Vera Stanhope Book 12 Novels & Stories

Vera’s jaw dropped, then she barked a laugh that would’ve gotten us written up for HR violations if we had an HR. “Wait, Lydia Sykes? The stalker with the chin mole and the invisible eyebrows?” I nodded, shoving half the bar in my mouth. “She’s got a hell of a grip, apparently.” Vera fanned herself, then started blowing air up her skirt, hands fluttering between her thighs like she was trying to waft out a fire. “Jesus, it’s like a goddamn oven down there.” “You’ll need ice, not air,” I observed, popping the rest of the bar into my mouth. “Unless your wolf man’s running hotter than usual.”

i just stood there watching her till i couldn't get a glimpse of her again. mauriel pov Alot of things to be done today i said to myself as , it was time to keep the ball rolling, i left Heedah in the house, i wonder what she has been up to this day's she just doesn't buy the idea of following me out so i went alone. i stepped out the day wandering About till i stumbled in a shop full of books,the care keeper advised me to get a journal in which i did so i could always keep memories of events or things without forgetting them,i also got some other things i will be needing,"hi... am Veronica ,i have never seen you around here before are you new? she asked "yes i am i was actually getting book

She felt as if she were outside of herself, looking down, and she became more and more confused. She read. And read. And read. Finally, it hit her like a lightning bolt: this book, it was hers. Her journal. The journal of a teenage girl. A story of coming of age. Of going back in time. Of falling in love with a man named Caleb. Of having a daughter named Scarlet. Of becoming a vampire. She wondered if she were losing her mind. Was this some sort of practical joke? Some sort of fantasy she’d had as a young girl? What was it doing here? How did her grandmother have it? And why was she only drawn to open it now, at this time?

“You know how I’ll add layers of lies to the truth just to get Father to punish you, don’t test me like years ago, Thane.” Thane stopped, glaring at his sister. “Okay, okay. You win.” He said, turning away, as if to leave the room but in the blink of an eye, he was before me. He roughly forced the book from behind me and stared at it. “My baby and me, steps to become a perfect mother.” He whispered the title, his brows furrowing. “Who does this belong to?” Veronica rushed over and snatched the book from him. “Bastard. It doesn’t concern you and if you must know, it belongs to me.”

Their boots were caked in swamp mud, weapons slung low. At the center strode a tall woman with cropped black hair and piercing silver eyes. Her coat hung tattered from her frame, streaked with blood and moss, but her stride never faltered. Thomas straightened from the porch railing, relief easing his face. “Celine. Report.” She inclined her head, her voice calm despite the faint tremor of exhaustion. “Vera’s holed up at the old sugar mill. She’s built up her numbers—two hundred strong. Witches, militia, feral vampires. The place is warded heavily with bone magic and blood glyphs. She’s preparing for war.”

Hastily, she turned the book back to the front and clarified the author she just read and it was truly the same author that created the book ‘In the Gods Own Hands,’ the book she got from her birthday. And now, thinking about it, everything seemed clearer. “He gave me the book!” she said in realization. A scowl painted her face. She placed the book back on the table with a heavy force and tightly clenched her fist as another awareness dawned on her, “Damn you for toying with me again.” Oddly enough, a strong gush of wind opened the pages of the book on its own and the page stopped to where it showed a picture of the emerald necklace that used to be the Vhillana heirloom.

Then I push it open. Silence greets me, and if I didn't know who I was looking for, anyone could have easily mistaken the room for being empty. Vera is sitting alone at the large oak desk, her small legs dangling from the chair. A notebook lies open in front of her, nearly every page filled with neat, careful handwriting. She doesn't look up. She simply keeps writing. I watch her for a few seconds from the doorway, trying to imagine her doing something as cruel as pushing Cora down the stairs. But no matter how hard I try to make that image seem believable, my heart refuses to accept it.

Vera wouldn't stop until she had my heart, my head, or whatever it was that she wanted. Celeste didn't give up, however. She stood in front of me, her fists clenched, and tried to fight off the Veras. But they were too many, and she was outnumbered As the Veras closed in on us, Celeste remained tense, her eyes darting around as she assessed the situation. She knew that we were in trouble, but she didn't give up. Instead, she told me to stay behind her at all times, as she stood protectively in front of me.

They were all screaming Elspeth's name. Silently I stood up from where she attacked me. She has no knowledge that I blocked her attack. I sighed and removed the waterfall braids onto my hair before I break their fun. "Silence!" I screamed loud, and with one word, what I wanted was then granted. Pure silence covered the place as I ascend, glowing because of my aura. I held my head high and turned my gaze to the demons around me. With a glare, one by one they went down onto their knees. "I am Veronica Vane. I am your one and only true Queen and Herald. No impostor can bring me down to the ground."

Her ranting helped her ignore the horror until she’d run out of things to blame on the coven. Chris and Brian both took down her golem. Veronica was so horrified by their actions that she’d failed to take action against them. All she needed was her bag of her workings in it. There’d been no time to search for it. Now it was lost to her, and she wanted to cry again over this. That spellbook was left for her out in those woods. She’d taken so much time to retrieve it safely. When she’d opened it, Veronica knew from the first page it was a spellbook that fit her perfectly and she’d be able to do everything she wished. Her abilities and powers would know no limit. They’d grow organically, and sh