I arrived here at the White Haven Coven. Though, it definitely has felt longer. My first week here was tough trying to just fit in. There are definitely some witches and warlocks that made it their life’s mission to make me miserable. What gets me the most is that it’s mainly adults that have an issue with me. Aunt Karina told me to ignore them. That they are just jealous because I can tap into magic no one else can without using dark magic which would also cause them to lose their powers a lot faster. Not for me because dark magic was used to create me, so I get all the benefits and as far as we know, none of the downfall. Eventually, I lost my temp

He just lifted his cone and offered it to me. I kept staring into his eyes as my tongue touched his ice cream. I licked it slowly. My brain short-circuited. Reality and fantasy started making out. Another lick. This time, I finished it. All of it. Julian didn’t blink. His breathing was irregular. His eyes exuded pure sin. He cleared his throat one sound—and the spell shattered like glass. Reality came crashing back like a semi. The next second, he tossed the empty cone into the trash.

Her pointed eyes make me go still, “What did you say about Violet being in your head again?” “Oh,” I make a face, “Well, something strange is happening with my wolf. He’s certain Sky is his mate. That was the first time he was involved during sex and it made me feel weird. It felt all-consuming and I was so desperate to have her… it reminded me of how I felt when I was in the spell. I want to talk about that, I want to know if it’s possible that my mind got fucked because of the spell so now…”