House Velaryon Words Novels & Stories

Masked in elegance. My stomach turned. Because I remembered that description. I remembered Velgrath city. The doctor. I could still see the vial in his hands, translucent with a rose hue. He told me it was called Velmira, and said it was a tonic to calm my wolf. I’d believed him. Trusted the gentle tone, the way he said it helped other Luna-bloods like me. I took it for months, and yes it did calm my wolf, but now I knew why.

His hips ground against mine as he whispered my name over and over, a mantra only he knew this intimately. Vetur flared, energy zinging through me. My power was back. It reached for him and his fire answered. In a daze, I watched as they mingled and became one. Pure white and glacial blue intertwined with burning red, vibrant yellow, and glowing orange. It was majestic. My Vetur and his fire.

The circle's edges flared, creating cascading waves of golden light that collided with tendrils of dark purple energy, blending and clashing in a mesmerizing display. The room trembled under the spell. The candles were extinguished one by one as the power Zavian summoned grew. His voice grew louder, reverberating off the walls as the spell reached its apex. "Velora shan, era'than ral'ora. Nyssa voreth, tu'lal celeste. In myrithan vel'alas... Ith'lamor solai!"

Setting : Old Elder Vampire Court ___ :THE BLOODLIT CAVERN ************************************************ [> **“Veythur drak’shael, Eldreth morûn varthas! Ixthar velûm shaelor, thren’dral ossar vey’nath. Crescendath Oth’yr, dravûn ixthir vel shaen, draegor velûn, mortha ixthar, thalos verûn. Kael’vorr ixthar! Seythar draegor veythral ossûn, morûn kaethra, shalûm verath, ixthir naxthir evarûn. Ysoldeh aeth’ryn vel shaen, naethra veythral, tharos’kai veruun, ossar valûm, draegor shaelor. Crescendath Oth’yr ixthar sevelûn!

And then, she began to chant. At first, the words were low. Almost tender. The syllables slid fluidly from her tongue in a language that had not been spoken aloud for thousands of years. The earth answered in vibration beneath her feet. Pebbles rolled. Roots slithered tighter around the stones. The moon above seemed brighter, drawn closer, feeding off the power building inside the circle. Her voice grew stronger. “Velarion, thess mor kai…” “Urren thae drith an val…”

The rest of Lee’s paper: Legend has it that the first lycan was named Vakatow, meaning "Origin" in the ancient tongue. Vakatow's creation was a manifestation of Selene's intense emotion, a sculpture carved from the very essence of her being. With a heart filled with love, she breathed life into Vakatow, and he emerged as a humanoid wolf figure, the epitome of elegance and power. This connection to Selene's emotions made the lycans the favored species, the inheritors of her divine legacy.

Each held a weapon in silence, but one among them had changed. The youngest of the six—Veln—turned slightly, his armor twitching. A voice had begun to whisper in the back of his skull, not the cult’s usual song. Not the drowned gods. But something… older. A name he did not recognize echoed again and again. “Varethkaal.” Veln stiffened. He did not understand the word—but it burned when he thought of the Seed. Burned even more when he imagined Emily’s voice, crying out in a tongue he didn’t know he remembered.

However they felt there was not going to be an issue. Aries had come to find her and he looked a bit tired. Those ghouls were still out in the forest watching and that was one of the things he explained as she asked. He used the name Velex. This was a very dangerous being that had a great deal of power here. He was a daemon, and he grew in power with the creatures he was hunting down and consuming. They had not been able to kill him yet. They came very close to killing Velex in the past when he was still growing in power. It was why he hunted down Aries’s kind so severely once he was healed.

Kesakten Vampir Segawon. The words seemed to fill the gaze of Hugo who was opening the old book, reading it with growing impatience. These three words, if interpreted literally, mean the magic power of the wolf vampire, or wolvire's magic power. It contained everything a wolvire could do, in this case, of course, an ordinary wolvire.

I grit my teeth at my own movement, but look at the girl, patting the spot beside me, "Come sit." Her eyes dart to the space but with my persuasion she sits beside me, timidly, her hands still shaking, tears still falling. "What makes the life of your Velari more precious than yours?" I ask, "Why do you love her so?" I push one of her dark locks behind her ear, "Tell me, who is this Velari?" Dula chuckles softly behind her tears and shakes her head, "Oh, Velari is not a person, she is not one," her wide eyes trail to me timidly, her legs begin to swing "they are the children of the light."