The Volturi Cast Novels & Stories

The boats had docked. Sophia and Aurora stood at the edge of the grand sanctuary, still naked and glistening from the ritual, as a group of sharply dressed men and women ascended the stone steps from the private harbor. Leading them was a tall, silver-haired man in his late fifties — Viktor Voss, Valeria’s uncle and the true patriarch of the rival faction. His cold gray eyes swept over the scene: the tangled bodies on the altar, the dripping milk, the thick scent of sex hanging heavy in the tropical air.

Her father was holding the crown that Veronica will wear. The two of then reached the top and Lilith had to let go Veronica and let her walk on her own. Veronica then sat on the new throne made out of black diamond. The supreme dark-priest stood by her side and took the crown from Hikaris who has a wide smile on his lips. “Will you, Veronica Lorraine Glaiza Elizabeth Vane, take this crown of glory, and wield it with valor and might, through all the days of your reign?” The supreme dark-priest asked.

“Long ago, even before the Voltura organization appeared. Even though I feel unfair, but I can understand why this country has become wary of the existence of these unusual volts.” Venus grunts. “Seriously,” she said annoyed. “Then what about ‘the other minor crimes committed by ordinary volts’?” “That means it's not a priority, Sis,” Lou said sarcastically. “You know non-essential actors.” “Besides,” Ris retorted further, “the Voltura members were only partially caught, I said. This means, some others managed to escape somewhere. The rumor said they had succeeded in entering the First Earth, and the members of the Voltum chased and crushed them. However, no one really believed that the form

"After Darius and I met the council, one member in particular held a strong interest in me." "Voldemort?" I suggest. Wynter turns to look at me, suppressing a laugh. "Yes and no. Yes, that's who I'm referring to, but no, that's not his real name. His real name is Salacia Raith. He was the predecessor of Valerio Rossi, the original high vampire. I will get into more of that later though. For now, you just need to know that Salacia was the one that was intrigued by me."

Zuri gasped, her body jerking as the impact forced her back—but her arms—her arms never loosened as she held onto Lior tightly, even as she fell,even as life began to drain from her eyes. Draven reached them first. Rage tearing through him, raw and uncontained like I’ve never seen before as he lunged for Volkava. They tumbled together. But I couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. I looked at Zuri holding onto Lior. I fell to my knees and my hands shook as I touched her. He’d pierced her heart. I know I couldn’t save her. There was no spell that could stop a bleeding heart even in the book of Ancient spells.

Then he looked at Yarsi, who nodded curtly, stroked Elena's hair and carefully pushed her away from him. - Kim, Erto, Mirovir, you are responsible for security, - said the King of Reeta. – Vic! Are you with us. "Uh, I'm not ready for this yet," the Vistolet tried to retreat. Matzher instantly turned to him. - Girls, - he looked at the werewolves. They instantly let go of Vic and took a step back. The Stranger hit the Wistolian without a swing in the chest, exactly where the heart was. He groaned softly, fell to his knees, bowed his head to the ground. Scaled wings appeared on his arched back, the tips of his ears stretched out like horns through his hair, a pattern of black lines snaked acro

Both choosing now to rise. Dario broke the silence. “So. Lucien Moretti.” The name hung between them like a curse. “He’s slipping,” the Vulture said. “He’s rebuilding,” Dario corrected. “Exactly.” The Vulture’s smile was sharp. “He’s distracted. Softened. That girl, Emilia, she’s the knife in his side he keeps pretending isn’t there.” “I’ve seen the footage,” Dario replied. “She’s not just leverage. She’s obsession.”

I stumbled slightly on the stairs, just a little bit drunk, but before long, I was standing in the gallery, frozen at the sight before me. Sebastien lounged in a chair, staring straight at me like he’d been expecting me. He looked different like this, dangerous. Almost like he was a completely different person. The woman was draped in his lap, swirling a dark liquid in her glass that was too thick to be wine. When she saw me she grinned wide, her canines glinting sharply in the low light–too sharp. “Oh Bastien,” she purred, pushing off him. “You brought me a pet?”

Dorian Valenti. The brutal lord of an ancient vampire family. They called him the king of everything lawless in the underworld. They said he had killed his own father and his own brother to rise. They said there was no crime under the moon he had not committed, no line he had not crossed. To ordinary people, his name was a legend you did not speak. The girls at the monastery would whisper it sometimes, and then they would look at one another and stop, and close their mouths, because even saying the sound of it felt like a blasphemy against the Goddess.

"Elena! Honestly, you're something else. Keep your fantasies to yourself for a moment, would you? We need to focus. Now, what about the others?" Elena chuckles, her eyes still twinkling with mischief. "Alright, alright. Two of them are dragons—Axel Drakonis and Morgana Ash. Both have excellent records in security and protection. They've served as personal guards for some very high-profile figures in the supernatural world. Their strength and firepower are unmatched. "The last one is a vampire named Viktor Steele. He's been in the protection business for over two centuries, with a spotless reputation. He's known for his speed, agility, and keen senses. There's very little that escapes his not