Vera Claythorne And Then There Were None Novels & Stories

“Our orders are to present her unharmed.” Verona moved close to Chloe and took her hand. Turning it so that her wrist was exposed, she asked in a sultry voice, “Whatever did you do to upset our dear Antoh so?” before sinking her long, powerful fangs deep into the tender flesh. “You’re a vampire?” Chloe half-screamed; half-asked as she struggled to pull her arm free from Verona’s vice grip. “We can’t get much past you,” Stefan laughed as he carefully monitored Verona’s attack on Chloe’s wrist. “That’s enough, sister dear.”

The salt-scented air thickened with the taste of decay. Ashani staggered back, her hand pressed to her forehead. She could feel it now—the slow, creeping power of Varethkaal’s resurrection. His forces were already spreading, reaching for the edges of the island, creeping toward the mainland. But she couldn’t just stand there. Not when Clara was facing Emily. Not when the world was teetering on the edge of annihilation. She had to act. ⸻ Clara: The Final Choice

The Frostclaws were officially living in a delusional fairy tale. And Veronica? She was just a shark tossing out bait to bleed them dry of their last valuable asset: that Heaven-Heart Grass. At sunset, over by the public green in the Haven District, Chloe was finishing up her clinic, completely unaware that people were already plotting to raid her grandmother's estate. She leaned over to give her final patient the rundown. "Cut the salt out of your diet. And if another 'expert' tells you that you need surgery? Don't listen. Don't believe a word of it."

However, there was no harm in trying. After wearing multiple layers of clothing to ward off the cold, Vero stepped out of the dorm. The flashlight from her phone illuminated her way. Streetlights were not fully installed in Duradel, so it was dark at night. But there was nothing frightening in this place that could intimidate her. The vampires were the most terrifying beings in Duradel, but they wouldn’t harm her, at least if they didn’t want to deal with Lev. The rain had completely stopped, but the cold air lingered. Vero traced the road along the edge of Caravons Depth until she reached Noblebranch. She was almost hopeless and felt that her efforts were in vain as she searched in the ditc

SARAH'S POV I sat there in the cold dark alley for quite a while and not even a rat passed by, I was starting to get scared when I heard faint laughter, more like a chuckle from afar. The sound became louder and clearer. It was no longer just the sound of laughter, I could now hear footsteps approaching. The closer they came the clearer their voices, they sound like nice people, I should probably ask them for help. What will I say though, I can't possibly tell them that I'm a vampire princess who came here through a porthole and woke up, then blacked out, then woke up again in a place where I was stabbed with needles and driven away by the smell of blood and somehow ended up here with no one

I had unknowingly closed my eyes. But when I opened them, the two alphas were face to face. He was foaming at the mouth as he banged against the glass, ramming it with his whole body as it shook. Dr. Dawson smirked. He taped the glass with a mocking expression. As the specimen had nothing he could think of doing for more intimidation. He started to pace back and forth, staring Dr. Dawson down, growling at him and baring his teeth.

The one and only thing an alpha needs from him mate was strong pups and only an alpha female could grant then such wish. On that very day I was dressed in a long back gown, which was tight at the top and flare from the waist downward reaching my feet, and there was a black net cape, that flowed from my neck to the ground, I had paired it with a silver ankle strap heel, which mom had gifted me that morning, once was done, I headed down stairs, where Cassie, soon and my mom were waiting for me. Oh yeah, it was also Cassie's first mating Ceremony. Sophia on the other hand found the whole ritual dumb and stupid, that's why she chose not go take part in it, which didn't go well with everyone.

Not in a grand procession, but with reverence. From the west, the vampires came cloaked in velvet, eyes bright with memory. Their offering was cradled in crystal: a single tear, hardened into time—a moment paused forever. They called it the Stilldrop, and it held within it the minute Elara had pardoned the last blood prince without blade or bargain.

Nick and I nodded, “Do you accept your position as queen of the vampires and relinquish your life to the vampires as a hybrid?” “Yes.” “NO!” Mara yelled, but we continued, “Do you accept her as your queen, lover and mate?” Mandy asked Nick, he nodded, “Yes.” She took a knife and cut my hand first and then Nick’s, “This is the blood oath, this will bind your souls together for eternity.” She then muttered words in another language that sounded romanian or greek. She then placed our hands together and Nick bit my neck; I winced at the sudden pain but it soon disappeared

As they were swept into the darkness, Elena looked back one last time. ​Claire Vance was standing in the center of the cellar, surrounded by her ruined garden. She picked up a single, crushed lily and held it to her nose. She didn't try to follow. She didn't try to fight. She simply closed her eyes as the first hiss of the gas began to fill the vault. ​They emerged from the drainage pipe a mile away, staggering onto the muddy banks of Blackwood Lake. The estate above them was silent, glowing in the moonlight like a giant, glass tomb.