Exo Vaticanus Novels & Stories

N/B: Maxim is the same as Vincenzo (I made a slight mistake with the name and I've edited it) Thanks.

I missed seeing her pretty face, hearing her scream profanities at everyone…I missed having Seraphina Alvaréz under my watch. “What?” I paused, picking up the odd piece of paper sticking out from inside the violin's base. “What? What did you find? Her location? A threat?” In a nanosecond, Lazaro was standing next to me, his eyes flickering with suppressed emotions as he tried to decipher what we were both looking at. “It's…just a musical note.” I whispered, narrowing my eyes as the symbols looked a little too familiar for me to miss. “I'll go get someone who can play the Violin.” Lazaro gritted the words through his teeth, impatience clearly written all over his face as he turned to exit the

I gasped as blood spluttered everywhere, my heart skipping a beat as my nose caught a whiff of the cologne. I was familiar with it and would recognize it anywhere. Could it really be him? Did I not hallucinate then? "Who are you and what do you want with her?" His dark, thick voice echoed in the club, despite the noisy music. "P-please d-don't hurt m-me anymore, A lady with dark auburn hair approached me with cash to go after this lady. Apparently, she had taken some aphrodisiac so she could have fun with a guy." The man responded and I gritted my teeth against one another, suddenly rubbing my thighs together as it hit me.

He exhaled a sharp breath, pinched his nose, and walked to me once again. "I have spent my entire life being the 'good man.' The one who listens and waits in the shadows while men like Lucien take whatever they want. I have been rejected by the world, by my family, and now by you. But not anymore. I am not losing you to him again. You are going to marry me. Today. And that's final"

I lick him clean while he’s still twitching, then stand, press my cum-slick body against his, and whisper against his lips: “Sweet dreams, Mr. Voss.“ The doors open to his private foyer. I step out past him, leaving wet footprints he’ll never explain, and disappear into the penthouse shadows. He’s left standing in the elevator, shirt destroyed, cock out, covered in invisible evidence, staring at nothing while the doors close again. And tomorrow night, even God might not remain untouched. The cathedral is almost empty. Only a few scattered penitents, heads bowed, rosaries clicking softly. Moonlight spills through the stained-glass rose window, painting the marble floor in blood-red and sapphi

Seraphina slowly looked up. “You joined the Black Council.” “No.” “I infiltrated it.” Her breathing caught. “They’ve believed I belonged to them…” “…for twenty-three years.” ⸻ At the De Luca Estate… Lorenzo hurried into the hidden library holding a freshly decrypted file. “Boss.” “We finally traced the broadcast.” Alessio looked up. “Where?” “The signal wasn’t transmitted from Switzerland.” Silence. “It originated…” “…inside Vatican City.” Matteo blinked. “What?”

The music started but with a different song. (Music) Who'd have thought this is how the pieces fit You and I shouldn't even try making sense of it I forgot how we ever came this far I believe we had reasons, but I don't know what they are Some blame it on my heart, oh Love moves in mysterious ways It's always so surprising When love appears over the horizon I'll love you for the rest of my days Then another spotlight opened. This time it's focused on me. Gavin then went to me.

Caitlin saw Kyle at their head, arm bleeding, and scowling with fury. “Looks like we have company,” she said. Caleb and Sam turned, and frowned. “No time to waste,” Caleb said. The three of them took a sharp dive, right down to the entrance of the Vatican. They ran up to its huge, main doors, and they suddenly opened. Out came a short, old man, wearing a white cloak and hood. He pulled back his hood to reveal glowing, light green eyes. He stared at the three of them, then took a step towards Caitlin.

*Sophia’s POV* The bodyguards stayed toward the front of the vineyard, and Vincent pushed me forward with a gun pressed painfully into my back. The gnarled vines parted around us, and we stepped into a clearing. Vincent pointed to an all-too-familiar shape in the earth: a small rectangular pit the length and depth of a grave. All around it were loose dirt and rocks, and a dirty shovel leaned against one of the sides. I gasped when I saw a metal box lying in the grave. It was the box Alessandro put into the safe in his office, the box that contained Michelangelo's sketches. When I stopped walking, the cold metal barrel of the gun pressed sharply against my spine, urging me forward.

"Finis appropinquat. Venimus. Communitas supernaturarum transgressorum." 'The end is near. We are coming. Community of the rogue supernaturals'. Fuck me!