Velvet X Orchid Novels & Stories

The warm, wetness of her mouth nearly buckled his knees, never had he expected this kind of pleasure from kissing a human. Violet melted into his arms as they tightened around her, bringing her as close as possible as his tongue slipped in her mouth. Her arms wrapped around his waist as they became one for a moment, completely oblivious to the world around them that seemed to have gone silent and dark around them. She became aware very quickly that she never wanted this feeling to end. "A

“For now, we wait for her to be crowned.” A week later, the day of the eclipse... Jubilant music played as everyone waited for the coronation. The ball room was filled with demons enjoying their blood wine. On the other hand, Veronica Vane was on her chamber waiting for her to be called by Lilith. She was standing in front of a huge mirror wearing a black ball gown, with that perfectly sits on her curves, the gown has thin golden vines around it, glittered that shines whenever any light reflects on it. Her hair tied into a curled plait bun, some strands of her cascading by her rosy cheeks, and her lips colored as red as cherry. A smile curved on her lips as she curls the hair cascading by he

The dimly lit bar was a sanctuary for the weary and the wicked alike. The air was thick with the scent of aged whiskey and the low hum of conversation, punctuated by the occasional clink of glasses. Chase Almonte leaned against the polished mahogany counter, swirling the amber liquid in his glass, his mind racing with thoughts of revenge. He had always been a man of ambition, but lately, that ambition had twisted into something darker, fueled by a burning hatred for his niece, Desire.

“You fight, you survive and you find a way to meet those conditions, even if it means defying your alpha.” She returned to the table and began wrapping the items. “These herbs will strengthen the mate bond, make the separation less painful. The crystals are protective wards, make sure to keep them close. And this…” She held up the vial of silver liquid. “….is for emergencies only.” “What is it?”

They set out in their real forms, as bats and flew away. Violet had a great time studying the house, she knew she had a long way to go but it didn’t matter, as long as she was getting herself busy. She found out that each member of this house has a particular lane for himself and the lane had a design of their choice. It was unimaginably real, A house as big as this one, with over 15 chambers that she has noted. How many more was she yet to see? Violet kept walking till she met Kimora. She still had no idea of who Kimora was. But she was told yesterday night, how could she have forgotten?

I bit out, unable to stay quiet any longer. Fucking hell I was going to kill her when she was sober. Instead of answering right away, Violet mulled over my question by humming some unknown song, lazily dragging her fingers up and down her sopping wet torso. The sounds she let out led me to believe whatever drug Lorenzo had given her was laced with Wolfsbane. She mewled and panted as though every brush of her fingers was bringing her closer to the edge. “Violet.” I snarled, and her eyes snapped open.

She showed up at Velvet Temple the private, members only sex lounge in the heart of Virelin, where names were optional, masks were sacred, and submission was a language. It was how she tried to forget him. But he was already there. Standing under the moody red lighting, in a velvet blindfold and tailored black slacks, shirt unbuttoned just enough to expose the phoenix tattoo curling down his abdomen. The same body that had worshipped her between candle wax and shadows. He turned his head slightly as if he could smell her. “On your knees,” she whispered from behind the partitioned curtain. He obeyed. Just like that. She didn’t ask his name. Not this time.

Once inside her den, she captured the radiant orchids from every tactical angle, flooding the freshman network with the images. [Sorelle: The solstice harvest has been secured~] [Wendy: High ancestors, that bundle is gargantuan! It represents triple the mass of the senior tracker's bouquet! And if my senses are accurate, those are the apex, mutated strains that grow only in the high caves, correct?!] [Grace: Ahhh Sorelle my wolf is begging! Can you please grant me a single stem? Please, please!] Sorelle possessed minimal knowledge regarding advanced botanical strains, but witnessing the intense submission and desperation of her peers made her scent spike with supreme arrogance.

Something eased in Miguel’s expression, subtle but unmistakable, as if the forest itself had held its breath and now breathed out a sigh of relief. The path curved, narrowing as it climbed slightly. That was when Bobby saw it— brilliant colors breaking through and contrasting with the green. “Oh my…,” she said, stepping closer to the edge of the trail. The orchid clung to the trunk of an old tree, its blossoms a soft, luminous violet, petals shaped with an elegance that felt almost unreal, as if designed by an artist. The Guaria Morada orchid looked ethereal against the brown wet bark, like something painted there for her to admire.

When he got to his room, he moved the small statue on his desk and a part of his desk drawer came loose. He opens it and there’s a small vault. He entered his code and inside there was a small glass vial in the shape of a capsule. Inside it is a dark-concentrated liquid consisting of Vervain mixed with Nightshade. Two deadly plants that could burn, poison, and kill a Vampire. “I never knew this vial would see the light of day,” he said to himself as he took it and wore it as a necklace around his neck. CONCURRENTLY… In Qillalon’s room.