Velvet Crowe Novels & Stories

"Crystal, come on, one more song!" Greta grabbed my wrist, laughing over the music and the low buzz of the party. This wasn't just any club—it was an exclusive rooftop lounge, bathed in warm light, glass walls reflecting the city skyline. The kind of place where people seemed more focused on being admired than actually enjoying themselves. "Greta, stop. I'm exhausted." I leaned closer so she could hear me. "I have an important interview tomorrow. I can't show up looking like I survived a war."

She gripped the counter, nausea rising. The collar was the exact shade of red Valerio had called her slip last night. Crimson. Blood and silk. It wasn’t just a threat—it was a message. Cael had eyes on her. And he knew. Valerio’s past hadn’t just caught up to him. It had slithered into their present, wrapped in velvet and poison. When Valerio returned, the first thing he saw was Sera, curled in a chair, the note on the table beside her.

Well, she's the one holding the most number of bread they have stolen. It was winter and the freezing wind brushed her skin made her hug herself. Hearing the noise of cats and crows in the junkyard of their hideout, gave her goosebumps. She successfully lost the vendor that was chasing them. She looked at the crow at the top of a trash bin, and she felt this bird was staring at her intently. The crow was tilting its head while looking at her. Mizu knew what this bird wanted. She tore a little bit of the bread and gave it to the crow, but just after the crow gulped the piece of bread, she heard footsteps. So she hid immediately and the crow flew away. "Mizu! Mizu!" As she found out that it wa

She stays silent and stares at Alicia. Young Alicia is wearing a navy blue frock to her knees. Which sways with wild swings of wind to reveal multiple scratches on knees. A long scar is down to the ankle in the left foot. Elizabeth's eyes trail upwards and stop at a thick black line on the frock around her left shoulder. When thunder lightens her milky white hands, Elizabeth sees the true color of the line. It's dark red. Worrying thoughts cross her mind and her breathing stops for the moment. She waves off her thoughts.

Her father was holding the crown that Veronica will wear. The two of then reached the top and Lilith had to let go Veronica and let her walk on her own. Veronica then sat on the new throne made out of black diamond. The supreme dark-priest stood by her side and took the crown from Hikaris who has a wide smile on his lips. “Will you, Veronica Lorraine Glaiza Elizabeth Vane, take this crown of glory, and wield it with valor and might, through all the days of your reign?” The supreme dark-priest asked.

“My secretary. My ex-wife. My perfect little sluts.” Jessica and Claire watched him, lips parted, hands lazily touching each other’s bodies as they waited. With a deep, guttural groan, Riven’s orgasm hit. Thick, powerful ropes of cum erupted from his cock, raining down on them. He painted Jessica’s full breasts and face first, then shifted to cover Claire’s tits and open mouth. Stream after stream of hot cum splashed across their bodies...on their stomachs, necks, cheeks, and tongues. Both women moaned softly, arching slightly to receive every drop as he emptied his balls completely over them.

Marcus roared, flooding her with fresh hot cum, thrusting through the sensitivity to push it deeper. They didn’t stop. He spun her, bending her over the crate and taking her from behind, one hand fisting her hair, the other rubbing her clit furiously. Bullets whizzed nearby. Viktor’s team was pushing in. The raw intensity pushed Pera over the edge again and again until she was sobbing with pleasure, body limp and dripping.

A silk scarf in deep crimson fell perfectly across her shoulders. “Ms. Velvet,” Hailey said quickly, her tone flipping to deference. Velvet Cole was Asher’s aunt, the youngest daughter of the Cole family. Velvet’s influence was softer, woven from grace and quiet observation. People often mistook her elegance for distance, but Velvet noticed everything and she rarely acted without purpose. Velvet’s eyes moved to Ivy, taking her in with a single glance. “And who might you be?” “Ivy Marlowe,” Ivy said, forcing her voice steady. “I… need to speak with Asher Cole.”

Time really changes everything. The head of the pack treasury, Vespera Crowe, is walking down the hall holding a leather folder for Kaelen to sign. She runs right into me just as we both reach the Alpha’s door. The water in my glass sloshes right over the front of her expensive fur coat, and her face turns into a dark mask of pure anger.

Along the ruined street, flickering billboards looped the Guild’s broadcast: “The Purification Operation was successful. The Blood King has been eliminated. Traitor Evelyn Cross is wanted across Valenfort.” Adrian shut the screen off, voice raspy. “We can’t stay here. Marcus transferred command to someone new named Aster Crowe . They call him the Gray Angel of the Guild.” Evelyn looked up. “Crowe? Never heard of him.” “I have,” Adrian said grimly. “He’s a hybrid born from a failed experiment. The Guild took him in, trained him, then purged the vampire blood from his system. But everyone knows… once blood turns black, it never truly turns white again.”