Vespertine Book Novels & Stories

He opened the lid. The interior of the briefcase was lined in crimson velvet. Inside lay two items. The first was a thick, leather-bound book. The cover was embossed with the silver cog of the Grand Duchess. The second was a small, cylindrical holographic projector. "A book?" Vane muttered, disappointed. "I was expecting a severed head or a bomb. This is terribly anti-climactic." "Vespera doesn't deal in drama. She deals in data," Tristan murmured. He reached out and pressed the activation stud on the holographic projector.

A single pedestal rose from its middle. And resting atop it....... was a book. Everyone froze. The book looked ancient. Older than anything they'd seen before. Its cover was made of black leather. Silver symbols decorated the edges. The same symbols connected to the Gate. The Key. The families. Everything. Seraphina's face lost color. "No." The whisper escaped her lips. Zevarion frowned. "What is it?" The woman stared at the book. "The Founders' Record." Silence. Even Lucien looked shocked.

Harvey sat on one of the sofas and scrolled through his phone until Vespertine lowered it. “She's broken." Harvey looked straight at Vespertine. Vespertine picked up a cigarette and lit it. "Can't make the next bid?” Harvey frowned. “Bid? I just said she's broken by what happened two nights ago.” Vespertine didn't bat an eye. "Caused by herself.” Harvey's jaw clenched, and he defended, “A girl would be shocked when she's suddenly thrust from her comfort into danger; when did vulnerability become a…”

Would that explain why Vestra appeared and told me I was the one who called for her? Gosh! My head is hot right now. I can’t even place a finger on what’s happening. Why? Why was I the only one who could see the content in the book? “Are you sure you can’t see what’s written in this book? Look well, Dante. You’re probably mistaken,” I said. I needed to confirm what he was saying. “I can’t see anything, Camille. You’re probably the one mistaken.”

The girl then brought her face closer, try reading the page of the book. Venus did not really understand, but the scene that was plastered was explaining the situation where Amerta's time finally approached its end. Because she did not want to dirty her hands with dust, Venus used the Air again to close the book. The cover explained that it was only a fiction novel that was inspired by the real circumstances of the downfall of Amerta. The downfall of Amerta. How exaggerated, Venus mind denounced. The girl took turns blowing dust on the two books that had been originally covered with Air Talent. One is titled ENCHANTED and the other is titled WOLVIRE, both appear to be writings from someone n

She set her bag down and went to make herself a drink. Across the city, Vespera's apartment was quiet and warm. She was at her desk in her nightgown, a face mask drying to its second stage with a loose hair. The desk lamp was on. Everything else was off. She was holding the USB drive in her hand and was about to plug it in. She only hesitated because she wanted to be ready before she started. Then she plugged it in. The folder structure was simple. She opened the main directory and found what she expected, document files, dozens of them, named by date.

Dee’s eyes went wide with disbelief. “That book is a myth,” Linette said. “It doesn’t exist.” “It does,” I replied. “Covered in spikes, bloody writing, and glittering with gold and black.” Linette’s lashes fluttered. “No… that book was destroyed,” she whispered. “What is it? Some kind of forbidden text or magic?” I asked. “It’s the Book of Fate,” Linette breathed. “Said to have been destroyed centuries ago. How did you touch it?” “It… appeared in my room,” I confessed, my voice shaking.

And all of them let out a shriek when they saw Vasil surrounded by a cloud of dull shadows. “Her shadows are thinning. Just find a way to destroy that damn book” Vasil cried and I looked around, wondering what could do that. For now, I just held it close to my chest and dashed to the potions section where I knew some very potent herbs were stored. I simply opened a few labeled with a skull and poured it down on the book. The book rattled and sizzled and I cried, “It is working” Jasper and Nymeria came running to me while Xenos was leaning on the wall for support. He seemed too bleak and his breathing was labored.

VALERIA. The air in the grand basalt chamber tasted like dust and old parchment. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Vespera lounging against the back wall. She wasn't even trying to mask her predatory gaze anymore. She stood with her arms crossed tightly over her dark leather corset, her steel-gray eyes glowing with sick, eager anticipation. I could practically read her mind. She was literally counting down the seconds, waiting for the highly illegal aphrodisiac to melt my brain.

A hand reached past my shoulder and pulled the book free. I caught a scent before I saw a face — something clean and cool, like mint and pressed linen. I knew that smell. Vesper stood behind me. White button-down, sleeves folded to the elbow. The book rested in his palm, and his smile was the same one I'd spent three years memorizing from across classrooms. "Molière?" He read the cover. "I didn't know you were interested in French neoclassical comedy." My face went warm. "It's for the group project."