Velvet Shell Novels & Stories

She just appeared next to a perfect shell, her white scales glowing as she peers up at us with crystalline eyes the color of glowing stars. "You surprised me, little one," I grin down at her as I offer her my other hand. Without hesitation, she settles within my grasp, her whole body vibrating with a soundless note. She's mute. And she is unlike any dragon I've ever seen before. "Welcome Vela," I greet my new little one as she closes her eyes and settles in. Daax reaches forward to help our still unhatched son and I bark a warning at him as his hand hovers above the shell. "Don't you dare," I threaten.

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

Victoria needed every inch of her to be defined, and to add a deep neckline. “What color does she like?” “She likes royal blue.” Suddenly, Valentine’s fingers stopped on a royal blue laced fabric. It was an Organza, a thin, plain weave, sheer fabric traditionally made from silk. It was a baby doll slip dress, with bell sleeves. Valentine presumed it would reach down to her mid-thigh. It had a ribbon made of satin, attached from behind. It was a deep V neckline, reaching an inch just above the wearer’s belly button. She brought it in front of him in the air, introducing the beautiful dress. “Will this do? Can you picture her out while wearing this?”

"There's no need to call everyone. You can just show me around, Chris." Chris glanced at Stella before he responded, "Of course, Ms. Hall. Please follow me." The entire first floor was the sales area. Chris began by showing her around the section and explaining everything along the way. The Velvet specialized in high-end jewelry. Each of their designs was produced in limited quantities with no restocks once they were sold out. They had premade jewelry but also accepted private commissions with dedicated designers to help create pieces tailored to their clients' preferences. Based on the information Darcie provided, The Velvet had been in operation for nearly a decade. They were a brand that

A four-post bed, draped with sheer fabric hanging from the ceiling, a huge wardrobe, three seated sofas with a coffee table, and a space large enough to fit ten people in the room. The bathroom can be accessed through the sliding door, a classic four-legged bathtub right in the middle, a shower in the corner divided by a glass door. The toiletries were organized all over the bathroom as if there was always someone staying in the room, but when she looked closer, the bottles and caps were unopened, they were all brand new. The whole room smelled like lavender, the sheets were silky and smooth, cool enough to make her comfortable to sleep in the nude. Although she wouldn't do that. A vanity to

“Not while I’m alive.” Malthea’s eyes narrowed. “Then we’d better make sure you stay alive.” III. The Ritual of Bone Far from them, in the underground sanctum of her cult, Valeria wept. Not for remorse. But for pain. The ritual she just performed had demanded the marrow of a Hollow Shell, the blood of an innocent, and the eye of someone who had seen truth. She’d gouged her own priestess’s eye out for the final component. The altar glowed with sigils older than war. Blood pooled in a silver bowl.

he said cheerfully. Hearing that, Helbert sighed in relief. "How can you still smile after nearly falling?" "But if I hadn’t, you wouldn’t have caught me." Helbert was speechless, shaking his head as he let go of Sieghal, who was clutching something that piqued Helbert’s curiosity. "What’s that?" he asked, unable to stop staring at Sieghal’s hand that seemed to be hiding something. "Oh, this is for you." Sieghal opened his hand, revealing a shell the size of an adult’s palm. The shell had a rainbow-colored exterior and a bright silver interior, incredibly beautiful, which made Helbert marvel.

Rylee said sweetly, tilting her head to one side, "is both an aphrodisiac and a paralytic…enough to flood your body with desire, but just enough weakness that you can't fight back." His breathing quickened. His body tingled. He tried to rise, but his legs wouldn’t cooperate. "You're insane," he said through gritted teeth. She clapped her hands twice. The door opened. Five women walked in. Each one tall, poised, and wrapped in velvet and sin. Women from Velvet Flame. Zena was among them…tattooed, leather corset, legs for days. She chewed gum and gave Cameron a sultry once-over. "Rylee, you bad girl…" she purred with a dark chuckle.

“You two know about snow-velvet dye?” Elijah nodded proudly. “We saw it in a book. It says it comes from your northern place and it’s very rare.” Then he added with a tiny frown, “We need the right aura to mix it.” Caleb pushed his hands forward, as if ready to work already. “We can do it, Uncle. We’re smart.” Vincent snorted softly, an amused sound I hadn’t heard from him in years. “That much is true.” Then he turned to Myra. “Do you want to go?”

Velvet material that was soft to touch with such a deep red colour that made it stand out. Lucian touches the scarf and frowns. “This isn’t Dimitri’s” He stated, feeling the material again. “And it’s far too delicate to belong to an assassin.” He concluded. “Then, whose is it?” I looked Lucian in the eyes as I ask even though I know he has no answer for me.