Vera Monster Prom Novels & Stories

With that, she’d be able to get it to protect her and then deal with the coven again. Then she could hear the thing. Crashing through the brush up ahead. Panic filled her because that meant she’d not get to it in time, and Veronica picked up her pace, stumbling through the muck and mire. Her hand found a rather spongy spot on a fallen log as she tried to catch herself, as one of her feet slipped out from beneath her. She couldn’t help but cry out in dismay and anger. Now the side of her leg all the way up to her knee was a mess, but she carried on. Then there were flashes ahead and the sounds of snarling. Veronica truly cried now. She was so frustrated and angry at the world. She knew that s

They were waiting. A voice drifted from the back of the room, sweet and laced with a deadly, delusional arrogance. "Look who finally decided to come home." Veronica stepped out from behind the altar, bathed in the red moonlight. She was wearing a white gown, pristine against the dark magic of the room. She held a silver remote in her hand like a toy. "You're late, Nash," she smiled, tilting her head. "The party is just beginning." She raised the remote.

“Do not allow yourselves to be fooled by what you see.” He pointed at me. “The woman standing before you is Calista, the daughter of Elder Homer. And she is a criminal.” The room stayed silent. Nobody cheered, agreed or even moved. Magnus was standing beside me and that was all the protection I needed. Jake cleared his throat, clearly uncomfortable that he was not receiving the reaction he expected. “Earlier today, this shiftless woman broke into my private room,” he continued. “When I realized she was not capable of becoming the future Luna of this pack, I made the difficult decision any responsible leader would make.”

He wiped his hand across his mouth in pure disgust. Bailey shrank back in her seat. Her heart pounded violently against her ribs. The scent of pine and mint was overwhelming now. It made her stomach clench with a terrifying realization. The Moon Goddess was going to pair her with the monster who made her life a living hell. But she hoped all of this wasn't true, perhaps it was just her hormones changing. "I said look away from me, Omega," Hudson roared. The Alpha command in his voice forced Bailey to drop her chin instantly.

Yet the guy had always never given her face. Tsk…poor thing. “You seem to be so interested. Why don't you ask Malfoy to go with you to the banquet?” Lena said beside me, and I couldn't help but stifle the chuckle that almost escaped my lips when I saw Livia's face. “You–even if you can attend the banquet due to your family, can you say the same for the ugly duckling? I'll eat dust if she attends,” Livia fumed, and I only shrugged my shoulders. Perhaps she'll indeed eat dust.

Vera, who had been sent by Caroline to call Britney over, pushes the door open, and the first thing she sees is the deep bite mark on her princess's neck, and so, worried, she runs over, kneeling in front of Britney. “Princess, what happened to you?” She inquires, scanning the gaping wounds, but Vera's eyes widen when she sees the wound healing. “Princess Britney, do you have your wolf? But you're only eighteen,” Vera asks curiously, observing Britney's healing. She looks up to see Britney's face when she doesn't answer her, only for her countenance to turn pale when Britney's canines elongate into fangs, her eyes turning red, with dark veins bulging under her eyes.

There were men and women, voices filled with anxiety and fear. Someone reached out to touch me. It wasn't Kael. It was a softer, warmer touch, checking my eyelids, my pulse. "The Luna is in shock, her heart rate is dropping rapidly!" "We need to stabilize her spirit immediately." "Quick, get the moonstone elixir!" "No! Her wolf is going dormant!" What happened? Were they talking about me? Is my wolf, Selene, dying? I didn't know. I only felt my eyelids getting heavier, so incredibly sleepy.

The sub-basement of Vane Biotics was a tomb of glass and pressurized air. I stood in the center of the "Sequence 5" nursery, the silver locket clutched in my palm so tightly the metal was beginning to bite into my skin. Outside the acrylic walls, the dark water of the Atlantic churned, a silent witness to the monsters Victor Vane had created. "Intruder Alert. Biometric purge in forty-five seconds," the AI’s voice echoed, cold and rhythmic, through the white corridor.

"Whatever you need, Miss." I rattled off the address for Sol's mansion before he got into the car. Just as I was about to enter, my arm was snatched from behind me, and I was turned around. I came face to face with someone I did not expect to see. "Francis," I breathed out as I stared at the officer of the Vampire Hunter Organization. "Mia Rivera, so you remember me, that makes two of us." His words were harsh as he leered down at me. "I've been doing a lot of research on you lately, Miss Rivera, and your connection to Sol Montgomery."