In Vitam Mortem Novels & Stories

"You know I don't usually question your greatness, father, but right now seems like a good time.” He only chucked. "I call this one the L' morte implicita. The Silent Killer. Your mother made it for me when I got home from my trip in Europe. I knew then that it would someday be useful." The yellow substance glittered from the light of day from the fields. "A drop every day in four weeks would do. It would damage his liver first. Then his heart. He'll go into a coma due to multiple organ failure and in no time, he'll be dead. Seems like a tragic ailment, but you get what you want, and I win."

The violet mist was a synthetic virus—theNull-Serum—designed to permanently sever a shifter’s connection to their animal, killing the wolf while leaving the human body alive. Inside my mind, Dominic’s wolf let out one final, heartbreaking howl of absolute despair before it faded away into a cold, hollow nothingness. “No...” Dominic choked out, his golden eyes instantly turning a flat, dead, ordinary human brown. He looked up at me, his fingers slipping limply from my dress, his expression entirely broken. “Elena... he’s gone. My wolf is dead.”

This mortal had the wolf’s scent all over her. ‘Surt! The mortal woman with the elf, use her against Fenrir. She smells of him greatly, he is like the other two siblings.’ Surt was up again and the house was between him and Fenrir. He glanced down at them and Antonio backed up, he hoped he crushed the bitch in his hand. _____Tamara____

“Death is like a rain you cannot stop.” On the island of Vitam et Mortem, people with extraordinary capabilities exist and they are called medius which means middle. They are creatures that lie between the living and the dead. They can either see, hear or feel ghosts. The ordinary people of the island or the mormians do not acknowledge these creatures. They witnessed what a medius can do but they keep on invalidating such creatures accusing them of sorcery and witchcraft.

she replied *** “What about hemlock? What effect does that have on vampires?” “What’s its botanical name?” “Conium maculatum... so it could be either or both of the last ones I guess” Lise flicked through the pages at speed “Lets see... stops the central nervous system from working... can lead to respiratory failure...acute rhabdomyolysis - whatever that is - acute renal failure and... death.” “Jesus. Doesn’t seem like he’d need anything else!” I turned the pages of an old medical text book I’d found “How’d you spell rhabdomyolysis?”

Vladimir replied and look Mort straight in the eye with enough courage. "Enough with the nonsensical stuff. How about we talk about your unnamed weapon?" Vladimir said looking at Mort. With eyes that appear cold, dead, and flat, the hunk didn't respond to his question. Arms folded on his broad chest and legs crossed, Mort was just staring at the person in front of him, barely able to meet his penetrating gaze. Vladimir diverted his gaze to the syringe in his hand that contained fluid. Mort's new weapon Vladimir failed to name the undiscovered element.

"Something that worries me even more." "What?" "These herbs contain traces of Mortwert." The name meant nothing to me. "What is that?" "A very rare abortifacient. Causes violent miscarriage in pregnant wolves. It only grows in specific regions and very few healers know how to identify it, let alone use it safely." Mira finally looked at me. "In fact, in this entire pack, only two wolves have the knowledge to work with Mortwert." My blood went cold. "You and who else?"

The House of Mortem; North of the Realm Kazamir's POV "Drink up boys. The enemy of Mortem is dead. I killed him with my own hands." Alpha Cassian bragged, standing on a table in the large hall, with a cup of wine in one hand. "This calls for celebration. Make merry, fuck to your fill, and drink till you can walk no more."

Violently if necessary. Hail be damned.

She asked. From the next room, Meguitte heard metal rattle and a growling. She glanced over her shoulder in that direction and could just make out one of the cages that the Van Helsings were so fond of. She drew in a breath, a subtle scent itching at her nose. “Is that… rotten meat?” She wondered. “It’s faint…” “I think something has been used to preserve the zombie,” Connery confirmed. “Considering the bandages he is wrapped in, I am thinking… natron?”