Vent Novels & Stories

The weight of unsaid words and concealed facts hovered in the air like a storm cloud preparing to release its wrath. "Selene," Gabriel repeated, his voice now laced with a combination of skepticism and awareness. "Is it really you?" Selene nodded, tears welling up in her eyes. "Yes, Gabriel, it's me. I've spent my whole life hunting for you." A tense hush crept over the area as the pack members, including Isabella, watched the reunion occur. It was a vulnerable moment, one that had the capacity to transform the dynamics of the pack and the fates of those involved.

If Evelyn was involved, Lisa was in more danger than she realized. Evelyn’s words hit me like a sledgehammer. *The Sopor Veritas?* I’d heard whispers about it in my research, a rare plant, powerful, but also dangerous. It could unlock hidden potential in the mind, but it was also a potent sedative—lethal in the wrong hands. And it was clear now that Evelyn had been using it on me. My own sister, experimenting on me like I was some lab rat.

Ariane’s POV The door opened, and my mother entered with a serious face. “Ariane, we need to talk,” she said matter-of-factly, looking at me intently. I felt wide awake now; a sense of annoyance and incomprehension was welling up inside me. But there was something in my mother’s gaze that made me momentarily consider listening. Her unexpected presence and concern brought me some relief, but not enough to calm my own pent-up anger. “Okay, go ahead and tell me what you want to talk about,” I said, reminding myself to stay calm even as my irritation lingered.

"And I'm not going to be party to that. Not anymore. Either we're actually doing this, or we're not. But we can't be doing it in secret while you pretend to the rest of the world that I don't matter." "You matter," I said. "Not enough to claim," Eli said. "Not enough to stop panicking the moment someone acknowledges that we're actually connected." I wanted to argue. I wanted to explain that I was trying, that vulnerability was harder than he seemed to understand, that my immediate defensive response didn't negate the real feelings underneath it. But I could see in his expression that he'd heard these justifications before. That he was tired of excuses dressed up as explanations. "I'm sorry,"

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“Grant usually knows that a strong emotion is present. A full Vael can distinguish more of its intensity and texture.” Grant leaned one hip against the table. “I get enough to know it’s there.” Saevren inclined his head. “And I get more.” The difference matched what Hallie had watched for days. Grant could feel anger without knowing its cause. Saevren sometimes reacted to a shift before Hallie had decided what to call it herself.

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Berhes broke into a pleased smile, which made his massive cheekbones seem even larger. They stood like that for a while, not daring to choose a direction, a gust of wind brought them out of their thoughts. Olfactory receptors instantly sensed an irritating smell, centuries of hatred sharpened the perception of enemies. From the north end of the tunnel, the wind carried the scent of vampires, weak and flawed half-breeds, but still vampires. Baruz approvingly patted his partner on the shoulder. Berhes broke into a pleased smile, which made his massive cheekbones seem even larger. They stood like that for a while, not daring to choose a direction, a gust of wind brought them out of their though