Monster Prom Vera Novels & Stories

Vera scoffed, "The cave of horrors is the only thing that can settle this matter. A witch cannot survive there, her powers would consume her. Only those connected to the one power can be saved." She looked from me to Morgana, "And both of them are." "And what if Amara is not the moon goddess reborn?" Benita voiced. "Then," Vera mused, an evil smirk forming on her face. "She dies."

I said venom lacing my every word as I got off the bed stepping closer to her causing her eye's to widen. "Don't be intimidated, she is only a child" the demons voice rang out or at least that's what I think he is. Turning my head over I look at him "but I'm quiet excited to keep her around" he said smirking his dark eyes staring into my blue grey one's. "Well, is she up?" another voice came as the door opened "oh, looks like she is" looking over I see another woman but this one was wearing a deep red. Her killer cheekbones looked as if they were almost engraved in her face "Im Vera" she said reaching her hand out to me.

Always positioned to be visible. Always shining beneath dirt and bruises. She was a jewel buried in the mud, and the right King knew how to dig up treasure. But his Luna Vera, she saw it too. Vera was razor-beautiful. Tall, lethal, with a mouth made for snarling. Her long black hair was braided tight like a crown of warning thorns. Her authority came not from softness, but from fear. She hated Veronica instantly. “If it looks like a whore and acts like a whore,” Vera sneered, repeating her mantra one morning.

Lucas turned just in time to notice the blurred figure of Natasha zooming towards Bianca. "Natasha?" Bianca gasped right before Natasha grabbed her and jumped out of the way, missing the truck. One of the men in the truck opened fire when the scarlet speedster suddenly sprang on top of the windshield. The other one—the woman—was in the back of the truck where the metal box was. "I found it!" she said, speaking through an earpiece. "Careful, it's plutonium!" came the other speedster right before he struck out a fist, breaking the windshield and grabbing at the wheel.

“I- I can’t survive without her.” “You came back, Vera. You came back from this and Nova will do the same. She is the strongest, most bad ass dragon I have met and she will not go away from you. You know she is stubborn, just like you.” The doctor took a step closer to us. “You are feeling alright?” Vera nodded her head with a long sigh. “I am.” “Anything is burning? Hurting?” he asked as he took a step closer to her and examined her eyes.

Pim followed him still asking about last night as he rub his now red temple. Come on Craig, just tell me what happened- I'm not talking. Craig just stated flatly and continue walking not knowing that someone was actually being eaten by a green monster.

And her voice appeared on every screen in Prague. "My name is Vera Volkova," Vera said. "I'm an operative. I was designed by people who believed that control was love. I was created by people who thought that power was the only thing that mattered. And I'm telling you that they were wrong. I'm telling you that every order you've been given, every protocol you've been programmed with, every command that's been activated inside you is a lie." She paused.

AYLA Preparation for our return back to Mercia had begun nearly two days ago. Our convoys of cars were retrofitted with weapons, and safety shields. Berah needed a few days to accustom herself to the roles, and duties of a Gamma. Fortunately, she had Damon, and Silvia to help her. Looking at three of them working together brought the words of my father back to my mind. When he spoke of the prophecy of the Promised Luna. “And she shall come, the one who will bring us all together. Werewolves, Lycans, Witches, Vampires, and everything in-between. She shall be called the Promised Luna.”

Vera, who had been sent by Caroline to call Britney over, pushes the door open, and the first thing she sees is the deep bite mark on her princess's neck, and so, worried, she runs over, kneeling in front of Britney. “Princess, what happened to you?” She inquires, scanning the gaping wounds, but Vera's eyes widen when she sees the wound healing. “Princess Britney, do you have your wolf? But you're only eighteen,” Vera asks curiously, observing Britney's healing. She looks up to see Britney's face when she doesn't answer her, only for her countenance to turn pale when Britney's canines elongate into fangs, her eyes turning red, with dark veins bulging under her eyes.

"Just promise me you'll take care of yourself, okay?" Aqua nodded, a lump forming in her throat. "I promise." With one last glance, she climbed out of the truck and watched as Damon drove away into the fading light. As she entered her house, the weight of the vision still hung heavy on her mind, a reminder of the darkness that lurked within her.