In Vitam Mortem Novels & Stories

This is for my family, you monster. For her family. But not just in the Mortal world - but her family in Igritann as well. A Queen of two people's exacting justice, who now stared down at the corpse of her enemy with distant eyes. Ambrose also gazed down toward the broken body on the ground. Lord Vince Mortem was dead. His face now matched the colour of his unseeing eyes, like the colour of a storm-cloud. Along with his dark, burned armour and night-black hair, the fallen Lord almost looked monochrome in appearance.

“We’ve been doing research and found that these girls have been taken for their powers. And the person who has taken them is using the Potestatem Vitae Mortem to gain enough power to bring forth the end of the world. Bree was one of the girls in the dream…” Fallon’s eyes smolder, and his jaw clenches. If it is possible, his face hardens further. He looks like a deadly marble statue. “The Potestatem Vitae Mortem is a very powerful spell. Whoever is looking to cast this spell would have lost their soul and committed a grievous act. Do you have an idea who it might be?”

Reliability is not satisfactory unless the building is isolated and highly combustible Drugs, in all types of assassination except terroristic, drugs can be very effective. If the assassin is trained as a doctor or nurse and the subject is under medical care, this is an easy and rare method. An overdose of morphine administered as a sedative will cause death without disturbance and is difficult to detect. The size of the dose will depend upon whether the subject has been using narcotics regularly. If the subject drinks heavily, morphine or a similar narcotic can be injected at the passing out stage, and the cause of death will often be held to be acute alcoholism. Specific poisons, such as a

"Oh—I almost forgot. Isn't your heart already full with your precious Vivian? Why do you care if I find the Luna a fresh set of eyes? Don't be a hypocrite, Mortimer." "Velda!!!" Mortimer's pulse was hammering in his throat. He was one sentence away from losing his mind. Had everyone signed a pact to bury him today? Sabotaging his mating, dragging up his history—was this how a family was supposed to act? "See, Luna? One mention of his darling Vivian and he's ready to shift and bite," Velda muttered to Seraphina, completely oblivious to the fact that Mortimer's eyes were glowing a dangerous, feral red.

Early in the morning, Solomon brought Blair’s blood test result to the Royal View Villa. He handed the test report to Blair and said grimly, “We have the answer—you’ve been poisoned by one called Vortex.” It was a poison invented by some outrageous scientists in Erebar, and it could destroy one’s blood clotting function. So, if the person poisoned bled from an injury, the bleeding could not be easily stopped, no matter how small the wound was. Moreover, the pain of the wound would be amplified tens or even hundreds of times. Not only that, but it would also cause insomnia, leading to neurasthenia in the long run.

The seeds, small and scentless, were perfect for slipping by unnoticed in the heat of adrenaline-fueled fight. No wonder Raven didn’t pick up on her deception — he’d have dismissed her fumbling strikes as a typical omega incompetence. While in reality, with each dodge and slash, Pheles was basically getting more and more entangled in her actual trap. ‘I am not as well-versed in herbology as you, Raven, but you know what voltthorn seeds do when they come in contact with a nutrition medium, right?’ I asked through the mindlink. ‘They grow exponentially. Small seeds shoot out into creepers that discharge electric currents strong enough to cause neural damage that could lead to irreversible impa

Mortis called out thrusting what looked like a regular stick over the shoulders of the hounds. "OW!" Poking a man in the eye, not poking it out, not even really hurting him honestly. "Who the fuck does tha EAAGH!" POP! Though it looked no different than a tree branch he had found in the woods, hell it probably was a tree branch he found in the woods and took a shine to. Mortis himself was master at manipulating magic unlike any man walking this earth, human or other. With the little love tap to the eye he funneled enough magic through the tip that the Vampire's body was overwhelmed forcing his head to explode. While The Hounds weren't against receiving assistance, they were far from apprecia

I replied, and she laughed, leaning on my arm. We looked at the tablet, its contents in a Pandora’s box. One of them caught my attention: Galden Serum, Subject V, 1999. It described memory transformation, linked to Dr. Marrow’s clinic, with V.C. — Valenticia’s initials. My blood ran cold—she was a test subject child with the induced amnesia? She scowled at the screen, confused. “What’s Subject V?” she asked, voice curious. I nodded, “Must be some old Galden code,” I lied, my chest squeezing, keeping the truth from her to protect her.

I could see his erection straining in his pants and it made me damper with need. "All of you in heat I suggest you hurry quickly to the rooms I've given you. Not to alarm anyone but this place is full of demons and trust me when I say they can scent your estrus and will breed with you no matter your species," Mortas announced as his red eyes fell on both Raina and I. I told Zurac that we should go quickly and he growled of course and hoisted me up on his shoulder.

That didn’t match anything in our curriculum. My fingers ached from flipping pages. I found one obscure reference to something called “ignis vitae” in a banned grimoire excerpt, Fire of Life. It was associated with creatures that could resurrect themselves, burn through curses, and shift magic simply by existing. Dragons. But even that was vague, as if whoever wrote it had been trying not to leave a full account, as if it had been erased.