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.

They called her weak, poor, useless, hence all her boyfriends ended up in one bed - her sisters. She even ended up planning her best friend's wedding and the groom turned out to be her boyfriend. Why did everyone prefer the women around her but never her? Until he came along, tall, red eyes with lines drawn across them, his sister's fiance and husband to be, a forbidden affair. But the affection he is meant to have for her sister seems to be with her and she still has to find the father of her kids, she can't be stuck raising two kids alone. But when she thinks she has seen it all, trouble comes knocking, suddenly she's no longer the same person she once knew, she had powers a

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.'"

"Do they require my signature, or are you too busy watching the new asset perform?" Veronica didn't lower her head. She slowly raised her gold-tipped fingers, casually adjusting the high neck of her charcoal dress. She looked at Christopher, then her gaze drifted down to Lily’s frantic, disheveled frame, and finally to me, standing there with my pants unbuckled like a pathetic captive to my own instincts. She didn't execute a threat. She didn't mention the Cayman accounts.

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.

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Meira suggested, her voice shy. “Take us back to the Lycan’s castle, my love.” Lucian’s voice floated through her mind. Alexa nodded with a smile as everyone held their hands together and she transported them to the Lycan’s castle. ------ Dominick watched as the injured Lycans collected the bodies of the fallen. They won the war. They had lost twenty Lycans from their side and most were injured. The healing chambers were flooded with injured men while the women busied themselves with helping the healer. While a few busied themselves in powdering the herbal ingredients, the other women cleaned the wounds and applied the herbal mix.

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.