Varka Novels & Stories

Only the stone floor covered in terrible black spots and streaks. She was right - where they kept her - a paradise for Dear Charlie's favorites. It's hell for Harry's whores... Then the beam snatches out of the darkness a large white object, softly rumbling with a motor. What is this refrigerator? The one in which ice cream, semi-finished products, cottage cheese desserts are stored in supermarkets ... Meat ...

I shrug. “Okay, I like her.” she points to me and looks at Rhea. “I’m Veronica by the way. Veronica Ryan. Grade B.” “Grade?” I raise a brow, confused. “A Grade basically tells how dangerous a person is. And before you ask, the difference between A’s and B’s is that A’s have committed murder.” “But mine is asterisked?” “It’s never been given before but I’m guessing it means numerous counts of murder.” Yeah. That makes sense.

And the color of my skin never hides when I blush so it's always hard. "What's your name?" Now he stood right beside me leaning on the basin and looking down at me. Okay, how the hell was he this tall? I looked like a minor in front of him. This was so unfair. And not to forget his deep baritone voice. It was so smooth just like butter. Ew Arabella really? "Arabella" I replied. He hummed before folding his hands and damn I almost swooned. I accidentally glanced at the tattoo on the back of his left shoulder. It had wings and it between were two initials.

“We’ve been made aware of some she wolves going missing. From some of the North packs.” And because she is so fast she gets it instantly. Her eyebrows go up in surprise. “Including my old pack?” she asks. “Yes and the two neighbouring packs.” I confirm “Who?” she asks looking worried. “We got the names yesterday. From the Golden Harvest Pack was Mary Jameson, Lila Munroe and Reeva Varik” I tell her. Honesty is best. I wondered if she knew either of them but the look of distress on her face and the way she clutched my arm tells me she does.

Anything with the letter P. “I have an idea, lets leave” His eyes brightened with mischief as Mat arched his brows. “Leave?” He let an echo and Toni nodded. “Your mum is not around and mine too, we never really got to explore Puebla, i mean its all around the internet about the exuberant renaissance of the archaic city. World Heritage city” He gestured dramatically with his arms. “I can check amazing places to visit” He raised his phone in his hands and Mat let out a soft sigh. “But my brother, Ralfh” He said and Toni shrugged his shoulders. “We’d take him”

Dr Roma said with plain face and Aisha went stiff to hear her words. Note: Dear Reader, If you would like to see character for 'Ravan' please visit my Insta account Valentinestories_1728

, Dawn replied, pointing to the windchime hanging over the window opposite the bed. “Sure”, Lena agreed. Dawn grinned, watching her hopped up from the bed to unhook the item, the metal cylinders jangling at they moved. She brought it over and laid it down on the duvet. Lena then sat down opposite her friend and they linked hands over the windchime. “I call upon the spirits and the magic of nature. Aqua, terra, ignis et aer”, she began.

He declares and I stand and drop into a little curtsy, my brows rising in question. “Guilty as charged.” I reply and straighten up. So he’s Alpha Kael’s uncle? They look nothing alike, apart from that barrel-chestedness. He is shorter than Alpha Kael, stockier. Where Alpha Kael’s features run dark; his eyes, his hair- this man’s hair has a sandy effect that muddies the black of his hair and his eyes lack that hallmark intensity. “It is nice to meet you…?” “Varik. The pleasure is all mine.” He says but his voice is so strong that everything he says sounds like a declaration. “Come, you must tell me how Kael chose you, I’ve been dying to know.”

(Lena POV) The table in Theo’s kitchen had a deep scratch running diagonally across the pine, a relic from a night years ago when a hunting knife had slipped. I traced it with my fingernail, following the jagged line from the edge of the wood to the center. Beside my hand sat a scrap of paper where I had scribbled three names: Compound, Lowlands, Varden. I drew a circle around them and then a line through each, the ink bleeding into the cheap fiber of the page.

he said as he glared at me. Tala ported them away and I looked around the quiet house. I walked to Kiran’s study and I was drawn to the wooden chest in the corner behind his desk. I looked at the lid and its magic called out to me. “Skera,” I whispered and let my blood drip on Yggdrasil.