Vesper Novels & Stories

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

Lewiston explained. “I have a few things that will help with the nausea. There are dissolvable tablets that contain ginger, lemon and vitamin B. There is also tea with the same ingredients, and it also has peppermint in it. I had one of our healers add some powder that you can add to your water. It has all of this in it as well. I also have one of our healers/doctors on her way down to help. While I trust you, Dr. Lewiston, an angel pregnancy and birth are different than wolf.” Eivor told us. “Thank you, grandfather. This is only the second time I have vomited.” she said.

Her hips moved, pressing his cock against my belly and his legs were flexed, balancing the two of us amid the gentle movement of the ocean. “Holy shit, Tezzie,” he moaned against my mouth. "I can't get enough of you!" I spread wet, hungry kisses all over his face, his neck, tasting the salt of the sea warmed by his skin, and he tipped his head back to ease my access. “Look up,” he said. “The moon is watching us. He was right. The sky was dark and here, away from the lights of hotels and shops, the moon and stars were bright. The ocean was like a velvet blanket, breathing softly in

But the whip was only the beginning. Vespera reached for a heavy, black candle that had been burning on her side table. The flame flickered, casting a dancing light on her cold features. She tilted it over them, and the candle wax began to fall. The first drop hit the small of Adonis’s back—a hot, biting shock that made him arch his spine in a desperate, silent plea.

Staring at her Alfred asked ‘how many days will it take us to reach the ice lotus’. ‘According to my estimation about a week’ ivory replied. An hour later everyone had started to sleep while Alfred remained awake. During ivory’s sleep she visited her soul space, looking around, she couldn’t find Anita. ‘Anita’ ivory called out but there was no response, sighing to herself she thought, Anita where are you.

"Standard Wednesday." Slowly, the other Vesperas began to fade. Fantasy Vespera turned transparent. "My realm calls," she said. "Farewell, sisters." Mafia Vespera tipped her hat as she dissolved into sepia smoke. "Keep your noses clean." Cyberpunk Vespera pixelated. "Logging off." Vesper Thorne and Cyra Hale held hands as they faded into white light. "Thanks for the pizza," Vesper winked. And then, they were gone.

POV EMMA BELLE The Vesper groaned as it hovered over the precipice of the Well. Below us, a column of white-violet energy roared upward, a fountain of unrefined Aether that served as the planet's nervous system. Aethelred stood on a platform of translucent glass that floated within the gale of light. His scythe was not made of metal; it was carved from a single shard of Aether-Glass, vibrating with a frequency that threatened to turn our ship into a cloud of atoms.

The Vesper was a ghost of a ship. Tucked away in a decommissioned naval yard in a forgotten corner of New Jersey, the sixty-foot stealth cutter was coated in radar-absorbent polymer that made it look like a jagged shard of obsidian. It was a relic of the era when Julian’s father didn't just want to lead the market, but wanted to survive a nuclear winter.

The peace that once enveloped their homes was shattered as the relentless march of vampires commenced, led by the cunning and malevolent Usopp. Usopp, an imposing figure with sharp features and eyes that glowed with a predatory intensity, stood at the forefront of the nocturnal assault. His charismatic voice, both chilling and alluring, echoed through the tranquil streets now cast in the shadow of darkness. The residents, blissfully ignorant of the impending threat, were soon to become ensnared in a nightmarish tableau. "Behold, my kin!" Usopp's voice carried an air of command that resonated through the quiet corners of Greenhills. "The time has come to assert our dominion over these pitiful

The girls had chosen this spot for its energy—a natural convergence point where the earth’s magic pooled like water. Freda lit the black candles with a whispered word, their flames burning unnaturally blue. Pru scattered a circle of salt mixed with crushed obsidian, the grains glittering like crushed stars. Rita laid out the parchment—yellowed with age, borrowed from Gogo’s private stash—and the silver dagger, its blade etched with runes. "Ready?" Freda asked. Rita nodded. Pru grinned.