Mrs Vines Dark Winds Novels & Stories

But we took a couple of warriors with us and Lucas and I ran ahead to go and find out if there were any vampires in the cabin. When we got there, all of the windows were blacked out which was a pretty clear indication that there were vampires there. But we were able to find one window that had an opening in it. I could see inside the kitchen and through to the living room. It was only a fraction of the house, but it was only around midday at this point and some of them were just going to bed when I heard a man start yelling. “The leader is going to have my ass for this. How the hell could 20 vampires not take out that tiny ass little village?” The man yelled.

“Levie Sebastian?!” Dark exclaimed in shock as he struggled to free himself from the woman’s embrace. “Let go of me… my wif—” He didn’t finish the sentence. Levie’s arms only tightened around him, as if she had no intention of ever letting go. “Uhmm… I know you recognize her, Dark!” Mrs. Vellama suddenly cut in, her tone sharp and knowing—clearly aware of a past not yet revealed. While everyone was focused on Levie’s sudden appearance, Roxane remained frozen where she stood—staring blankly at them, as if all the attention in the world had drained out of her. Her world seemed to stop for a moment, her feelings wrapped in confusion and fear.

Ivy obediently accepted the bowl and drank it all in one go. Seeing how her face crunched up due to the drink's bitterness, Mary immediately handed her a piece of candy. "That's a good girl. Two more rounds and we're all done. By then, your leg will be healed, and you can once again stand on stage." Heartache gleamed in Mary's eyes. She patted Ivy's head lovingly. Ivy looked at her legs. She had indeed successfully escaped from the fire, but she did not expect to see barrels of gasoline in the abandoned warehouse.

She tried to shift her weight, to step back. Vines, not from the surrounding bushes, but from the very edge of the fissure thick, woody, and moving with a purpose that was not natural lashed out. They wrapped around her ankles, her knees, with the speed of striking snakes. She yelled, firing her pistol into the air as she was pulled off balance. The vines dragged her, not down into the crack, but sideways, into the dense thicket of wild rose. Thorns as long as fingers caught her clothes, her skin. Her shouts turned to screams as the living thicket seemed to fold in around her, swallowing her whole. In moments, there was only a thrashing, cursing mound of vegetation, and then, silence.

I took a stance in front of them. "How are you doing?" I queried. She managed to give me a bitter smile and said nothing. She significantly raised her wrist, which would have been cluttered with intravenous fluid-type equipment, to exemplify that she was not completely fine. And, as much as I hesitate to say it, she appeared weak, brittle, and vulnerable, as if she and was just about to break the moment you touched her. She had innumerable serious injuries on her skin, and dark shadows surrounded her eyes. Her lips seem to have been pale and chapped, and her face was ghostly white.

He didn’t bother with lights; whenever he was like this, restless and edgy and screaming with rage inside, he needed the darkness and shadows. Outside the cabin windows, the mist had enclosed the house like a blanket, cocooning them in a mystic embrace. The wind blew through the trees so that they swayed and danced outside, and when he stood at the window, he could see vines growing up along the fence, thick and strong, entwined around everything, with heavy sprays of blossoms. Those flowers grew thick and strong all along the cabin’s fences—and they bloomed through the winter season.

I couldn't move anymore; she excitedly stood up and hugged me. "I freaking missed you, my dearest cousin!" I closed my eyes as her scent lingered in my nostrils—sweet and delectable. Fuck! I immediately opened my eyes, which widened in response to what I had just thought. As I looked down at my cousin's neck. It was very exposed. I'm not sure what's wrong with me. I can see right through it. I can see her veins. I can see her blood. I can see the placements. I felt dizzy again and held her back, knowing that it was the only way I could retain my sanity. I pushed myself to calm down by closing my eyes again and taking a very deep breath.

You also look beautiful as always, you really look gorgeous. ''Well, sweetie, let's not say anything else and now let's go in to break that dance floor, today we must have a great time and talk about everything.'' Viviana answered while she opened her wallet to take out her card, she gave it to the doorman and very excited she said: ''Two tickets please!'' The doorman began to swipe the card and asked for the card information and then when he finished charging the money, he smiled and told the girls: ''Welcome girls to Crossroads, have a great time!''

I tapped directly into Valen’s profile. “And we’re off! I’m definitely going to get better shots than Chloe!” “Managed to catch the northern lights with lucky Chloe.” “The lonely black sand beach. Thank goodness the princess was here with me.” Princess... A sweet little nickname I didn’t even know existed. Beneath the post, a mutual friend had left a comment: “Hey Valen, where’s the wife? Why didn’t she tag along?” Valen had left a blunt, simple reply: “She’s just unlucky. Ran a fever, so she’s stuck lounging at the hotel.”

Vine was moving fast, her sneakers clicking rapidly against the stone tiles, her grip on my arm tightening with every step. The second we hit the empty humanities hallway, she dragged me toward the nearest vacant classroom. She shoved the heavy oak door open, pulled me inside the dark room, and slammed it shut behind us, locking the deadbolt with a sharp click. The room smelled of old paper and chalk, the morning light filtering weakly through the high blinds. Vine turned around to face me, her back hitting the wood of the locked door. She was trembling, her hands shaking violently against her sides as she looked up at me through her messy bun. Her voice came out small, fractured, and comple