Gore Vidal Novels Novels & Stories

Veda’s POV Whispers followed me like a cold draft through the hallways of the estate, biting and relentless. It had been a week since the dress fitting, a week since Rowan had draped black diamonds around my throat and claimed me as his territory. In the King City District, that was an eternity for rumors to mutate into something far more dangerous. "They're terrified of you, Veda," Lila whispered, her voice barely audible over the hum of the ventilation. We were in the library, a massive cavern of leather-bound secrets and shadows. Lila had slipped in under the guise of delivering tea, but her eyes were darting toward the door every few seconds. She looked like she’d been vibrating with anx

Tasha was devastated about the reality of her being a ghost. She thought she was dead, she had dreams. Even if she acted like a slut whose only interests were parties and getting boys hard for fun. She wanted to be a doctor, just to save lives. But everything was never gonna happen for her, and she thought everything had ended for her.

My heart skipped. I moved closer, scanning the titles until one name leapt out at me like a struck nerve. Dead Viles… The moment I read it, my stomach twisted to nausea. I pulled the text free and opened it, my fingers trembling despite myself. Unlike Lunareeth, this book was filled with dense writing, diagrams etched in faded ink, and warning seals pressed into the margins. Dead Viles. A deadly, ancient poison. I started reading about it, and the more I read, the more my heart shuddered with a cold chill…

Lydia glared at Adrian before forcing a strained smile toward her guest. "I'm so sorry, Mrs. Gillan. Please excuse the commotion." Lydia smiled awkwardly, then grabbed my arm and helped me to my feet. "She's the young woman I told you about. Her name is Claire Milton, the one the astrologer said has a healing presence." The moment I saw Susan's face, memories from my past life surged back. Her only son, Charlie Gillan, apparently died of cancer the night before my wedding. Her eyes were hollow with grief, but when she looked at me, a fragile spark of hope flickered within. She reached out and clasped my hand tightly.

I knew the family's position relative to the gates I held and the inspections I had recently begun of the Western territories. A daughter of Kiraman. Ares had straightened beside me. For once he was not performing anything. He was simply standing with the quiet alertness of someone who understood that what had just been said was significant and was waiting to understand exactly how. I moved to the window. The city stretched beyond the glass, ordinary and lit and entirely unaware of the recalibration happening in this room. Somewhere in this territory was a woman in a Kiraman family who had been shopping for a wedding dress today and who had stood in my arms for a handful of minutes in a burn

‎Grace stared ahead. ‎She thought of the name she no longer used. ‎The life she no longer had. ‎The grave she never got to visit. ‎She did not come back for revenge driven by anger. ‎She came back because the truth had been buried for too long. ‎Nathaniel checked his phone, already moving on to the next crisis. He did not notice the way Grace’s fingers tightened briefly in her lap. ‎He did not see the quiet resolve in her eyes. ‎To him, this marriage was temporary. Controlled.

Eventually, the attacker crumpled to the ground and Vida’s savior turned his attention on her. “You should be safe now.” He said, moving towards her, as he closed in, this new person planted a passionate kiss on her, and Vida kissed back with all her might. “What the hell…?” Vida said out loud, breaking the reverie, her cheeks were burning red as she thought of the ending of that dream. She stared at the glass of water, apparently checking if there was something in it that made her dream those kinds of things. She poured it all out in the sink and saw a fantasy book on the counter. “Oh. For fuck’s sake, these damn fantasy novels. They’re starting to find their way into my own dreams!” She mo

Vidar rubbed my back again, massaging my tense muscles that were slowly starting to loosen. "What other lies have you told me?" I bit my lip. "Um, isn't there a book called Golden Hands?" Vidar burst into laughter again. "Yes, I knew that one too," he said happily and pulled me even closer into his arms. "And, for the first time in a very long time, all was good."