Exo Vaticanus Novels & Stories

Lorenzo glanced to his side as tires screeched so loudly that my eardrums almost exploded inside my head. I was trying to decipher what the fuck was going to when more black unregistered SUVs piled up right behind Lorenzo’s convoy, blocking all the exits and the streets that joined the long road that narrowed from the vatican. I was still on the ‘what in the actual fuck’ stupor when bullets hailed down from the sky like angry thunder. The screams intensified, the gunfire filling the air like an apocalyptic song. In a matter of seconds, bodies littered the entryway of the Vatican, blood drizzling on the paved sidewalks. The scene turned the holy land into a fucking hell entrance in a matter o

Lucia whispered through her comm, “Security rotation every twelve minutes. Cameras sweep counter-clockwise. We move when the bells hit one.” The first bell rang. Elena’s pulse quickened. The sound echoed through the quiet streets like a countdown from heaven. They slipped past the barricades, blending with the shadows, their footsteps silent on the slick marble. Lucia disabled the side entrance alarm with a small pulse device. The door clicked open. Alessandro murmured, “We’re in.” Inside, the Vatican was a cathedral of silence. Gold and marble reflected their flashlights in fractured light. The corridors smelled faintly of incense and stone dust.

Rome is a city that lives in the past. Stephen pointed at the walls of the Vatican. "Look at those walls " he said quietly. "They were built to keep out invaders. Now they are keeping out the world. Elias thinks he can use that to his advantage. He thinks if he can get us behind those walls the Third Key will not be able to reach us." I agreed with him. "He is right " I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "The Vatican does not care about records. They still use ways like wax seals. We are entering a world where a handwritten book from 1704's more important than a computer full of records."

I asked, narrowing my eyes. “A private art exhibition,” he said, setting the tablet aside. “I’ve acquired several new pieces, and I’d like you to see them.” I stared at him, suspicion curling in my chest. “You think an art gallery is going to fix this?” “It’s not about fixing anything,” he said smoothly. “It’s about showing you that you belong in my world.” The gallery was more than a private event—it was a spectacle. Luca had rented out an entire wing of one of the most exclusive museums in Saint-Tropez. The sleek, modern space was filled with priceless artworks, each one illuminated under soft, flattering lights.

WARNING SIGNS: LANGUAGE THAT IS UNAMBIGUOUS CURSING VIOLENCE, GUN VIOLENCE SELF-INFLICTED HARM BLOOD, DECEASE, and GORE LUCA POV "Vicenzo. . . Vicenzo Moretti Delgado. " She said gently. Vicenzo. The name was fucking perfect. "Vy-Ken-zo. " I tried out the name. "I love it. I love you. " I kissed her head, my heart racing with affection.

I know she can take it. Those lips of hers are like halloween candy- as wicked as they are sweet. She has no idea what I can make them do. And those eyes… I swear, I see God in those eyes. I almost laugh to myself. To think someone with a mind as dark and dirty as mine would be able to. Fuck. She has my attention. And now I want hers. "I heard Domenico Vesalius's rival for the Grand Prix is in critical condition," Guzzo says after a while of watching his cards, trying to decide if he should pick another. "Not likely to recover."

Violet POV I stared at the signed contract when I woke, finally believing it wasn’t a dream, I have reread it for the fifth time now and I didn’t know what prompted this generosity from Aleksei but I knew it had nothing to do with genuinety. 20% SHARES TRANSFERRED BY ALEKSEI CARMENE FROM CARMENE LTD TO VIOLET VALE CARMENE. The first thing that came to my mind was to hire Antonio as my right hand man, I needed him close by, someone whose loyalty wasn’t bought with the Carmen coin. I dialed his number and he picked at the first ring .

Others were so ridiculous that Emma had to physically stop herself from commenting. Then Sofia found something. “Wait.” She opened a thread. The post was buried deep in a chemical trading forum. The discussion wasn't recent, but it contained several references to Thanox. They followed usernames. Old posts. Deleted comments. Archived conversations. One username appeared repeatedly. Sofia copied it into another search. Then another result appeared. And another. By the time they had finished digging, they had three names. Three separate sellers. Three different parts of the world. One in Singapore.

"Don't leave me..." The vision vanished. Arthur staggered backward. Vivian caught him before he fell. "Arthur!" "I'm fine." "You don't look fine." He steadied himself against one of the towering pillars of skulls. "I've been here before." Vivian blinked. "What?" "This place." His breathing became uneven. "I know these tunnels." "But that's impossible." "No." He slowly looked into the darkness beyond the ossuary. "It isn't." Far above them, hidden within Vatican City, an elderly priest closed an ancient manuscript.

"Come on Colm if it wasn't for me and Viola you would be out of a job here plus our bad behaviour keeps Viola owing you favours and in your debt as an informer." Fr Colm pinched the bridge of his nose "You promised you two would stop this two hundred years you have been burning parts of Rome the Vatican is no longer willing to cover up this." he sighed. "As I said before the Vatican is over stepping. Viola and I have a millennium to work this out and it may take that. The greatest loves are never easy." he mused. His phone pinged and he fished it out from his jacket pocket and a smile spread across his face.