Vanya Novels & Stories

I hear a voice in my head tell me to brace myself. “Brace myself for what mom” I ask. Puzzled, my mom looked at me and suddenly, a vision came to me. A little girl about 8 years old, with red hair, falling to the ground. She turned to face me regaining her balance on one knee. With her head still down, and her arms holding her abdomen, she raised her head in defiance. Eyes blue as the sky, I could see rage in them. The air around her seemed to implode into her, building and inhaling the energy around her until I could see an iridescent haze surrounding her like a halo.

Besides, the ladies in front of her were much more older than her, even though they were such beauties and her maids, she didn’t want to be disrespectful to them. Meanwhile, Aiyana and Marys, the maids Ramon got for Violet looked at each other with questioning eyes. They were mature women whose services were required at intervals. From the rumours they heard about Violet, they expected her to be very harsh towards them. In fact, they were prepared for the outcome of her getting to pour insults on them. They were more than ready to hear her shower them with insults. From the rumours, Violet was a rude lady who didn’t respect her servants, but treat them as trash.

How could she not have noticed the sword before? Musa furrowed her eyebrows, “Who are you and why do you recognize me as Musa? That name no longer needs to be tied to me!” Violet stared down at her feet, then back at the sword. “My name is Yak Ann Sinora but many know me as Violet.” Musa held the sword closer to Violet's face. “Who are you? I've never heard the name before and I'm pretty sure I've never seen you before.” Violet snapped her finger, changing into her true appearance.

I introduced him. She turned to face him, giving him a small smile. "Nice to meet you". Val said, returning her smile. "You too". Violet replied. She turned back to me and mouthed HOT. I snickered at that. Lucian cleared his throat. "If you don't mind, we need privacy for some girl's time". Violet said. They stared at her like she was joking. "Now...Out!". She shooed them away. Once they left, she slumped into the seat Val had occupied and began fanning herself with both hands, dramatically.

Lena's POV. “Hello, ma'am,” the doctor waved his left hand, and felt my pulse with his right hand. “How many fingers am I holding up?” “Can I get a name? Can you speak?” He continued, not even giving me a chance to think or respond. He suddenly stopped and pointed a little fluorescent light in my eyes. I squinted and groaned inaudibly from lying stiff for far too long. “Four, My name is Lena, and I think I can… talk,” I replied in a second, gulping as the man behind him moved closer and fixed his gaze on me.

a weak, rasping voice spoke from the stone deck. We all turned. Vanya was leaning heavily against a star-metal pillar, clutching her wounded neck where Lyra’s needle had struck. Her pale skin was flushed with poison, but her dark eyes were piercing as she looked at me. "Vanya, don't move," I said, stepping forward out of Dominic's hold, though my own body still trembled from the exhaustion of overriding the neural core. "The paralytic—"

I love you. I closed my eyes, trying to block whatever she had planned, but instead, glass shattering and women grunting filled the room. I looked over to see Tanya and Eve fighting. "Tanya!" I joyfully cried. "You wanna push me down a flight of stairs?!" Tanya screamed while throwing a vase at Eve, "You wanna attack my friend and try to kill her baby?!" With a shout, I saw Tanya shove Eve by her shoulders, and she went flying through the glass window. I lay in shock and pain, unable to move. Silver flakes began to fill my vision as vertigo set in.

Ryder lowered me on a level rock, and I felt him touch my waist a moment longer than was necessary, a kind of defiance of Kai which was unacknowledged. “I will go get some water,” Ryder murmured to me as he walked off with Jax toward a stream close at hand. I was left alone with the fire. And Vanya. She sat facing me in her silver fur coat and this coat fell gracefully around her shoulders. In a small and feeble thermos she was pouring a warm fragrant fluid into a tin cup. It smelled of something weird, herbal, sweet, metallic. “You look so tired, Jessica," Vanya smiled, in her silky voice. She held out the cup. "Tea? It's an ol

An agonizing wail suddenly sounded from behind us just as we got to the door. Draven turned towards the voice and I could finally see who it was. Vanya walked towards us, teary eyed and snot nosed. Her mascara had dripped so much that she now looked like a panda. I couldn’t find it in me to laugh, my stomach still felt tight from everything that had happened earlier. “You did it for me?” Draven asked quietly, calmly but I could feel that he was tense. “Yes.” Vanya looked up at him, hope evident in her eyes. “I know you don’t want her, she’s a slave for crying out loud.

she asks offering her hand for me to shake “You are correct” I say shaking her hand and frowning a little at Leanna who tries to step closer to inspect the woman in front of me. “I’m Nova, I am brand new and I have to register and I wont lie, I’ve been a little sheltered until now, so this is a lot!” I offer a small laugh in an attempt to hide that I may have just overshared with a stranger. But something about the short, slim girl with curly hair in front of me makes me feel comfortable.