Veronica Lancet Books Novels & Stories

Albert screams but his screams die down when she snaps his neck. I glance at Lambert. He gives me a wild look before shifting himself and running straight for the window. He runs through it, breaking the glass, and then he begins howling louder than I’ve ever heard any wolf howl before. Veronica and I are alone in the room. Oddly enough, although I’ve just seen her kill a man who was our best friend for years, I don’t fear her. My hatred has only increased. “You’ve lost your mind, Veronica,” I tell her. “You don’t deserve to live.”

The gentle rustling of pages marked the passage of time, a rhythmic journey that mirrored the ebb and flow of emotions within her. In the quietude of her room, Veronica discovered that literature had the power to heal. The interplay of words, the magic woven into sentences, and the transformative nature of storytelling provided a sanctuary where she could momentarily escape the complexities of her reality. With each chapter, she took a step closer to a realm of understanding, both within the pages of the book and in the tapestry of her own life.

On close scrutiny, she realized an odd coincidence. Why was the symbol on the book the same as the tattoo on Ivan's back? Questions filled her head, bringing with them an eagerness to find answers. Inching closer to the table, she reached out her hand to pick the book up. But before she could touch it … "Didn't I warn you against stepping foot in this room?" _ A day was not enough to cry out. Only enough to find a moment's peace. Veronica's eyes bulged out, red and swollen from crying for a long time.

Everything was beginning to make sense bit by bit, I was putting two and two together. But did the books lie? How exactly did the Lycans achieve the victory they've always been so proud of? How did they get to the point of being at the Pinnacle?” Something about this entire event doesn't sit right with me and something is telling me that if that witch could figure out I wasn't the actual person, someone else can. Today was day 2 since my arrival, and I'm yet to find even a glimpse of Valyne. Just as I made my way back to what seemed like where we had camped, I noticed a long line of men, women and children in chains as they were being led somewhere.

Gabriel already had his hand resting on the handle of his axe. "What is the meaning of this, Lady Veronica?" Lucien demanded, his silver eyes narrowing into a cold, royal glare. "This is a military camp. You have no right to enter with armed men." Lady Veronica let out a sharp, mocking laugh. She did not look at Lucien. Instead, her cold eyes landed directly on me. "I do not need your permission, Lycan prince," Veronica said, her voice dripping with poison. "I came here to speak to this foolish girl. The one you call your 'Battle Luna.'"

Only a single candle flickering inside a crystal hurricane lamp, two glasses of vintage Pinot Noir, and the quiet, low hum of the rain pressing against the arched leaded-glass windows. Across from me sat Veronica. She was wearing a dark midnight-blue silk dress that draped elegantly over her shoulders, completely concealing the faint shadow of her healing injury. Her silver-rimmed spectacles sat delicately on the bridge of her nose, reflecting the soft candlelight as she scanned an encrypted dossier resting beside her wine glass. Her dark hair was swept up into a sleek chignon, exposing the long, slender line of her neck. She looked entirely lethal. She looked devastatingly beautiful.

He stood tall, shoulders shaking as he whispered: “That’s my girl…” “Oh Moon, look at my baby sister!” Sienna cried so loudly beside me, I felt embarrassed. When Xavier gently cupped my cheek, the packs erupted. Howls shook the hall. Wolves stamped their feet. Our fingers intertwined, and the Lycan King poured silver water over them. The liquid ignited into white flame. Suddenly, Gina gasped and stumbled, clutching her chest. A hush swept the courtyard. “Gina?” I panicked, stepping toward her.

Their enemies were gaining an upper hand and Dominick found two dark witches standing far from the battlefield attacking the Lycans. Dominick cursed as he changed course trying to get closer to the witches so he could finish them. ------ Alexa wandered in the darkness following the thin thread that took her close to Lucian. “Lucian,” she called again. “Gardenia?” Someone whispered to her almost making her jump. Turning around, she came face to face with her one and only Lucian, or more like his soul, which was shimmering pure white unlike hers that was pitch black. His soul embraced her, his nose buried to her neck.

I will drag her down with me, and I will never do that. “Lorcan, I am giving you permission to drink my blood.” Verena’s soft touch on my cheek brings me out of the chaos in my mind. “I am fine with it.” She glances at the ugly gash on my palm. “You need to heal that too.” “Verena!” My hands shoot out to grab his elbows tightly. “Do you know what you are asking for? You are unleashing a monster. You are dangling a piece of meat in front of a dog, expecting it not to lose its control.”

Caitlin flew through the night sky, racing for all she was worth. In one hand, she clutched the three keys, feeling her father's presence with her strongly. In the other, she clutched the vial holding Violet's blood, feeling the energy pulsing through it, praying, hoping beyond hope that this small vial of blood could save Caleb's life. And praying that then, somehow, they could figure out how to save Scarlet’s life, too.