Veronica Mars Novels นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I knew the path we were treading was treacherous, but the pull of desire was overpowering. Without giving myself time to fully comprehend the consequences, I nodded hesitantly. "Alright, just this once." Veronica’s eyes sparkled with a mix of excitement and uncertainty as she disappeared into the fitting room. My mind raced, trying to process the enormity of what we were about to do. Doubts gnawed at me, reminding me of the commitment I had made to Emily. But the undeniable chemistry between Veronica and me had reached its boiling point, threatening to consume us both.

When Ryan mumbled and sat down on the floor, Janet came up behind him and snatched the book from his grasp. Holy Crap! Finn's thesis on the subject of time travel is presented here. Janet was aware of this because she had assisted Finn with some research at the time. Or maybe it was Ethan? Janet furrowed her brows as she turned to the middle of the book. After a few minutes of careful reading, it became clear that this was no longer about time travel. It tells the story of an ancient lycan and his mate, and the journey they took from the 17th century to the 13th century during that time.

Veronica was the first one. Rosa choked as Veronica’s hand tightened around her neck, she almost couldn't breathe. Veronica’s eyes turned pitch-black and she continued to growl at the poor lady. She’s not going to take any chances. Whether this lady has heard her or not, she will kill her. No one should know her plans. Just as Veronica decided to finish Rosa off, one strong arm gripped her arm, the one that’s holding Rosa, and yanked it to the other side. Her hold to the old maid was released.

With that, she’d be able to get it to protect her and then deal with the coven again. Then she could hear the thing. Crashing through the brush up ahead. Panic filled her because that meant she’d not get to it in time, and Veronica picked up her pace, stumbling through the muck and mire. Her hand found a rather spongy spot on a fallen log as she tried to catch herself, as one of her feet slipped out from beneath her. She couldn’t help but cry out in dismay and anger. Now the side of her leg all the way up to her knee was a mess, but she carried on. Then there were flashes ahead and the sounds of snarling. Veronica truly cried now. She was so frustrated and angry at the world. She knew that s

I walk inside and call out, “Hey Maven!” An icy cold voice responds, “You don’t deserve to be Luna.” Before I can move, the dress is snatched from my hands and thrown on the ground. I glare at my attacker, and I’m shocked to see Veronica. I almost forgot that she had existed, she had seemed to disappear from our lives. She holds a glass in her hand, and I gasp in shock as she throws it down on my brand new dress and the red liquid spills all over it. With a sadistic smirk she says, “Whoops.”

She read: The Four Horsemen travel a trail to freedom. They leave common ground, Enter a ring of blood, Meet at the house, And find the ones they loved Beside the fourth tip of the cross. “A trail to freedom,” Caleb repeated aloud, concentrating. “It must be a reference to the freedom trail. It would make perfect sense. Its right in the middle, right between Salem and Martha’s Vineyard. We’re in the center. “And the ‘common ground’ reference…that must be Boston Common, where we are right now. It would also make sense. In the 1600s, where we’re standing, they hung the witches. It is a very important spot, especially for the vampire race.

It was like the documentation of a person's findings on my species. I shook my head and closed the book, wondering why there would be a book like that in a werewolf's cabin, one who hated vampires at that. But then my eyes caught the spine of another book, and another, and another, and then I realized that every book on that shelf was about vampires. I looked back and saw that Marcello was still distracted with Veronica, so I picked up another book. This time, it had me sucking in a sharp breath when I opened it and my eyes widening at the diagrams that I saw.

Her wolf stirred weakly, then whined and curled in on itself under the weight of the drugs. “Easy,” a voice said from the shadows. Amused. Familiar. Haley lifted her head, teeth clenched. “You’re dead.” Veronica stepped into the torchlight, pristine as ever. No blood. No sweat. Her silver eyes glittered. “Not yet,” Veronica said. “And not before you watch.” Rage flared hot and reckless. “If you touched my children—” Veronica laughed softly. “Oh, don’t flatter yourself. They weren’t the prize.” She tilted her head. “You were.”

If anyone found a trace of her body, it would lead to serious trouble. Lycanites blood changed after a day, it turned greenish and slimy. The thought made her shiver, and she bit her lower lip. She looked up at the sky, her eyes flashing with frustration. She was exhausted. There was still no sign from the Moon Goddess, but she did have one main suspect: Snow. The fact that Snow had fought off Red and other Lycanites was insane, no omega should have that kind of power. The year Snow had been found at the border seemed oddly familiar. It matched something Mari had been thinking about, but she couldn’t pinpoint what exactly.

Peter sounded almost detached. “She is my mate. Nothing else has been on my mind.” I spat back upset at the insult. Veronica POV I sat in the chair with a massive old text on the desk. The book was 6 inches thick closed. I was about halfway through with no luck finding anything referencing fallen angels. Most of the books were written in German from the 1300s. I had a hard time deciphering; Theo was helping with ease. His experience with all the different languages was a talent I was overly jealous of.