Vanitas No Carte Characters Novels & Stories

"I am Veronica Vane. I am your one and only true Queen and Herald. No impostor can bring me down to the ground." I flew in front of Elspeth and whispered to her ear, "Even you, Elspeth… don’t have the capability to overpower me."

I stuttered. “ You should take them ” Damien smiled “ Are you sure?? ” “ Yes, there are yours ” he laughed. As I picked it up, a card fell off . Weird card. I bent and picked it up “ You should open it ” Damien said. “ Okayyy....” I settled the flowers in my laps and grabbed the card as I flipped it open. Huh.....?!!? Hol'up is this right?!? Wait… wait …wait … What the fuck?!?!

"That's because you're a professional, Dante. Even if you don't remember the paycheck." "No." He backed away from me, hitting the cave wall. He looked down at the dead men. One of them had a picture taped to his wrist-unit—a young girl in a sun hat. "These aren't Vane clones. These are just men. Angry, broken men." "They were going to kill Leo." "Does that make it right?"

“Go ahead, fox. Speak it if you can.” His throat tightened, sweat streamed down his face as different thoughts clouded his memory; the thought of the taunts from the journal, the whispers from the mirror, and the letters written in her shaking handwriting: Why didn’t you kill me? Vincent let out a roar that echoed through the chamber. “Her name is Camela Castellano! She is mine!” The ghost’s laughter echoed like thunder. “Wrong.” The Camela in his arms cried out as her body began to flicker and dissolve into smoke, and she reached for him with her fingers breaking apart like ashes.

She reached out, her finger gently tapping the screen of her slate, executing a final, sweeping sequence that permanently locked Christopher and Collins out of the primary routing keys. "The legacy architecture of Vassal & Bane is officially dead," Veronica whispered, her red lips curving into a microscopic, terrifyingly distant smile as the town car pulled away from the curb, gliding smoothly into the traffic of the new empire. "And the landlady has just finalized the new deed."

Suddenly, Sabizina’s tablet let out a sharp, high-pitched whine. [WARNING: LEVEL 10 ENCRYPTION BREACHED.] [MESSAGE FROM: THE MATRIARCH] Sabizina opened the file. It wasn't a warning. It was a video feed. It showed the interior of the "Second Garden"—the submerged sanctuary they had just left. The orchids were burning. The white lilies were crushed under the boots of men in black tactical gear. In the center of the garden, Vanessa Vane stood with her hands behind her back, surrounded by six Legion soldiers. She wasn't fighting. She was looking directly into the camera.

Memories of her had never been so clear. The irony was that he used to dismiss those moments as trivial footnotes in his long, unending life. A knock on the door. “Enter.” It was Vincent, his most trusted second, a vampire who had followed him since he first became Prince. If anyone in the world dared to speak the truth to Clarence, it was Vincent. “Did you find her?” Clarence asked without looking up. “No.” Vincent sat across from him. “Your Highness, I need to ask you a question.”

His immaculate silver-trimmed military greatcoat was immaculate even in the dusty cave, his sharp, aristocratic features twisting into a dark, volatile rage as he looked at the bodies of his fallen men, and finally, locked eyes with Vivian. ​"You..." Vane hissed, his voice cold and sharp as a razor blade. He set the briefcase down, his right hand slowly moving toward the high-frequency plasma rapier mounted at his waist. "The Vance ghost. I should have turned Sector 4 into an ash heap the moment your name surfaced on the regional census. You think you’ve won because you played with the Syndicate's banks?" ​He let out a low, mocking laugh, his eyes flashing with a lethal, obsessive hatred. "T

They dipped the bottom in red paint or blood. There was a card. Nico picked it up with two fingers, his face full of fury. He read it and handed it to me. The handwriting was elegant. *Checkmate in three moves. See you at the Gala. V.* "V?" I asked, my voice shaking. "Who is V?" Nico stared at the pawn. His jaw clenched tightly, as if his teeth would crack. "Valenti?" I suggested. "Sloane?" "No," Nico said. "Sloane is an ally, this... this is a ghost."

she complained. "Oh! Then I'll send you to the eagle's nest after all dead meat is still meat and so as not to waste your bones, I'll send them to the wild dogs. I'm sure I can have more connections that way. So go ahead and die. I'll keep advancing fairy ranks and... show off in front of your casketless and corpseless grave. How's that? Are you feeling... grateful?" Evelyn asked not forgetting to blink her eyes repeatedly. Vanessa did not reply immediately. She instead stretched out her right hand and a fire chain appeared, floating in midair. The heat from this chain confirmed that Vanessa had indeed increased her fairy rank to level 2. Evelyn instinctively retreated a bit.