Velvet Crowbar Novels & Stories

“I guess I have to go,” I said quickly. I foolishly took steps at a normal human speed. As a result, Justin managed to stop me again and get in my way. “Are you a wolvire?” Justin asked suddenly. I looked at him confused. “My name is Bara, not Wolvire.” Justin patted his forehead like he was out of mind because of my foolishness. “I mean ‘wolvire’; stands for wolf-vampire.”

It was silent for a while, racking in tired responses, men talking about how they wouldn’t be easily fooled anymore, but then a reliable source confirmed it to be real. The underworld shifted. The headline on the Underground Ledger simply read: DIMITRI’S GHOST. The line had sunk into people’s heads and would not leave. The underworld plummeted into a fit of paranoid hysteria. To the Russian Bratva, it was a resurrection, a divine sign that the old ways were returning with a vengeance. To the tech-heavy cartels in the West, it was a power shift, a rumour that Volkov had undergone some experimental cybernetic or chemical enhancement to become the ultimate super-soldier.

A little barred window was pushed open and two large light-colored, wet eyes looked out, which caught a light of the torches, sickly orange in color. “We are here to get the Dampener,” Vanya mumbled, her voice sounding bored, like we were running an errand, rather than walking up to the snarl of a trap. The rusty door swung slowly open, and we entered the Vault. It was a hole of a plundered past. Crowns of dead kingdoms were stacked in corners like rubbish; old swords inscribed with forbidden runes were leant against jars of glittering contraband. But the focus of my eyes was on the middle of the room. A collar was on a pedestal of black molten rock. It was of cold, heavy iron, carved with N

she hissed, every syllable soaked in venom. A growl rumbled in my throat, rising from deep in my chest. She could deny the title all she wanted—but she couldn’t deny the bond. With an exasperated roll of her eyes, Velara finally began to lift her shirt. The fabric slid upward slowly, revealing skin that stole the breath from my lungs. I hadn’t been prepared for the sight that greeted me. Her ribs were covered in a storm of bruises—deep violet and sickly blue patches sprawled across her torso like shadows from a violent past. The mottled skin looked fragile, as if the faintest touch might cause it to tear. Every discolored blotch whispered of pain. It was the kind of damage that couldn’t be e

She still had hope that her son would find a way and he did. Heaving a sigh of relief, Verna clapped her hands and they glowed red before she pulled them apart, a red ball of light appeared and she began to move her right hand over her left, repeating the same process until she blast her power forward and a red coffin with a symbol O, atop it, appeared. She raised her head with a sense of pride as she smirked.

Harley sit on the couch alongside with them. Harley and Howard looking at each other before they open their mouth to tell the whole story so that they will understand who they are, what they are and their destiny. “ Adryan… You’re the real vampire, ” Harley said while looking at Adryan in the eyes. Adryan looking at Harley with an expression that show he doesn’t understand with that. He shaking his head did not believe what Harley just said. “ You must be joking or whatever but still it doesn’t funny. Really not funny, ” Adryan chuckling.

This power made him a master of stealth, able to move unseen and strike from the darkness. To hear Damon refer to him so casually, as his sidekick, was both shocking and unnerving. I looked back at the young man in the corner. He didn’t fit the image I had in my head of a notorious hacker. Caleb—Black Vortex—seemed almost... ordinary. His messy black hair fell over his face as he worked, his fingers moving like lightning over the keyboard. “Black Vortex?” I repeated, my voice was filled with disbelief. “You’re telling me he works for you?”

"He isn't bothering anyone. He works." "No?" Vaelor crouched down directly in front of Umbra. The hound immediately bared his long fangs, a low, dangerous rumble vibrating deep within his chest. Instead of stepping back, Vaelor smiled cruelly, channeling a visible, corrosive spark of his decay Authority into his bare fingertips. The air warped with the scent of rot. "I think he forgets his place. Perhaps his worthless black blood belongs on the underside of my boots."

] "Fine! I'll do it myself!" I forced my legs to move. I had to kill this one while it was stuck. I stepped back onto the shipping crate. The golden warmth of my twenty percent strength boost hummed beneath my skin. I raised the crowbar high over my shoulder staring into those milky eyes. "Look at me you bastard " I hissed. The creature let out a screech. It lunged forward with its teeth inches from my face. I didn't blink. I swung the crowbar down with every ounce of strength I had.