Vera Stanhope Books Novels & Stories

“But we need to keep an open mind.” “I’m not refuting your theory on some baseless opinion,” Veronica clarified. She walked over to where she had set her personal bag near one of the desks. She rummage through and removed what looked to be photocopies. From a distance, it appeared to be some kind of list. She handed it to Julian. “What’s this?” he asked. “I’ve already begun researching, before you asked me to,” Veronica explained. “I found a book filled with old immigration reports in the library. If you look here…” She pointed to a spot on the page. “This shows that the princess was alive when she entered the country.”

Vera snickered bitterly, gathering her bearings as she straightened herself up and faced me. I was too focused on her face to see what was coming. She raised her hand and suddenlyhuge, blue flames burst from her hand before I saw her aim her fire towards me. Zane was quick to react as he conjured a shield, or some kind of barrier just when the fire was an inch away from my face. She threw it so fast I would not have been able to avoid it if it weren’t for Zane. Vera fumed as she screamed out her frustration, finding a way to get past Zane’s barrier although it obviously seemed pointless.

AUTHORESS P.O.V Paris Stanley came down from his car and dial Vera number. "Hey baby I'm outside your apartment" Stanley said with a smile. "Are you for real?" Vera replied and rushed out immediately. She end the call immediately she saw Stanley and walk up to him "Hey, you didn't tell me you're coming," Vera said with a smile. "Just trying to surprise you, don't you like it?" Stanley replied. "Why won't I? I love it, come inside please" Vera replied, and Stanley smiled before going inside with her.

He picked it up, eyes scanning the pages under the moonlight. The words hit him hard: “The detective slammed me against the bookshelf, his thick fingers plunging into my dripping cunt while his other hand choked my throat…” A soft voice came from behind him. “Still breaking the rules after all these years, Kane?” Kane spun around. Vera stood in the doorway wearing nothing but a thin black silk robe, she lit a cigarette with steady hands, the flame lighting up her piercing green eyes. “You…” Kane narrowed his eyes. Something about her felt familiar, but the memory stayed just out of reach.

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."

Blood seeped out and covered the wound in red. “Ah...” Vero winced in pain, then she wiped the blood on her clothes. As She was doing that, she heard footsteps behind her. Vero glared, then looked back quickly. No one. Her brow furrowed, and he squinted, looking down at the dimly lit part of the library. She was absolutely sure of what she heard. There is someone here with her. “Hello?” Vero slowly stood up and grabbed a thick book with her. She held the book in both hands and placed it in front of her body, using it as a shield.

They read aloud by the fireplace: fairy tales, poetry, the illustrated encyclopedia Mara had claimed as her favorite. One snowy evening in December, after the children were asleep, Veronica found Ethan in his study staring at his laptop screen. The light cast blue shadows across his face. “What is it?” she asked. He turned the screen toward her. An email from an unfamiliar address. Subject line: *For Your Consideration.* The message was brief. *Attached is an unpublished manuscript excerpt. Thought you might find it interesting. Best wishes.* The attachment was a P*F titled “The Cost of Secrets – Chapter One.”

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.”

The lamps above the reading areas gave a warm glow, but they felt too fancy for me. Upstairs, there was a series of upper levels that seemed to contain even more books in dizzying spirals that hurt to look at. Some books were locked behind glass and every step I took echoed. The few windows there were colourful stained glass windows in arches that somehow worked and added to the beauty of the library. I hoped I could find some useful information here. A smiling middle-aged wolf that radiated knowledgeability and infinite patience bowed to me. "I am Veronica. How can I help you, Princess?"

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.”