Vera Stanhope Books In Order Novels & Stories

After they stole the sword, after they stabbed me, as I was dying, he turned me, and saved me once again. But it didn’t turn out like I’d thought. I saw Caleb with his ex-wife, Sera, and I imagined the worst. I was wrong, but it was too late. He fled, far from me, and into danger. On Pollepel island, I recovered, and trained, and made friends—vampires—closer than I’d ever had. Especially Polly. And Blake—so mysterious, so beautiful. He almost stole my heart. But I came to my senses just in time. I learned I was pregnant, and I realized I had to find and save Caleb from the vampire war.

Greeting them at the top of the staircase was yet another exhibit, this one devoted to Elizabeth Paine. Caitlin read aloud: “Hester Prynn, Hawthorne’s most famous character, the woman at the center of The Scarlet Letter, the woman who was persecuted for refusing to reveal the true identity of her child’s father, was, many scholars say, based on a real life Salem resident: Elizabeth Paine. No scholar has ever been able to identify the lineage of Elizabeth’s child, as she refused to reveal to any of the townsfolk who the father really was. Legend has it that he was a mysterious man, come over on a ship from Europe, and that their romance was a forbidden one.

“You know I hate lateness. Or were you hoping to warn your houseguests I was coming?” “I doubt they frighten easily.” Vera turned back to Anya, smile poised but empty. “And this must be… the addition.” Anya extended a hand. “Anya Petrova.” Vera didn’t shake it. Instead, she looked down at Zoe. “And the heiress to the second complication, I presume.” Zoe blinked. “I don’t know what that means.” Vera crouched slightly, maintaining perfect posture even in motion. “It means you’re a very… surprising little girl.”

“She’s nothing but a thief who sought after another’s crown. A parasite preying on a sleeping god.” If I had cared about the packs politics bullshit, they would have tasted my wrath for what they did to her. But my war isn’t with them. My war is with her, the sleeping beauty on my bed. A shark knock suddenly rattles the heavy oak door. I dart my gaze forward, my brow knitting in irritation. “Come in” The door opens and Vera walks in. For the first time in decades, her expressionless face holds a faint, rigid tension. “There’s an issue, Master Vane.”

The skinny girl standing before Summer was one of those who were bullied. Summer glanced at the notebook before her and noticed that the girl was nervous. "These are the main points that I've summarized for the finals. They might help you." After that, she hurried away with her head lowered. Summer thumbed through the notebook and found a name written at the bottom right-hand corner of the first page—Lindsey Verte. She suddenly remembered something when she saw the neat handwriting. On one of the Christmases in her past life, she'd found a note between the pages of her textbook telling her to hurry home. She'd asked her bodyguards to immediately pick her up because of it.

Marcus whispers, “Her name is Vera. She was Elena’s second. After Elena went to prison, she took control of the network.” Vera strides towards the building where Esther stood just moments ago, her men spreading out to check for bodies and look for survivors. “Esther was supposed to deliver the children,” Vera says dispassionately. “Find her.” “Over here,” one of the men calls out, having discovered Esther’s body. Vera walks over to it, observing without any change in her expression. “She was always too sentimental.” She kneels to pick up something from the ground—Esther's photograph of the children. “She was supposed to bring the girl. The leverage.”

He looked at Vera with an expression I could not read. "You know her," I said to him. "I know of her. Vera of the Forgotten Archives. She researches old pack histories. Travels between territories gathering information that others have lost or hidden." He looked at Vera directly. "I thought you were dead. There were reports three years ago that you had been killed by a pack in the eastern territories."

Until I got to the entry of a name. Amelia Verran. The entry was wrong. Too short. Too vague. “Transferred to auxiliary pack under Alpha’s discretion.” No reason. No details, nothing. The Moonblood Records were obsessive in their detail. They recorded quarrels over land, petty disputes, even marriages that lasted mere weeks. Yet Amelia Verran vanished into thin air. There was also the unmistakable scent of Jasmine lingering on it. She had been interested in this very book. I snapped the book shut, the sound echoing through the cavernous shelves. My heart pounded with vicious excitement. Whatever truth was buried here, it was tied to Jasmine. I could feel it in my bones.

“Just go help!” The commotion coming from Vivian’s room echoed through the house, rousting several more of the servants; for which I was grateful. Most were men who followed Radcliff to Vivian’s room, but one of them was Jasmine. “Mistress Esmerelda, are you alright?” she nervously asked as she took one of my trembling hands. I burst into tears as I said in a voice that was just above a whisper. “Jason raped me. Lance doesn’t know and I don’t want him to. It’s bad enough about his mother. Help me clean up quickly, will you?”

she scolded. “He said he was sorry,” Lila grumbled. Cora’s dark eyes flashed with fury at her newly discovered adversary. “You will not last long around here with that attitude,” she snipped. Lila’s eyes went wide, and her mouth fell open as she watched the beautiful woman whose name she yet knew because Jasper failed to provide proper introduction storm from the room. “What is this place? Where are we, really?” she asked in a loud whisper. “What is this about a vampire?”