Vera Books In Order Novels & Stories

He looked at Vera with an expression I could not read. "You know her," I said to him. "I know of her. Vera of the Forgotten Archives. She researches old pack histories. Travels between territories gathering information that others have lost or hidden." He looked at Vera directly. "I thought you were dead. There were reports three years ago that you had been killed by a pack in the eastern territories."

The door was closed and I could see light coming from underneath it. I pushed the door open and stepped inside. Vera was sitting on the bed, propped up against some pillows. She had a book in her hands and seemed completely focused on reading it. "You're back," Vera said without looking up from her book. I didn't respond. I just closed the door behind me and started walking toward the bathroom. "Luan," Vera said, finally looking up. "I said you're back." I still didn't say anything. I just kept walking, unbuttoning my shirt as I went.

The crow of chaos rose. Guards screamed orders. Chains rattled. Vera, half-blinded by pain, forced herself to stand. The wolf’s breath filled her lungs. She turned and sprinted through the broken door, hearing shouts behind her. Stone corridors, a flash of torch, another collapsed guard. She vanished into the night. --- Sheltered at last in the chapel’s inner sanctum, Vera collapsed against a shattered altar. Gavriel knelt beside her, hands trembling as he tried to bandage her scraped knees with a scrap of cloth.

Vera’s hack fed through, revealing Damon’s orders—attack Starfang’s perimeter at midnight, targeting their vault again. My wolf roared, my claws twitching, itching to tear into him. Vera’s voice crackled again. “I’ve got their signals locked,” she said, her tone fierce. “They’re moving now.” My heart raced, her skill a beacon, the bond sparking with every word. “I’m heading out, Gabriel. Meet you there.” “Vera, wait!” I said, my voice raw, but the comm cut, her stubbornness a fire in my chest. I cursed, my wolf whining, her courage both thrilling and terrifying.

Ambrosia POV: We have been studying all of this for hours now. Jackson and I took a small break to spend time with our kids and tucked them into bed before we came back and continued everything. The only thing we can't make sense of is what causes the change in the blood. "When is Alley getting here?" I asked, rubbing my eyes. "She will be here soon, her and Stephen are making sure everything is secured." Jackson yawned. "So Lucinda gave me a book, it kind of talks about all of it but it isn't anything good but at least it can be reversed, it just doesn't say how it can be reversed." Pythia said, walking towards us with a small leather book. "What does it say?" I asked. "Well someone has to

She is not a Salve and she will never become a Slave even if it endangers her life. *Note* This story is completely separate from the next one in the series and can be read independently

Caitlin flew through the night sky, racing for all she was worth. In one hand, she clutched the three keys, feeling her father's presence with her strongly. In the other, she clutched the vial holding Violet's blood, feeling the energy pulsing through it, praying, hoping beyond hope that this small vial of blood could save Caleb's life. And praying that then, somehow, they could figure out how to save Scarlet’s life, too.

It topples over before I can reach it, spilling crisp money against the wooden floor. "Vergel, what are you doing?" Finn takes a single step between me and the deadly man ahead of me. Vergel looks from me to the bag I keep staring at. "This is what you want, right? Money and the fucking spellbook the whole fucking thing—probably got you into this mess. You’re so fucking pretty, but your selfishness is ugly, Pearl."

com> To: Vera Lee Subject: Hey :) i got your chat and figured you were better than i thought. i hope everything went well with the book transaction, or whatever you call it. enjoy the book! sincerely hoping it arrives earlier than schedule. i’ll be on the lookout for any deliveries, neighbor ;) might beat you to it this time I had to re-read his e-mail. It was eight in the morning and my brain was still catching some Zs. My whole body was practically sleeping still.

He started with Alpha and gave a vivid description of how they are, oblivious that Harold's father was one and all things being normal, he was meant to be ascend the position next. When he was done talking on Alphas, he talked a little on the characteristics an Alpha's wife, a Luna, was meant to possess. When he was done, he spoke on the Betas and spent another fifteen minutes talking on Deltas. By the time he reached subtopic ‘Omega’, the class was almost entirely over. He then went on to talk on a wolf which they all possessed before the class came to an end. “What is it like being the pup of an Alpha?” Chloe asked as she and Harold walked out of the classroom.