Sander Sides Virgil Novels & Stories

"Sander?" I was shocked to see my son here. "Are you my Mama's male friend? Greetings!" I flinched when Sander bowed his head at Nicklaus. "I am Sander Verlice, son of Papa, Desmond Verlice, and Mama, Seraphina Beryl." I chuckled as I smiled wryly when he already introduced himself before Nicklaus. When I looked at Nicklaus, he was already smiling, nodding his head. "Greetings to you, too, young lord. I am Nicklaus Romero. Yes, I am your Mama's male friend."

I don't care what Prince Virgil has in store for me but something in my gut tells me that it won't be nearly as terrible as what Sir Carter has planned out the minute he leaves this room with me. Prince Virgil gave a small laugh. “You seem to have forgotten your place Sir Carter so let me remind you. You’re nothing but a subject to the royal family, you’re no more than a servant and you will give me the respect I deserve whether you like it or not.” Prince Virgil said and Sir Carter feigned a shocked expression. Geez, who knew vampires were so dramatic but come to think of it, this is good because it’s stalling the inevitable and if Selene is kind enough, I’ll be able to get out of this mess

“Sh-t!” “What’s going on?!?” Sander returned to his chair after the system crashed. “What the heck is going on?” Sander frowned as he shook Sandro's hand. “Damn it!” “Hello, What’s going on?!?” Sander shook his head and held his head. “It’s about to start; let’s just hope they succeed,” said Sander, shaking his head, but his older brother hit him. “Do you think this is a war?” They just sighed because the system had an error. They’re at a loss for what to do.

(Flashback) “Neither before marriage I am taken! Nor after marriage I shall be taken! I won’t marry at all! Why won’t you understand? I am a virgin! I am untouched! I am virgin for only my prince, my love my Santa!” Olivia pleaded. “Please don’t marry me!” (End of Flashback)

(VERA’s POV) I felt a surge of anger at his words, but I knew that I had to keep my cool. I had to think clearly if I was going to stop Sir Sandor and save my allies. "We'll never give up," I said, my voice firm and resolute. "We'll never stop fighting until Sylvester's rule is brought down." Sir Sandor sneered at me, his eyes flashing with hatred. "We'll see about that," he said, his voice dripping with menace.

She paused still holding her down. “V-Virgil… is that you?” Anna asked between breaths. Virgil hurried to kneel beside her and replied. “I’m right here baby. You’ll be alright.” Anna tried to look at him and smiled weakly. She was having a blurry vision and managed to find Virgil’s worried eyes gazing down into hers. She raised her hand to touch his face and smiled. “I’m glad that I get to see you one last time before I die.” Virgil took her hands in his and shook his head in disagreement. “No baby; please don’t say that. You will live. The witch is going to do everything in her power to keep you alive.”

Vergilius hissed, but as smoke curled from the gash, it sealed almost instantly. Gildeon steadied his breath and pressed a clawed hand to the ground. Dark and golden fire ignited the soil in a wide arc around the vampire, carving a burning circle. Vergilius’s face twitched, stepping back as the circle cut him off from the rest of the churchyard. “What sort of trick are you trying to pull, salamander? You think you can trap me?” Vergilius sneered, tapping his cane against the ground almost playfully. “Surely, you know I can get out of here with ease.”

That's why most of them take shelter in the caves. Virgil was one of the oldest people in the Caligo. He was a traitor who tried to overthrow the King of Hell. That's why he was still serving his punishment and redeeming for his act. "Hello Virgil" I greeted as soon as I entered the cave. Three hellions were sitting beside him, shaping the iron wires which I'm sure they use in their dark magic. The cave was bright with blue coloured lights everywhere. Fang was standing at the entrance, refusing to step inside.

A slow, taunting grin spread across his face. “Well, well. If it isn’t the infamous Melucci brothers... oh wait, just one of them,” he sneered. “And you brought a human? How quaint!” “Your reign of terror ends tonight, Virgil,” I said, keeping my tone steady despite the adrenaline surging through my veins. Virgil chuckled, baring his fangs. “You really think you can take me down in my own den? Cute.” The tension snapped like a coiled spring. Declan fired his first shot, the stake whizzing past one of the human women and embedding itself in Virgil’s shoulder. He roared in pain, tossing the women aside as he lunged at us.

"Hmph! I don't care who he is. Anybody who has the guts to offend you is my enemy. Tell me who it is. I'll teach him a lesson for you!" "Yes! I'll do the same! How dare he offend you. He must have a death wish!" Virgil looked much better after he heard what his friends said. With rage twinkling in his eyes, he said, "He's not from Anneshire. He's from Drunham City. Thank you for your offer. I'm sorry for today. I'll buy all of you drinks again after I return from Drunham City."