Varian Tangled Evil Novels & Stories

Turning too fast with a glass of champagne in my hand and crashing straight into a brick wall of muscle wearing an Armani tux. “Shit!” I gasped, the glass slipping from my hand as chilled bubbles soaked into an iron-flat chest. A chest that belonged to Dominic Voss. CEO of Voss & Rose Intimates. The man behind the lace empire. The untouchable, the cold-hearted, the ridiculously beautiful boss I’d only ever seen from a distance—and usually only through a sea of trembling executives and whispering assistants. Now he was soaked. And staring at me. Dead. I was dead.

“Why would we be immoral?” Ponce’s smirk widened, his tone dripping with malice. “Because Jaime and Celia are married. That makes you and Ainara step siblings. And when the world sees those photographs, they will see nothing but scandal. Incest. Immorality. The Del Carmen Empire will collapse under the weight of your shame.” Celia’s face went pale, her hands trembling against the table. Santino’s eyes widened, fury flashing across his features. Jaime’s jaw tightened, his silence heavy, his gaze locked on Ponce.

“Take my cum ... feel it gonna pump you full... my filthy mate ...love how you milk me ” They stayed tied, moving slow, dirty talk soft and desperate.“Love you ... need you... always ”Round after round wall, floor, shower desperate, loving, filthy.Until they collapsed, tied and trembling, bodies slick with sweat, milk, cum.Safe.For now.. But Ronan’s warlock prepared the first strike.Varak’s blood circle glowed crimson under the moon.The vial was in Ronan’s hand.The vines would wither.The wards would crack.And Ronan would come.With everything.

The counterpart bond flared hard enough to shake the courtyard. Varis’ expression changed instantly. “No—he found the connection.” Tavian smiled wider. Wrong. Predatory. “She opens the path…” The First King’s voice echoed beneath Tavian’s words. Layered beneath them. Ancient. Hungry. Then suddenly— Tavian vanished. Gasps erupted across the courtyard. Too fast. Far too fast. Lucien reacted first. He shoved Althea sideways just as Tavian appeared behind her. Corrupted claws tore through the space where her throat had been a second earlier.

Going pale, Nora burst into tears, shrieking that he was a deranged lunatic. Guests jeered. "As if Nora could ever be involved with someone like you. Prove it!" "Yeah, do you have evidence?" Nora’s face drained completely. The vagrant, Caleb Turner’s voice cut through the ballroom, "Strip off her dress. There’s a round red birthmark on her upper left thigh." Michael’s face flushed purple with fury. "Get this raving lunatic out of here!" I smirked. This bum might very well be the child’s real father. After all, Michael couldn’t father children.

Book 1: Her Unloved Mate (Vince & Crystal’s Story) Book 2: My Bride is Not a Human (Cade & Andrella’s Story) Book 3: Her Chosen Mate (Rebecca & Oliver’s Story) Book 4: Tangled With A Vampire (Moana & Alaric’s story) Book 5: Alpha’s Innocent Mate (Vlad & Leora’s Story)- Upcoming * In case of any queries regarding any story, please reach out to my inbox. Thank you again.

“This emotional display is beneath your potential!” Through the bond, I feel the horror spreading. Wolves across Revenant territory are collapsing. Their howls turn into agonized screams as the Fenrir Variant-7 takes hold. Some are shifting uncontrollably, their bodies tearing themselves apart between forms. Others are locked in rage, attacking friend and foe alike. Rowena’s iron will surges through the pack link, trying to hold them together, but I feel her strain. And Kieran— His pain slices through me like a blade. The variant has reached its transport. I feel his wolf fighting the infection, thrashing against the chains and drugs. His roar echoes in my mind, raw and defiant.

Vincent Valerius grinned at his second brother, before raising up his arms in defense at seeing the dark clouds threatening to cover half of Varyan’s face. “Hey! You can’t hit your older brother!” Vincent took a step back with laughter brightening up his pupils. Varyan’s face contorted into a terrible frown. His brows were locked so tight and lips pursed tensely that Vincent immediately waved his raised hands to signal his surrender. “Whoa, you really are one scary bastard! How will you even charm your wife if you look like that?” “Shut up! Who says I want to charm that skinny tribute?”

The car was silent and the tension that lingered in the air was unbearable, I could only hear the engine. Artemis tensed against the window and turned her body, trying to put as much space between us as the car would allow. The smell of her perfume lingered In the air—vanilla with a hint of something floral. The disgust she felt for me was clearer than words. I could tell by how her perfectly manicured fingers gripped her clutch and how her shoulders slightly trembled with rage. Artemis was undoubtedly angry and confused, but so was I.

“I…Hello, Professor. I…I am Scarlet Lozenge, and this is my friend, Evangelica Michelangelo.” Scarlet introduced herself and Eva to Dankein Cosh. Eva had been drooling over Dankein and the man saw this through the corner of his eyes but stayed unbothered.