Vera Stanhope Book 12 Novels & Stories

She wiped her tears and started making vegetable soup. "I'm not really unwanted or abandoned." She smiled through unstoppable tears as she worked on the soup. *** Black Bone Pack, Vera arrived in the early morning when the son wasn't even out. She directly went to the pack's woods in search of clues that might lead her to the rogues. 'There’s a sharp smell of urine here. Ugh, it's horrible! But I'll follow it.' Bill said over the link and ran away from the rest of the team. 'Don't try to attack alone. Return with info, okay.' Vera told him on the link as the thudding on his paws resounded in her ears.

The hearth room goes quiet, save for the crackle of the logs and the steady, quiet sound of Sloane’s breathing. I lean my head back against the cold stone, closing my eyes as the exhaustion pulls at my limbs. But behind my closed eyelids, the memory of that shadow in the bushes won't leave me. The scent. The shape. Vera. Why is she here? And how did Night-Bane end up in Sloane’s glass?

He turned to Maya, his broad hands coming up to frame her face, his dark eyes scanning her features for any sign of distress. ​"Did he lay a hand on you?" Julian demanded rasply, his voice thick with protective fury. ​"No," Maya answered firmly, her amber eyes locking onto his with absolute calm and unwavering strength. "He just tried to play a mind game, Vance." ​"Who is he?" ​Maya looked down the dark corridor toward the ballroom, her chin lifting with that sharp, sovereign resolve that defined her spirit. ​"He calls himself Count Henri de St. Germain," Maya revealed softly, her voice cool and steady as steel. "He thinks Shaft 9 holds a secret we missed. He thinks he can come out of the sh

I am Zeiah, I grew up thinking that everybody around me is ordinary and I am like them, but that's what I thought. I remembered everything, from the growl of that notorious creature, the slashing of the swords, and the explosion, all of it was clear. I close my eyes, quivering into the ideas which my mind could only bear. How I wish everything were just a nightmare. I let out a deep breath and found myself in the middle of nowhere.

Peter sounded almost detached. “She is my mate. Nothing else has been on my mind.” I spat back upset at the insult. Veronica POV I sat in the chair with a massive old text on the desk. The book was 6 inches thick closed. I was about halfway through with no luck finding anything referencing fallen angels. Most of the books were written in German from the 1300s. I had a hard time deciphering; Theo was helping with ease. His experience with all the different languages was a talent I was overly jealous of.

Suddenly, the bed behind me creaked loudly. I froze, my eyes snapping back toward the room. Lady Veronica groaned in her sleep, turning her body over, her hand twitching near the silk sheets. I quickly closed the heavy leather ledger. Using my Moon Goddess stealth, I slipped the book inside my dark cloak and stepped backward into the shadows of the window curtain, disappearing completely from view. Veronica blinked her eyes open for a second, looking around the dark, empty room with a confused frown, before closing her eyes and falling back asleep.

ZARA Sleep came like a thief in the night and I hadn’t meant to close my eyes. Vera was still awake, humming that strange old tune by the fire, something so ancient it felt like the forest itself was breathing through her voice. The pot on the hearth bubbled softly, the stew was thick with herbs, and the warm glow of the flames painted the wooden walls with restless shadows. I told myself I would stay awake. I told myself I wouldn’t let my guard down. But exhaustion didn’t ask for permission, it dragged me under. My limbs grew heavy, my chest tight with a pull I couldn’t resist, and before I could fight it, my body betrayed me.

She kept stealing little kisses, and I kept touching her — a hand on her thigh, fingers tracing her spine, just needing the constant contact. “So…” I started, popping a strawberry into her mouth. “What are we telling Natasha when we finally go back?” Veronica laughed, chewing thoughtfully. “That I had ‘very important work’ that required me to stay out all night?” She raised an eyebrow. “She already knows the truth. That woman sees everything.” I smirked. “Good. Let her know I’m not letting you go anytime soon.” She turned in my arms, straddling my lap again, this time just to be close. Her fingers played with the hair at the back of my neck.

Vera knew her luck well enough to understand that peace never stayed long around her. Her gaze slid back to her former best friend—the smug smile still perched comfortably on Didi’s lips, untouched by guilt or shame. There was no remorse there. Not even a flicker. Vera wasn’t just heartbroken. She was livid. Didi strolled closer, slow and deliberate, her eyes raking over Vera with open disdain. She circled her like a predator sizing up prey, nose wrinkling as if Vera smelled offensive. Her fingers reached out, pinching the fabric of Vera’s dress between manicured nails.

The front doors burst open under my hands and I was met immediately by Stephanie, who stepped directly into my path with her arms outstretched. "Dante! Thank god you're back, I was so worried –" "Move," I ordered, trying to step around her. "Wait, please, I need to tell you something important about – " She grabbed my arm, her grip surprisingly strong. "It's about Vera, she's been acting so strange lately and I think –" "Stephanie, I don't have time for this." I pulled my arm free, my wolf snarling beneath my skin at being delayed. "I need to get to Vera."