Vexana Real Face Novels & Stories

Sylvester is six-foot-five and is very skinny. His square face is bristly and mostly sunken in. His cheek bones pop out from the rest of his face and his bushy white eyebrows make it hard to see his brown eyes. Needless to say the smoothest and only hairless part of him is the top of his head. His skeletal structure makes you wonder when the last time it was that he had anything to eat. Despite his ghastly appearance, he is one of the sweetest guys you’ll ever meet. Through everything that has happened, these are the people who have been there for me the most. They have also respected my privacy, and let me be alone when I needed to. I haven’t been the same since… that night.

Vexa gasped, dropping the wooden knife into the mud. ‎ ‎"Testing her?" Kaelen’s voice was dangerously quiet. "She is scrubbing pots, Vexa. She is not a warrior." ‎ ‎"She attacked me!" Vexa lied, pointing at me. "I was just defending myself." ‎ ‎Kaelen released Vexa with a shove that sent her stumbling back. "Get out of my sight. Before I forget that you are one of my best fighters." ‎ ‎Vexa looked like she wanted to argue, but one look at Kaelen’s glowing eyes silenced her. She glared at me and vaulted out of the pit, disappearing into the crowd.

It was sharp, almost mocking, like he was trying to push the words away. “You are kidding,” he said, shaking his head slowly. “You have to be kidding. You look nothing like the Serena I know. Nothing at all. The Serena I remember was quiet. Shy. She had long hair and always looked down when she spoke. She was… she was the woman who disappeared without a word. You… You are Elena Voss. The businesswoman. The one who turned down every offer I made. You can’t be her. This is some kind of joke. Or are they testing me right now.” he started looking around the place.

The harsh beam stabbed at my eyes and I winced. My attacker was Victor "Vex" Mercer, the president of the Iron Serpents. My stomach dropped straight to hell. Oh, fantastic. I’d just had my tongue down the throat of a fucking Serpent princess! Vex was a very handsome man, irrespective of the scars on his face and the white-brown of his hair. But he was glaring at me with hatred in his eyes. “You’re a Revenant!" He growled into my face. “What the hell are you doing in my territory, huh? Sneaking around? Spying for your boss by kissing my daughter?"

“Who is Spencer?” “I don’t know,” I admitted, my heart aching with frustration. “But he was in my dream... or my memory... I don’t know what’s real anymore.” He studied me for a long moment, then stood up and came over to the bed, his expression softening. “I’m Adrian, by the way,” he said quietly. “I run this shop. I’m a bit of a researcher, historian, I guess you could say.” I managed a faint nod. “Annalise,” I whispered. The name felt right on my tongue, though I wasn’t sure why. “I think my name is Annalise.”

“Would you rather be eating eggs benedict right now? Would you rather allow lower ranked werewolves to be saying nasty things about you?” “Well… No, but… It’s embarrassing,” I replied. “Olivia,” he said, his blue-green eyes suddenly meeting mine, “you shouldn't feel embarrassed. You’re the Luna. Have some dignity for yourself and don’t allow people to walk all over you.” “But she's not completely wrong, Nathan,” I admitted, my voice barely a whisper. “I'm…” I paused, glancing around, then lowered my voice even further. “I’m not a real Luna.”

He even felt sorry for putting her through this but it was the first step towards getting back VilaBeau for her. She nodded her head and then turned to them, she smiled half-heartedly in a way to show she acknowledged their presence but didn't recognize them. Ana, on the other hand, stood rooted to the ground. She looked at Damont and then back at Vinca, wondering if maybe they had planned this, but seeing the dazed look on his face, she realized that he was as surprised as she was. "Vi.....Vinca, you don't remember me?" he asked still looking stunned.

A loud, deep voice echoed from behind. “What is going on here?” Everyone turned. Lena’s breath caught in her chest. Adrian Volkov was walking toward them calm but terrifying. The crowd quickly parted for him. Vanessa instantly switched forms like a snake changing skin. She touched her hair, fixed her dress, and hurried to Adrian with a fake tearful face. “Oh Adrian, thank goodness you are here!” she cried dramatically. “This… girl is causing trouble! She sneaked inside and insulted me! She’s trying to get close to you”

“People of Willow-Crest, Westerville, Mystic Meadow, and the rest of the world. I have finally come out after a few weeks of consoling the parents of the little girl who passed away in the building collapse after the unfortunate turn of events during my meeting with THE UNKNOWN. I am very lucky to have come out alive, and I have that little girl to thank. I also want to thank you all for your support these past few weeks. It's good to finally have your trust back, and I hope to bring peace and harmony from here on. During these past few weeks, I went through a few articles, and it came to my knowledge that there are still a few people who doubt me because it is rumored that the head of the c

Visha said with a small laugh, slowly regarding Reyana. "I am glad I give you purpose. At least, your brain cells have other beautiful things to focus on, other than plotting on how to steal people's spotlights, thou savior of the Blood Crescent pack," Reyana said in a mocking tone, regarding her with disdain. "Sad no one paid attention to you even when you thought you were right?" Visha asked with a scoff. "Are you now accepting the fact that you lied about your awakening?" Reyana asked.