Varka Novels & Stories

I have no idea who this man is, but he's terrifying already. "Hello Marek," Varian greets coolly. My eyes widen. That accent is from the Scarlet Province. When he holds his hand out to me, I try not to stare too uneasily at his strange tattoos, depicting unfamiliar patterns and images. "You must be Akara." "I am. It's nice to meet you." "Varian works with Tyrien. He runs his armies," Marek explains. Oh. That makes sense. Hence the scary look about him.

This was going to be a very emotional week. I observed a statue of Leif Eriksson in front of the church, then made my way to the large modern cathedral. Past the large brass doors were simple columns and pews that made up the interior body of the church, although majestic with it’s high vaulted ceiling, it was undecorated and reminiscent of Iceland's glaciers. At the back of the church the sun illuminated the altar situated inside the cupola. Looking back towards the entrance a large pipe organ adorned the wall above the door. I took the lift to the top of the tower where it was fairly cold and windy, but totally worth it. From there I could see the horizon, the ocean, the moody mountains as

Three peaces of broken mirror merged them self deep in his head and his blonde eyes wide. Nikolai's breathing was still rapid, his hands gripping the edges of the sink that his knuckles were almost turning white, his red eyes had a smile in them. A few bangs of his hair were falling in his face while his lips curled in a small smile. "Champagne can only be mine " his deep voice declared to no one but himself.

I felt his lips kissing my right buttock and his fingers moving the fabric aside. Moments later, I felt cold metal between my labia, being pushed inside. “Mark, what is that?” I asked trembling when his fingers began to caress my clitoris while I felt the weight of the metal inside me. “It's a wireless vibrator, Olivia. Come on, give me one of your hands.” I did what he asked to feel the cord protruding from between my folds “You don´t have to worry that it stays there, at the end of the night I’ll be taking its place.”

~ “Nah! We’re creating weapons that can kill that son of a bitch. This is worth a celebration!” The varak was a type of pig-like creature that David and Elizabeth rarely encountered. The reason for this was due to their slow reproduction rate. While that may seem like a counterproductive type of evolution, the varak released an intoxicating fume around it that confused other animals, including the Draco and its weaker kin. This allowed the varak to live its life in relative peace as most creatures haven’t evolved to resist its mind-numbing fumes. Fortunately, David and Elizabeth managed to observe this creature tricking the other animals.

And let me not mention the amazingly smooth shaved face of his. "Are you done staring?" My eyes wander to his face. The thin lips close and straighten to perfectly still line and the pair of black eyes is shaded by two thick furrowed brows. "Hellooo?! Earth to Veronika!" "Oh my God! Jesus, I'm so, so sorry!" I jump back as if lightning stroke me. For how long was I staring?! "Yeah, just next time watch your steps." He leaves my arm and grumbles, then walks to his desk.

Especially when it has to do with secrets. Varga doesn't follow the forest paths. She weaves through the trees and speeds like an arrow, or faster, following my directions. I'm going by partial memory, and I hope I'd recall where it was. My eyes stream with tears that the wind digs out, but I can see clearly; I can see the jagged peaks of the Forsaken Fortress rise above the trees.

His feet knew where to go, the Northern Forest. The Northern Forest is on the western side of the country of Latveria. It is located directly opposite Mount Krakoa—the largest and most active volcano in the country. There is a place of poisonous sulfur underground, a place where strange plants and scary animals live. They have no contact with the outside world, but many creatures that are tired of life visit it here. Her name is Sweden. An area in the Northern Forest that was usually surrounded by adherents of the black sect. It is full of bamboo and sequoia trees. Because the air there is toxic, the Latveria government has closed access to the forest, except for air.

My brother's name. "Does anyone want to share what it means with me?" I asked, annoyed that they were keeping things from me. Nero leaned in close and whispered, "Their last name. Lowell Varg. 'Varg' means wolf in Norse. We did smell wolf in your apartment that day," Nero looked at Aldrich and then at Vesper, who nodded telling us that he had talked to the werewolf and he was convinced that the guy didn't lie. He didn't recognize the scent.

“Let’s hope Rune doesn’t kill you first, shall we?” “He won’t.” I sneered, “he’s too busy mourning a ghost.” Varek’s head tilted slightly, curiosity sharpening his dark demeanour. “Raven?” The name hung between us like a rotten scent neither of us wanted to breathe in. “I thought she…” “Your thoughts do not concern me, Varek. You just do what you’re paid for.” Pearly white teeth flashed distractingly as he grinned. “I like to know my targets well before cutting them down,” he murmured.