Veritas Supernatural Novels & Stories

She walked into the room to see the man just standing there and staring at the table. “Sir”. He looked up to her and he just stared. “State your business”. Now was the time for her to choose her words carefully. “My friend was possessed by Tresicta” she began. “Pardon?” “Her name is Clara. She’s Savan and Tempan and she took me to the museum and well….she touched a picture and now she's a host for her consciousness. I don’t know”. “This Clara of a Supernatural, you said she’s Tempan?”

“When I was reborn?” “When was I reborn?” His voice was high-pitched and mimicked Verity. He slammed his fist onto the wooden pew. “Of course! When did you come back?” Verity looked around. “When I was twenty. I died after my mate found out I was a bastard. He killed me right as my mother told me about you. So when I came back, I found you first, and rejected my mate.” Garith stared at her. “You played me.” “No…I just thought it was a blessing from the goddess and kept it a secret. You never told me you’d come back before.” She cried, but he silenced her with a hand.

She said “You’re Ferdinand’s daughter?” The mother asked in surprise. “Uh-hu,” Veronica said. “And you were surprised because you didn’t know that I would mess your life?” Veronica asked and she laughed again. “Ei, baby” Her boyfriend called her. “I already found the title of this house,” He said while holding a piece of paper and he gave it to Veronica. “Find the child and let's kill them” Veronica commanded while looking at the paper that she was holding, making sure that she had the right paper that she needed, while her boyfriend followed her without hesitation.

Vera His hand tugged up on his length slow as if he was enjoying it as much as I was. That or he got off on knowing I would watch him. He sighed, and the phone moved, giving me a wider look. I could see his tatted stomach, and I stared as if in a trance as his stomach flexed. His hand slid down his length and my fingers slid down my stomach and between my legs. I slipped my fingers into my wet heat and gasped as I followed his movements. The snarl ended as he started to pick up speed and opened up the chat. His little avatar popped up from the bottom of the screen and I knew he was here in the chat. I pressed the camera button and lowered the phone between my legs. I lifted my leg up and pla

My bare feet sank into the soft carpet as I slowly walked toward him, careful not to make a sound or wake him. Up close, he was even more breathtaking. The top few buttons of his black shirt were undone, revealing the hard, tanned expanse of his collarbone and chest. His lips looked incredibly soft, almost swollen, and his long, dark eyelashes cast shadows on his cheekbones. Is he actually real? I wondered, my mind spinning. Is he a human, or did a god take pity on me and send an angel down to earth? Mesmerized, I slowly raised my hand. I extended my index finger, intending to just lightly touch the bridge of his straight nose to see if he was made of flesh and bone.

He had gotten used to do that when he got assigned to watch over Lara. He walked towards the camp they had been ambushed not long back. He wondered if there is going to be a time like that again. He stopped to observe the graves, the whole lot of the vampires had been dissipated. He walked to Scarlet's grave and lowered himself removing dirty on top. He remembered her smile when she had told him that she was carrying their child. He had spend his time doting on her. Anticipating the feeling if holding a child. It's a pity that the joy was short lived.

“Let’s go check inside. Even if your protegee isn’t here, we can find out where she could be. The kind of vampires operating this place are like your coven witches, they’re the cockroaches of our kind. I want them dead as much as you do.” Coralis unlocked and forced a back door off its hinges, and Veronica beheaded the first vampire she saw with her bare hands. “Can you please tell us if you saw a 10-year-old female around here?” said Sebastian to a vampire coming their way. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” said the vampire, and Veronica beheaded him too. “Remind me to not piss you off,” said Coralis. “I can say the same to you, sis, that’s why we love each other,” said Veronica as

“I- is that why you threw yourself on top of me?” I ask. “When that weird white light thing happened?” “It was a killing curse,” Vera says. “And yes, that’s why I did it,” Jericho adds. “You wouldn’t have survived it.” Vera stares at me, turning her head this way and that. “No, I think she would have. Amalie is no ordinary spirit.” “She’s an Alpha, I know, but she is still a spirit.”

she sighs. “If it makes you feel better, not all beings were created to save lives. Some supernaturals were created orwere the side effect of a curse or were a punishment. Like visums. Visums are the Goddess, Merlos’ way of punishing those who betray others. I think it’s going too far personally.” “You don’t think people should be punished for their sins?” “I think all people should be punished when they do something wrong, so they can learn that actions have consequences. Point is that some people do learn and can become better people, but Merlos doesn’t believe in such a concept. It’s one strike and you’re out with her.”

I wonder what that means. “You can’t do that,” she screams in fury, “That’s not fair! Who the hell are you?” “I’m Levi,” my mate replies, “And you’ve threatened not only my friend, but also my wife. From my perspective, I’m being very fair. I haven’t killed you yet. Now, who the hell are you?” “Fine,” she replies, struggling with her cuffs, “I’m Veronica. I’m who you’re looking for. Hope destroyed my life, and I’m going to destroy hers. It won’t be long now.”