Exo Vaticanus Novels & Stories

, he reminded himself, he talked with the boy first. So, he watched Trevor picked up the pile of notebooks and walked away whistle he shouted, "Guys, I am gonna go now!" "Ahh! I finished writing! Cap wait!", a boy shouted and rushed behind the class monitor. 🧬🧬🧬 "Venus, when is this body's death determined?" June asked as he popped a grape in his mouth. [The information Hades Inc. has reported that the body would be deceased after ten months from now.]

"He's sitting inside the inner sanctuary with his personal guard, holding the master bio-pumps." "Because Dominic knows Vasili isn't here for the cathedral," Cattleya said softly. "Vasili is here for the master ledger”and the remaining seed-samples of my original strain." Below them in the plaza, a high-tier vampire elder”his arms extended into seven-foot whips of bone and hardened blood”swept through a line of Church crossbowmen, bisecting three paladins in a single horizontal arc. But before the elder could feed, a volley of silver-tipped incendiary rounds erupted from the cathedral's upper rose window, detonating his chest in a cloud of white, holy fire.

“Already on your way to being a Romano, I see.” Cristiano Argento looked at the champagne with disdain and waved away the waiter. I wanted to pull the waiter back and make him stay but I knew he’d likely get shot for it. Cristian however, just shot me a kind smile. The many lines that appeared on his face betrayed his real age hidden by his youthful face. At first glance, he didn’t seem the kind of man who’d be involved in this kind of business but more like a favored uncle who always brought gifts for everyone during his visits. “I apologize for not having congratulated you yet on your wedding.” He raised his glass and I was left with nothing to do with my hands since he scared off the wait

“Then no one can pretend they’re innocent anymore.” The bells began to ring again slow, mournful, echoing over the Tiber. Above the sound, a drone of Vatican news broadcast broke through the smoke: Serena Voss confirmed deceased. The Vatican denounces both Romano and Clay factions. Global sanctions are imminent. Bianca didn’t flinch. She reached into her coat, holding up the drive. “Let them sanction ghosts,” she said quietly. “We still own the truth.” Matteo’s eyes met hers. “And what’s the plan now?”

Inside, her stomach was a knot of icy tension, but she let her eyes sparkle with feigned excitement. ​"You’re always so focused on the impact, Julian," she cooed, her hand squeezing his. "But I think the 'Vatican White'—the one with the silver threading—is much more us. It’s classic. It’s untouchable. It says that no matter what is happening in the world outside, inside those walls, we are in a sanctuary of our own making."

He found a new home. "Step back from the glass!" Inquisitor Vane shouted, drawing his silver pistol. The Council members scrambled out of their high chairs, their faces pale with terror. They wanted a weapon they could study, but they had brought a hungry god into their house. Zade slammed his fist against the reinforced glass. BOOM. The coffin didn't just break; it exploded. Shards of glass flew through the air like shrapnel. Guards screamed as they were cut down. Vane fired his pistol, but the silver bullet melted before it even touched Zade’s skin.

“Before Valeria does.” Amara The Vatican vault is a fortress of marble and silence. We move through the corridors disguised as private benefactors—one of Luca’s countless aliases granting us temporary entry. Every wall breathes centuries of secrets. The air is thick with incense and old dust. A nun guides us through the hall of relics. “You seek the Codex Sangue?” she asks in Italian, voice low, eyes sharp. “It is not open to the public.” Luca’s charm slides into place like a weapon. “We’re not the public, sorella. We’re history.”

He already knows what is wrong but he still needs to confirm. He studied the young woman's wounds. There are scratches around her arms and legs. Probably from the dragging by her predators. Jones is a vampire but after years of practicing self-control, he managed to make his senses devoid of any scent. If his guess was true, then this woman's blood wouldn't affect him no matter how addictive her blood is.

Rio asked, his eyes widening, as Levante studied him for a moment before responding. "Elena and Damon are victims of the DT-15 outbreak..." Levante began, and Rio's eyes widened further. "The drug?" Levante nodded. "As a scientist, I love to experiment, so I discovered DT-15. I call it 'The Super Drug.' It works wonders. Forget cocaine, marijuana, or any other drugs like that. DT-15 was a game-changer. If it had been produced on a large scale, Romano Pharmaceuticals would have been unbeatable in the world. But the drug's production faced an obstacle—Elena's father. He was a fervent opponent, and it cost him his life. May his soul rest in peace." Levante feigned a sorrowful expression. Rio ey

Devin calls out, jogging after me. After the Colosseum, we headed to Vatican City to see the Sistine Chapel. It’s absolutely amazing. I stood staring up at the ceiling so long my neck started aching, and I’m sure I gave myself a case of vertigo. Either that or it’s the way Devin is rubbing my shoulders. We’re all over each other, flirting shamelessly, pretty much eye-fucking one another. I can feel myself caving, and that self-control Dev was commending me for is waning, and it's waning fast. “Oh my God, this pizza is making my tongue orgasm.” I moan keenly, taking a bite of the thin crust of buffalo mozzarella, sundried tomato and basil pizza. Devin throws his head back and laughs heartily