Vera Books In Order Novels & Stories

Thank you so much for reading everyone, I really appreciate it and would be grateful for any reviews or feedback. I have really enjoyed writing this book and loved every moment of it, but the story is far from over and book two will be coming out soon following Charlie’s quest in finding her hybrid mother and discovering what happens with Alpha Zach as well as what it means to be Queen of the Lycans. Does Charlie find her way back to Max or does she choose Alpha Zach? Will Max stand by his vow? Only time will tell.

She had gone through the memories of the book enough to understand the desperation, the stupid plan, the sister who should have been in that room instead of her, and the trap that had turned into something much bigger than anyone expected. The original Vera had been scared, cornered, jealous, hungry for a way out, and stupid enough to believe one dangerous plan could give her a future. Vera understood desperation. She had lived beside it long enough to know how easily it could make a person reach for the wrong door. But understanding did not mean she planned to confess anything.

But this was not what Caitlin wanted: she needed to heal Scarlet, not kill her. As she finished yet another book and slid it aside, with still no mention of healing anywhere, she began to feel a sense of despair. She lifted the final book on the stack, a small, leather-bound volume with a red spine, entitled De Fascino Libri Tres by Leonardo Vairo. Caitlin summoned her knowledge of Latin, and knew that translated to: Three Books of Charms, Spells and Sorceries.

The tugging sensation begins again, growing more and more intense as I continue to hold on, as the feeling intensifies I close my eyes and let it take me where it will. Splat! I make the mistake of gasping for breath and the taste of both mud and excrement fill my mouth. Spitting, I stand up noticing in the journey that I have dropped the pendant. Taking a look around, I wonder if this is where the heir has been hidden all this time. Reaching down I pick up the pendant and wipe it off on my cloak. I barely have time to do this before the sensation of tugging once more overwhelms me and the world blurs away. *************************************************************************************

Lena joined us at seven and added three updates from the surveillance on the Salem property, the vehicles had not moved, the facility was maintaining its usual rotation, no signs of an accelerated extraction. At eight Vera appeared in the doorway with her folder and looked at me. "One session," she said. Short. Before you sleep. I'm in the middle of prep. "The prep is done. You know everything you need to know for tomorrow." She tilted her head. "What you need now is control. Twenty minutes." I looked at Cael. "Go," he said. "Lena and I will finish the sequence." I followed Vera upstairs to the library. The fire was low and the room was dim and she had arranged the chairs more closely than u

Indeed, as she looked at them now, she almost felt as if vampires would rise from each one of them. But as she walked, what really struck her was the floor. There, in the distance, was a series of shapes, protruding from the floor. As she got close, she could see that it was a cluster of tombs, embedded in the floor, marble shapes of human beings, supine, rising up from the floor itself. It was as if the floor were a living graveyard, as if these bodies were getting ready to rise. She thought of the sarcophagi in the cloisters in New York, and she felt certain that this was a sacred place for vampires. She sensed an energy coming off of one of them, and she leaned in close, and read the insc

Her ranting helped her ignore the horror until she’d run out of things to blame on the coven. Chris and Brian both took down her golem. Veronica was so horrified by their actions that she’d failed to take action against them. All she needed was her bag of her workings in it. There’d been no time to search for it. Now it was lost to her, and she wanted to cry again over this. That spellbook was left for her out in those woods. She’d taken so much time to retrieve it safely. When she’d opened it, Veronica knew from the first page it was a spellbook that fit her perfectly and she’d be able to do everything she wished. Her abilities and powers would know no limit. They’d grow organically, and sh

I let my hair fall on the other side of the wall, where the maids began working on them immediately. “Now, it’s time to answer all your questions.” Kenna sat on the throne only a few feet away. “But first, it’s time to tell you a story.” “A story?” I asked with renewed curiosity. The bath made all the tension seep out of my body. “Yes.” She smiled. “A story about the genesis of the world, of Gods and Devils and the beginning of the vampire race.” “Your Highness, do you mind if I tell the story?”

Vera's POV I took a deep breath, letting it out slowly as I prepared to reveal everything I'd been holding inside for three days, and when I spoke again, my voice rang clear and strong across the clearing, carrying to every single pack member gathered there. "I heard everything," I said, making sure everyone could hear me perfectly as I recounted the conversation word for word. "Three days ago, I was outside trying to clear my head after learning about this supposed curse when I heard Vivian's voice coming from behind the mansion, so I hid and listened as she spoke with Dante's mother about their plans."

Then I push it open. Silence greets me, and if I didn't know who I was looking for, anyone could have easily mistaken the room for being empty. Vera is sitting alone at the large oak desk, her small legs dangling from the chair. A notebook lies open in front of her, nearly every page filled with neat, careful handwriting. She doesn't look up. She simply keeps writing. I watch her for a few seconds from the doorway, trying to imagine her doing something as cruel as pushing Cora down the stairs. But no matter how hard I try to make that image seem believable, my heart refuses to accept it.