روايات وقصص ضمن Vera Claythorne And Then There Were None

She looked at him sternly and he backed away, groaning and clasping his head in pain. “I knew it would come to this. I would have shown you what Claire wanted for you. I know you're the first vampire created by that damned witch and I'm here to tell you that this is just the beginning. Every memory of Claire Wesley will fade away like the dust of the earth.” Verna proclaimed as her lips parted. “No!” He roared as he glared at her and the pain intensified. Verna muttered inaudibly while Aurelius fell to his knees, grasping his head and shrieking. Verna tightened her fist and Aurelius' neck snapped before she used one of her portals to return home.

Clair Anderson laughs maniacally. She could already picture herself in the arms of Damon, there was no stopping her now. No mate no bond, now a chosen bride is what is left. “What if…” “ the dead do not speak. How many times do I have to repeat myself” Clair roared angrily. “Fine… I got you the first time” he wasted no time in diving in and just like Clair, Ranah was waiting for the results. Time seems to move by slowly to their displeasure. It felt like forever.

“It won’t open. Don’t waste your efforts.” Veronica was the plaything of many men in the region. Claude knew it well. But is also the sl*t of Jack Black as Flora saw, meant Veronica may be a spy or a double agent, or just a woman too fool to be alive: “What’s wrong with you?!” cried she Claude seemed as terrifying as a soul reaper. He looked at her in an intimidating way she never saw despite being his sex partner for so long. He didn’t even blink when she fell to her knees, by his feet, sobbing:

So the head warrior, Arlo, got started with our lesson and he wasn’t holding back this morning. He said that we all knew what was going on and we needed to be ready. When it comes down to it, we are going to be the only things standing in the way of the vampires and the rest of civilization. So, we need to be ready for everything. To survive and protect the people that we love. As soon as training was over I headed upstairs of the packhouse to get ready for school. But I saw something strange in the upstairs sitting area, so I walked over towards the back of the couch and I saw my stepmother Jillian passed out with a martini glass in her hand.

DAPHNE I had already retired to my bedroom when I heard a loud yell, coming from the back of the pack house. And then, footsteps of people running towards the garden. My door swung open, and Veronica rushed into my room. She looked startled and that got me disturbed. “Veronica? Are you okay? What’s going on? What is the noise about?” “A vampire… A vampire murdered one of our pack members.” She panted, and that made my eyes grow in astonishment.

However, most clans are too traditional to marry off their daughters to strangers. Raven, thankfully, would never do that. Bloodlust is coursing through my veins as I aim my weapon towards three guards standing at the back of the building. My body stiffens, yet my muscles remain relaxed and still, almost like I'm asleep but with my eyes open. My sole boundary is the hazy sky. There is no breeze, no outside noise. Chaos is all that is necessary. I fire, striking the first guard square in the forehead. It's too late when the other two turns to face him while their weapons. I knocked one in the hollow of his neck and the other in the heart.

That's supposed to be your end VERA: I am not as weak as...(Claire removed a blade from the edge of the Cheet blade and aimed it at Vera's chest. Vera looked at the blade and smiled) CLAIRE: (stared wide-eyed at Vera who was still standing. Vera pointed at her then, she fell and died. Claire slumped on the floor and sighed heavily. Her brick hands returned back to normal as she stood up to search for others)

When Vera woke again, she found herself lying on a cold floor, surrounded by darkness and freezing air. She instinctively tried to sit up. The sound of chains clanking came from her ankles. Before Vera could figure out what was happening, the door swung open. Kieran walked in with a middle-aged man. "Elder, Vera didn't do it on purpose. Besides, Wendy's pup is fine now..." The elder, Roland Thorne, clasped his hands behind his back and sneered. "That's only because Wendy is your fated mate!”

The massive crystal chandelier in the center of the bedroom suddenly projected a beam of blue light, creating a large holographic screen in the air. "She was murdered. And you can see for yourselves by whom." "What are you talking about!" Miles roared, his voice cracking. "Silas, how dare you make such an accusation—" "Be quiet and watch!" For the first time, Silas yelled at the Duke, the raw fury in his voice stunning Miles to silence. The hologram flickered to life. The image was shaky, clearly from a hidden camera. The setting was the master bathroom. On the screen, Vivienne, wearing Isolde's silk nightgown, was holding the thumb-sized crystal vial—the Progenitor's Blood.

I drop back to the ground, my body refuses to listen, I'm too weak. He’s coming again. I can feel it before I see him. Then his hand is on me again, dragging me up like I’m nothing more than something he found on the ground. His grip shifts to my neck. My breath catches instantly. His fingers tighten, cutting off air. “Please… Alpha Aiden…” My hands claw weakly at his wrist, my voice breaking apart. “It’s me… Vera… please—don’t…” But his grip only tightens, the world starts to tilt, the edges blur as the air won’t come.