House Velaryon Words Novels & Stories

“Why would I need a vibrator? This is serious, and you’re making your sex jokes!” He simply replied, “Well, you’re going to go into heat.” “Heat?” I looked at him, wondering what he could possibly mean. “Wait, you didn’t know that werewolves go into heat?” He looked at me with his eyes wide. “Damn, first order of business is to update the health program at the pack school. Things are so outdated around here. I can’t believe your mom never told you about heat, or really anyone else for that matter.” “My mom doesn’t tell me anything. We pretend sex doesn’t exist in our house. Why would I go into heat?”

Tiana asked, utterly confused. "She responded to the word because they already recognized it as they had heard it many times before it like it in their DNA. It just like a child who will know Mama and papa. When they hear those words, they'll immediately respond but unlike Yalck, they don't understand other words yet as the phoenix language had disappeared from usage long before they were even hatched from their eggs." Yael explained to Tiana.

Lucy yelled. “Are you serious? You’re always in remediation for training.” “That’s why it will be hilarious when I kick your ass. Don’t forget, I have warrior blood.” “You also have homo blood.” “What did you just say?” Lucy's skin flushed bright red as she planted her feet into a fighting stance, her hands clenched into fists. “You heard me.”

“Aelys, now!” I grasp the relic, its starlight burning, my hymn rising, “Veil, guide!” The archive pulses, the wraiths faltering, their hymns fading. Kalia’s orb glows, her vision clear, her voice trembling. “Aelys, the Herald’s on a world called Vyrn—it’s tearing rifts!” The relic’s hymn stabilizes my heart, Lena’s spark burning, but my strength wanes, my mortality a weight. I meet Kalia’s gaze, her courage a spark, and nod. “We go to Vyrn.”

Yandrich shook his head. “No, that is my Daddy.” Yandrich said seriously, pointing to one of the stick figure. “And this is you. We have “Daddy, Yandrich, Mommy, Daddy Nick and Mommy Ally” Nick smiled, but I saw it—the small flicker of sadness in his eyes. It passed quickly, like a cloud over the sun, but I noticed it. “Mommy said that someday, Daddy will see this too!” Yandrich said proudly, pointing at the drawing. He started explaining each part of it in detail, his little finger tracing over every stick figure like it was a masterpiece.

It displayed two colored streaks of lightning circling the globe where one was blue and the other red. Carter pointed to the red one. "This is the new trace we got from the original speedrealm energy which has been reacting at unstable level unlike the normal speedrealm energy." "So, what does this have to do with the 'speedster killer' ?" "I'm getting to that." Carter went on.

“No. Veyra isn’t returning to the rogue lands, because she isn’t just anyone. There’s something the packs need to understand about who she is.” This time, I don’t pause. I let the truth roll out, sharp and clear. “Veyra is the Velhara.” The reaction is immediate. Shock ripples across the room. The woman with the mic stumbles over her words. “The Velhara? That’s... that’s a story for pups. It’s not real.” Rael snorts quietly. “You think we’re sitting here risking every ounce of credibility we’ve got just for a story? She is real. We’ve seen it. We’ve felt it. And if you were there two days ago, you would have seen it too.”

She was gone and I was left kneeling in the ash of her presence, the name echoing like a blade dragged across stone. Velrith. We move at dawn. I tell Kye and Finnick about the name, about what she said. Kye pales. “I’ve seen that word before,” he says. “Back when I studied at the Hollow Temple. It was on a sealed tablet. They said speaking it aloud burned the reader.” Finnick nods once, eyes dark. “Velrith wasn’t a thing. It was a force. A break in the wheel of time. Something that eats the tether between reality and unmaking.”

Pearl gave me a smile that warmed my heart, and I kissed the crown of her head. I faced my Dad again, catching him wiping tears off his face. “I want to know everything. And I also want to know why you said Falcon is strong…” Dad nodded then went to lean against the wall, his eyes fixed on me. “Your Lycan is special. I and your mom learned when you were still a child that you are a Vertes.” I frowned, curiosity ebbing its way into my soul. “What's that?” I glanced at Pearl who nodded, before turning back to him.

The vampiress’ eyes were closed, but her fingers did not stop their movement, weaving, weaving, the fine net growing larger and larger. “It is ancient Etrait, what we now know as Veralden,” Connery said leaning forward to speak into Aislen’s ear. “It does not translate precisely, but it is a chant. Don’t drop a stitch… umm, their eyes bewitch,” he translated, pausing to listen to his mate. The net that Meguitte had been weaving suddenly sparked to life, an ember like glow sizzling along the strands, so that for a moment, the entire intricate net shone like coals of a fire clearly outlining the skull pattern within the design before it disintegrated into ash.