Vera Claythorne And Then There Were None Novelas e Histórias

The woman is still sound asleep, I undress her, i need her dress, as mine tore when i shifted, i bite her neck and drain as much blood as quickly as I can. I bite my wrist and put it to her mouth just so she heals and no one knows she was killed by a vampire, I then get Nova to dig a hole, bury her and put her dress on. This is it, I need to find my mate, I head back toward the town and pick up his scent, following it away from the town. I travel until dawn, I'm getting tired, I need to rest, but Nova is getting antsy, this tells me my mate is near, she is running circles in my head.

It felt like a trap that had been set ten years ago. He reached the sub-basement doors. They were already open. The room was bathed in the cold, blue light of a dozen monitors. In the center of the room sat a heavy oak table, and on it lay the final dissolution papers of the Blackwood Trust. Clara Vance sat at the table, her posture rigid. She looked exactly like the photo Evelyn had shown—the same sharp jaw, the same dark, piercing eyes that mirrored Dante’s own. Standing behind her, his hand resting on her shoulder with a sickeningly paternal air, was Silas.

The "Void" didn't end with a bang; it ended with a transfer. Julian Thorne opened his eyes, not to the cold vacuum of space, but to the soft, Egyptian cotton sheets of the master suite in the Thorne-Vance Estate. The air didn't smell of ozone and digital debt; it smelled of expensive sandalwood, rain-washed stone, and the faint, intoxicating scent of Clara’s lavender perfume.

Angelia said urgently, “Plus…Look at the size of that wound. No she-wolf has that huge of a claw. Veronica was killed by a man.” Glen stood on the spot stiffly. There was a hopeless look in his dull eyes. Angelina approached him and carefully put a hand on his shoulder, “I know that this is traumatic for you…But Chloe is not the murder.” Glen covered his face with both hands. After a long pause, he emitted a hoarse low sob. *** The party was definitely not going to happen. Rivena and Kaelan brought in a few soldiers and together they put a white sheet over Veronica’s body.

Although vampires could conceive, it was not a common occurrence; and certainly not between a vampire and a human. Claus was eagerly waiting for their return. Kira had barely entered the main room and introduced him to Agatha before he ordered her to the bedroom to bond. She and Agatha exchanged looks as she obediently followed him. As much as Agatha would have liked to stop the process, she knew that it was the only way to get Claus to help Edwin. She’d hated Lord Malcolm Jameson for three-hundred years and didn’t think she could hate him even more until she watched her friend’s slumped shouldered figure disappear behind closed doors with her soon to be mate.

Vera's POV "Vera is pregnant," she said simply. "And it is not Zade's.” I shot Lyra a look that could have drawn blood. She looked back at me with those wide blue eyes and said nothing and I knew exactly. Revenge. Fair enough. Claire was already in the room "I know," Claire said.

"What do you mean, honey?" Clara pointed to the photograph in Sophia’s hand. "She said her name is Eleanor. She said I have to help her." Ethan and Sophia exchanged a stunned glance. Whatever secrets the villa held were no longer just about the past—they were reaching out, pulling their children into a story that seemed far from over. This continuation deepens the mystery, tying the villa’s secrets directly to Ethan and Sophia’s family. The chilling twist involving Clara hints at a supernatural connection, leaving readers eager to unravel the enigma in the chapters to come.

Her wolf stirred weakly, then whined and curled in on itself under the weight of the drugs. “Easy,” a voice said from the shadows. Amused. Familiar. Haley lifted her head, teeth clenched. “You’re dead.” Veronica stepped into the torchlight, pristine as ever. No blood. No sweat. Her silver eyes glittered. “Not yet,” Veronica said. “And not before you watch.” Rage flared hot and reckless. “If you touched my children—” Veronica laughed softly. “Oh, don’t flatter yourself. They weren’t the prize.” She tilted her head. “You were.”

Luckily for both Vampires and Lenoras they had healing powers so their ear drum were going to heal or we would have ended up having permanently deaf Vampires and Lenoras. Just as Caspian was coming to hug me, and the Lenoras were about to chain her, realizing her revenge plan had failed, Vera then did something unexpected. ‘’You it all your fault!’’ She then shouted jumping upon me and teleporting both of us away. It became a fight for life or death as I found myself falling of some cliff like I had done last time but this time with a mad woman named Vera trying to kill me. She had her hands around my throat while I also retaliated kicking at her and pulling at her hair.