Veronica Lancet Books Novels & Stories

It was integrating Cross Tech’s security. Veronica’s eyes glittered with triumph. “You made me irrelevant, Adrian. Now I’ll make you obsolete.” He took one step closer. “You think you’ve won because you infected my system?” “I don’t need to win,” she said sweetly, “I just need you to lose.” Luna leaned forward, fury breaking through her fear. “You’ll never bury him. Or me.” “Oh, I already did,” Veronica said softly. “You just haven’t stopped breathing yet.”

When they stood in front of the cactus, she paused and turned to him. "It's a pity you're already bethroted to your chosen Luna." Lancelot corked a brow at her, and it seemed to excite her the more, this woman was indeed strange. "But, that shouldn't change anything, because, my daughter here..." She turned back and pulled one of the ladies behind her, to the front. The blue eyed girl peeped at Lancelot, before sending her gaze to the floor. "Veronica would not mind being one of your mistresses. Would you, darling?"

he said. "Now you will finally be back in your kingdom," Galen said to him. "Never forget me, no matter how happy you are there, alright?" Verena whispered words to herself, and suddenly, the cursed book of Lunaria levitated in front of her. It shone brightly as the moonlight approached it. "It's time," she whispered. She couldn't even dare look in Zoren's direction. "Let's try it." Galen watched as Zoren came closer to face Verena face-to-face. He could see her tremble as Zoren patted her head.

I skim through the text, but soon shut the book, deciding to focus on my first task. I set 'Lycan Magic' aside and continue to search for a book on herbs or drugs that would affect lycans. Ten minutes later, I finally spot the small book titled 'Herbalism and Pharmacy for Lycans' tucked into the bottom corner of the shelf. I take it from the shelf and sit down on an armchair nearby. Contained within the scant fifty pages were a little less than one hundred different herbs, or drugs, and how they affect lycans. I slowly thumb my way through the pages. There are herbs for sleep and to cure sickness. There are herbs for pain and even birth control. However, I do not see a single herb that will

“And next time they won’t stop at touching.” Something cold slid down my spine. “I can’t fight,” she admitted softly. “But I can help.” My brows drew together. “You don't have to worry yourself, Veronica.” “No, I can help. There’s no wolfsbane here,” she said quickly. “But I know herbs that mimic its effect.” I froze. “What?” “I learned after the invasion,” she continued, already reaching for a scrap of paper. “Plants that cause nausea, dizziness… muscle weakness.”

“They were out too far…for a reason. “Rodin says. Slowly, Rodin lifts his fingertips from the puddle. The blood drips back into the pool. The blood is thick almost like sludge and smells like rotten meat when it's cooked. Rodin flings the blood on the teal grass which cleans the shine on his armor. Rodin stands and he starts to walk to the tent with the flag. Varick looks over the pile. On his side is a satchel, he reaches in this compartment to pull out a book. The book’s title: “Book of The Blight.” Carefully, he sets his wolf helm down on a clean spot among the forest. The plate head sparks with pink electricity, causing the headpiece to slightly hover along with the grassy blade tips. Va

“Why would you kill Aunt Nancy? Why would you hurt Veronica and Ursula? Why?” “Oh, Veronica wasn’t hurt,” Lena said dismissively. “She only pretended.” Veronica’s lips curled. “I drank the Oil of Black Henbane,” she confessed. “It slowed my pulse and mimicked neural shutdown. A perfect, convincing coma.” Rowan felt the world tilt. “And Ursula?” he whispered. “We intended to kill Ursula,” Veronica replied without flinching. “She wasn’t supposed to survive. I don’t know how she did. The strike was swift. She shouldn’t even remember the shadow that touched her.”

She was probably mad at her mom for letting me stay here with them, but I knew Claudia wouldn’t change her mind, she was pulled in too deep and that is exactly what I needed I kept listening to Veronica argue with her mom and then the argument stopped. I heard footsteps in the corridor, and they stopped in my room. I looked towards the door and saw Veronica standing close to the door frame and glaring at me. “Don’t you dare think I'm buying this whole ‘engaged to my mom’ act” he crossed her arms, her voice sharp with accusation “I know you are here because of her money, and you don't even care about her” “Oh, come on, Veronica,” I said with a teasing smile. “Isn’t that a bit harsh? You don’t

Vanya glanced at her own hands, a cold smile on her lips. Her aura was calm, completely unaffected by Cyrus's aura. A faint, clear scent of her own, out of place in the chaos, emanated from her fingertips. She had thought Melinda had come up with a new tactic, but it was just the same old low-life tricks. Veronica stumbled over. When she saw the spreading pool of blood under Melinda, her pupils widened and then contracted into vertical slits in a mix of extreme anger and anxiety. Her steps faltered as she lost control of her emotions.

“Then I’ll give you exactly what you’re asking for.” A sharp gasp escaped Vera’s lips, but it wasn’t fear—it was anticipation. Her body responded immediately, arching beneath the grip of his hand. Her heart racing, as she glared into his eyes, it had depth in it, she had never seen him this close, his scent she was driven crazy, "I'd kill literally everyone woman in your path__ not enough, in the world, just so I can have you only for myself" She promised inwardly as she felt her vagina quiver at his sensitive touches.