Velvet Crowe Novels & Stories

It was a general alert sent to everyone who signed a proof of ID to the Moonveil pack. /To all the loyal patrons of the Moonveil pack, I, Alpha Matthias Crowe, come bearing bad news. As most of you know, I was engaged to Nerissa DuVall. I was doing her a favor, as we had dated once before my marriage to her sister Aurielle.

“Y-you’re not supposed to be here! I called for a minor spirit.” “And instead you got me.” Vesper stepped out of the circle as if the powerful binding runes were mere chalk drawings. He towered over the kneeling student. “Elias Crowe. Twenty one years old, lonely occult nerd. Still a virgin to anything that actually matters. How adorably pathetic.” Elias’s face burned with humiliation. “How do you know my name? How do you know any of that?” “I know everything about the fool who summons me,” Vesper golden eyes raking slowly over Elias’s slender body. “Including how many nights you’ve laid in that pathetic bed, jerking your cute little cock while fantasizing about a demon pinning you down and

Feel betrayed already? Either man or woman, your lover might let you down one day The bass in Velvet Room pulsed like a heartbeat made of neon and regret. Bodies moved against each other under violet light, drinks poured over glittering rims and the hum of scandal traveled faster than any song played by the DJ.

The mate bond had just taken effect. Camilla wasted no time walking toward the three Alpha King's heirs she had chosen: Kael Dorne, Lucien Vire, and Soren Hale. They closed in around her, their eyes filled with raw desire. All around the camp, other male wolves clearly wanted to compete, but they were intimidated by the pressure of royal blood and didn’t dare step forward. Surrounded by them, she looked like some kind of saint in a chaotic world.

That night, Elara dreamed of red velvet curtains closing around her, soft but heavy, beautiful but suffocating. She woke before dawn, heart racing. Somewhere in the house, a door opened. Somewhere in the city, someone else was watching. And somewhere between power and promise, the Velvet Oath tightened its grip—slowly, quietly, the way the most dangerous things always do.

“Time to finish this.” He nodded, eyes wild and alive. “Together.” They turned, guns raised, as the last wolf lunged—one final enemy between them and the exit. Eirwen didn’t flinch. She pulled the trigger. ⟅━━━━━━⟆ ⚜ ⟅━━━━━━⟆ Next: 13 — Crown The vault is burning. Secrets are bleeding. And not everyone is making it out alive.

Yet, none of them could deny the fact that Violet could be mean to them, anyhow hey will run away from her once they notice her facial expressions. Violet and the Fridlings all entered their various vehicles and drove away to her new home. Violet sat in a blue Chevrolet with Ramon sitting beside her in the back seat and Connor sitting at the front seat with the driver of their car. Ramon’s parents were in another car that was ahead of theirs. The wedding wasn’t really that much of a big party. It sure had some uninvited guest but many of the guests there were invited and they were there just to confirm suspicions and also to criticize, even though many others were happy for the couple.

I heard myself scream before I felt it, and then I felt it, a ripping down the center of my chest, through my ribs, through everything, and Sable was howling inside me, a sound I had never heard her make, and my knees hit the marble and I couldn't breathe, I couldn't see, there was nothing in the world but the tearing. I was on the floor writhing in the pain when I saw it happen. Vivienne swayed on her feet, her hand flying to her forehead, and she stumbled against Alaric's chest in a faint, and he caught her instantly, both arms wrapping around her, his voice urgent, calling her name, asking if she was hurt, if the baby was fine, shouting toward the doors for the physician. He was holding h

Jamie learned the rhythm of exhaustion the way other people learned songs. There was a tempo to it. A drag behind the eyes. A dull ache that settled into his calves by noon and stayed there, loyal, through midnight. He woke to it now, the ache already awake before he was, like it had business to attend to. The ceiling above his bed had a crack shaped like a river. He’d named it once, back when naming things made them feel less temporary. Now he just stared at it, phone buzzing against his palm.

My eyes widened. Shit! ‘Artemesia “cheater’’ Vena? Artemesia was spotted in a coffee shop with popular singer songwriter Luther Salvo. The picture shows the two having fun together. On the same day, he was spotted here with Mr. Braxton Bentley. What is the truth? What is between Artemesia Vena and Luthe Salvo? Is it possible that Mr. Bentley’s relationship with Artemesia? Does Artemesia Vena combine the two or is she fooling them? ‘