Mavis Vermillion Novels & Stories

Trying to hold up the pieces of us we can’t carry ourselves. But now, it’s time to say goodbye to Citra. Moonrise is an hour away, and Naomi’s helping me dress. Slade is with Jamal, getting him ready in Finn’s room. “I thought you could wear the purple dress,” Naomi says gently as I walk in wearing a robe. “It was Citra’s favorite.” She’s already dressed in lavender—the same dress she wore to Citra’s last birthday. That detail twists something sharp in my chest. I nod and go into the bathroom to change. I don’t trust my voice.

Mauve applauded happily, showcasing how delighted she was seeing Elizabeth in that state — she did not care. Evil as she was, Mauve raimented her beautiful naked body with a black, silk, laced gown and with a treacherous smile, she sashayed towards the nightstand where there was a jug filled with greenish liquid that ominously hissed. Elizabeth's body remained nailed down to the bed — she was on a spell which she could not fight at all. Her eyes only followed Mauve's body as it moved around.

Zane had been silent through it all. And then he coughed. “Amara,” Zane said. “There seems to be another confusion about the bridesmaid fabric.” “I have the approved sample in my file,” I said evenly, handing it over. “The decorator received it a week ago.” Sera snatched it, lips pursing. “This isn’t blush taupe. This is mauve. Mauve is a funeral color.” “It’s the exact swatch you signed off on. You wrote the initials yourself.”

I felt a soft hand on my back some pretty - expensive perfume teased my nostrils as a very feminine voice whispered in my ear, tickling me with her hot breath. "Looking for me?" I smiled. The night just got more interesting. "It depends." "On what baby?" "Why don't you step out of my back, let me see what you look like." She did, and I gave a low whistle, she was a real pretty one she'd died her hair pink, and it seemed to match with her lips which surprisingly seemed free of lipstick or gloss -- probably did not want to hide the natural pink color of her lips. My mind flashed to another girl with beautiful lip color, a half Vampire, then, I intentionally took my mind of Amelia.

It’s a long shot, but I’m not exactly flush with options at the moment. Invidia’s hand illuminates with a purple glow, and with a wave of her hand, the tray that contained my food and water disappears. As I observe her with keen – albeit tired – eyes, I now realise it's not quite the same hue as what I’ve witnessed in other makkares. Makkari magic is emitted as a vibrant shade of violet, but now that I pay closer attention, Invidia’s magic has a darker hue, like a shade of dark indigo. I never thought much of it, but I’m starting to realise the darkness she wields was reflected as clear as day in her magic, and I was too ignorant or complacent to notice.

When Mavis came out, she held a couple in her hands and held one after the other in front of her. “Hmm. The green would pop out your eyes, but this purple one would make your skin glow.” She held up one and then the other until she found the one that she was going to give Ava and tossed her the purple one. “That one is for you the keep,” she stated with no room for Ava to wiggle out of. “Now, put it on.”

she said. She then pointed at MAVIS, and added, "It's a robot." "So how could you call this three against one? At most, it's just a mob beating!" The stranger was furious and pondered if there was a difference. Larissa then produced a variety of vials, each labeled and arranged from light to dark colors. "These are my newly concocted poisons. The darker the color, the more lethal it is. Today's your lucky day, you get to try the whole spectrum."

The water was icy cold, but it had a refreshing feel to it. “I told you never to come back here! And now you bring another to my abode?” an angry silver feminine voice resounded as a figure suddenly appeared above the river. Omitirin, the mermaid, I came to the conclusion as I stared at her, awed. She looked a little short of five feet nine, with a very young face like a teenagers’, and she was naked from the waist up with perky black breasts out on full display. From her waist down was a fishtail with bluish-green scales which sparkled bright like precious stones.

Panic laced her words. "Yes, the wolf surrounded by the Nightengale Warriors with silver paws." Clove slowly brushed a hand over her eyes and she gasped, "She has witch blood in her?" "Maves' a witch so, yes." Clove slowly brushed her hand over Miras' eyes, "Now look at her and tell me what you see?" Mira snorted, "Blue and purple hues orbit around her," She whispered, mesmerised by the magnificence of the colours that resembled the horizon at twilight.

“For now, we wait for her to be crowned.” A week later, the day of the eclipse... Jubilant music played as everyone waited for the coronation. The ball room was filled with demons enjoying their blood wine. On the other hand, Veronica Vane was on her chamber waiting for her to be called by Lilith. She was standing in front of a huge mirror wearing a black ball gown, with that perfectly sits on her curves, the gown has thin golden vines around it, glittered that shines whenever any light reflects on it. Her hair tied into a curled plait bun, some strands of her cascading by her rosy cheeks, and her lips colored as red as cherry. A smile curved on her lips as she curls the hair cascading by he