Vespertine Book Novels & Stories

Once he is gone, Elthezar closes the door and turns to the book. “What is this?” he whispers. Flipping through the pages, he reads through some of the passages and frowns. “Honey…sprouts…” he scoffs. “This is all nonsense!” He skims through more lines which sound ridiculous to him. “Blood of man is purified when his inner self is calmed with the herbal essence of hyacinths. It soothes the-” Why is Eduard Visserion so interested in this? He wonders. If Mikhael Vadimovna wrote a book which was never published, then there must be some mystery behind it. What was that man hiding? “Let us uncover your secret, Eduard,” he mutters and starts to work on it.

“What are you looking for, my love?” “The records concerning the Ralta.” Seraphine pulled out a narrow book covered in dust. “This is it,” she said as she walked to the huge table in the middle of the library and took a seat. Maelva followed behind and sat beside her. The cover of the book carried an ancient symbol of a crescent moon surrounded by silver veins. Seraphine slowly opened the book and turned the first page. The writing was faded but still readable. She translated the ancient words aloud.

Right as the orgasm started crashing over me, Sebastian suddenly turned both vibrators off at the same time. The sudden stop left me empty, throbbing, and desperate. My pussy pulsed wildly, begging for release, while my ass still felt the ghost of the vibrations. I let out a loud, frustrated sob, my body trembling uncontrollably beneath him. “Not yet, baby,” he whispered, kissing my tear-streaked cheeks and gently licking my sore nipples. “We’re just getting started.”

The apartment provided to Jasper was located in the far side of the vampire’s castle. The awe that he felt as the limousine drove high above the clouds up the winding mountainous road toward the enormous stone structure that looked as if it was floating in the sky still lingered. Had he not been so angry with his recently acquired benefactor, he might have been better able to appreciate the awesomeness of his new home and situation. As it was, he was having difficulty moving past what had happened to his assistant during their drive home.

The spreader bar is removed and my legs are lifted up, resting against someone’s chest while his cock pushes against my sex. Moaning, I try pushing down on it, unable to. My hands are once again bound. His hips thrust hard and quick, not stopping at all, his hands holding my hips in place. Moaning, I feel the orgasm, my body right on the edge. If I say ‘yellow’, it will all slow down and I don’t want that.

Jasmine gave a headshake. "Not really, I just noticed that my mom has a copy of this book too." Vesta paused and grinned when she heard this. The covers of the basic and advanced editions of this book were identical. Vesta's was the advanced edition; even throughout her PhD, it was uncommon to go deep into the material. Leah was aware of the various editions because she often visited the Hawkins household. She figured Charlene had the novice edition when she heard Jasmine. Thorne and Granger were there, so she refrained from laughing. Granger understood.

Peaceful. Vespera Hale walked along the mahogany shelves, trailing her fingers over the spines of the books. Philosophy. Strategy. History. She stopped. On a shelf at eye level, nestled between The Art of War and a first edition of The Count of Monte Cristo, was a book she didn't recognize. It had no dust jacket. The binding was matte black, textured like volcanic rock. The lettering on the spine was silver, sharp and angular. SAVAGE REBORN.

The scent of warm bread and honeyed root filled the air, and he brought it to me on a wooden tray. “You’re not hunting today?” I asked, surprised. He shook his head with a soft smile. “Not leaving your side.” I smiled gratefully and took a bite, but before I could even swallow, a strange humming filled the air, a low vibration, faint but growing. My gaze shifted across the room until it landed on the Living Book. It was trembling, glowing slightly along its spine, as if stirred by something beyond our realm. Zevarion and I exchanged a glance. My pulse quickened. I reached out slowly, hesitating before my fingers touched the cover. The moment I opened it, ink poured across the page like spill

“You’re probably right. Thanks for being rational.” “I was hoping you’d come up with a rescue solution through magic,” Jasper said with a distraught tone as he sat on a nearby stoop. I’ve had to stop working on a way to enhance the wolf traits in order to focus on subduing the zombie venom in me. Now, the full moon is upon us and we’re not ready.” Ben studied Jasper for what seemed to the scientist like an excruciatingly long time before saying, “Have you thought of the possibility that the zombie venom might be a perk and not a detriment? After all, isn’t it the mixture of the three that made you what you are now?”