Novel & Cerita Shadowvanilla Wattpad

Vivian POV The streetlights flicker as I hurry home, Tyler Grayson’s words clawing at my mind like a song I can’t unhear. “You’re not what you think you are.” What does that even mean? My sneakers slap the pavement, the rhythm too fast, too frantic, matching the hum buzzing under my skin. It hasn’t stopped since I left the field, that strange, electric pulse that feels alive, like it’s trying to break free. I’m Vivian Harper, the girl who fades into the background at Westbridge High, not someone with secrets worth cryptic warnings. But as the sky darkens, the air heavy with the scent of rain and something wilder, I’m not so sure.

“I don’t believe it to be vampires. This is something we need to work towards stopping, instead of fighting the supernatural order.” “I agree,” stated Vincent. They both looked to Evelyn and Calous. “Yes, our people are what matter. I will work quickly on finishing the spell for the nullifier. I won’t fail like I did here. I promise.” It made me angry at how she said that. She was not the failure, it was that chicken, to be caught in his own lies, his own games.” “Evelyn, we know you will not fail,” encouraged Shaun. “I will go now, to work on it.” My heart soared at the thought of her coming to the cottage. Maybe I can get an opportunity to explain.

Optional. Over on Leyla's end, the Chat Feed went nuts: [Fake! Total AI. You can see the janky Photoshop job—stalker cam energy.] [That V-bitch! She PLANNED this meltdown for max chaos.] [I swear, if Shay buys this crap— WAKE UP, SHAY-SHAY!] Vanessa draped herself over his shoulder, fake crying. "She's not worth it..." Shayne shoved her off. Photos flew everywhere. His glare could've frozen lava. "You followed her?"

"We'd sound insane. "Hello, we're werewolves." We think we're going to start the end of the world. "Please get ready." "But if we don't tell them and it happens—" I began. Garrett said with a gloomy look on his face, "Then we're to blame for the chaos." "Either way, Shadowborn become the villains in this story." I looked at Sebastian. "Is there a way to fix the Veil without waking it up?" I haven't discovered any. At a basic level, the two are connected.

But every second that passed reminded me what was at stake if Damian suspected my loyalty was faltering. So I started looking. Drawer by drawer. Shelf by shelf. My movements were careful, practiced, the kind that came from years of survival, not curiosity. Vanessa’s things were scattered neatly on the large wooden desk. A stack of books, a few sketches, a half empty glass of water. There was something almost innocent, about her space untouched, fragile, painfully human. I opened the first drawer and found letters. Most were unopened. A few were from healers and pack members, small notes of encouragement and support. I set them aside, moving to the next drawer.

“You think you’re the only one?” “You wound me, Delia,” Gray chuckles. She slaps his arm playfully, letting him know it's time to get serious. He straightens up, as all signs of amusement snap from his face in a split second and holds still while she goes to work on the chain in his hands. She places both of her hands a few inches above the metal and whispers some incantation until a low blue glow can be seen from underneath her palms. When the glow fades she moves her warm copper brown hands and sighs.

Bigfoot, Loch Ness monster; were they all wondering around these halls, just waiting to snap her up for a midnight snack? “Many," he said with a careless shrug. "I'm not sure of the exact number, but the Coven is the court for our world. There are hundreds here at any time.” “Of course," she mumbled bitterly. It only made sense for her to land in the Grand Central Station of the immortal world. Fabulous. "Paoli is a vampire, I'm apparently half-demon, and you claim you're 'complicated'," she counted them off. She put finger quotes around the word 'complicated'; a testament to how infuriated she felt since she never air quoted.

She had almost forgotten about her existence. *Hmmm…. I don’t know how we will save The Lycan World either but I can help you get free of the shackles. All you need to do is give me partial control.* Vivian drew in a deep breath and she let Rewa take control. A warm liquid course through the veins of her hand as they got covered in fur. The muscles on her arms bulged, tearing the leather jacket she was wearing, and just like that, the shackles snapped open.