Vicious Book Series Novels & Stories

As they moved deeper into the night toward a new safe location, the bond between the four of them felt stronger than ever — forged not just in love, but in shared pain and unbreakable will. But far away, Vesperian watched through a scrying orb, a cold smile on his lips. “The wolf is cracking. Soon… the Key will be ours.” As they reached an old abandoned safe house, Serena suddenly clutched her head. A new vision hit her hard — Vesperian had found a way to resurrect more echoes of their past, and the next target was someone they never expected: Damien’s sire, Viktor, fully restored and leading an army.

My fingers brushed along the cracked leather as I ran through the lot, stopping at one in particular. It had a jet-black cover. No title. Just the silver crest pressed into the leather, a wolf enveloped by thirteen daggers. I cautiously pulled the book from its place. A cloud of dust billowed up into the air. The weight of it alone reminded me why De Luca only touched this book when no other option remained. I stared at the black cover for a moment. I hated this book. Hated what it represented. The De Lucas of the previous generation ruled in suspicion. Through fear. Through blood. I would never turn into that.

But there were none to be had. As Caleb stood there, his grief slowly morphed to anger, to a slow, quiet rage. His boy had been killed. He had not died accidentally, but had been deliberately killed, in cold blood. It was the work of an evil vampire coven, one that had set out to destroy Caleb, and had found his boy instead. Caleb wanted revenge. He needed revenge. And he was not alone. His entire coven demanded vengeance, too, as did Aiden’s coven. This was an attack on all of them, and was completely unacceptable. The covens were united.

The dagger in my hand felt alive, its symbols flaring, syncing with her shard, binding us to the Veil’s edge, its heart. The bond with Lucian thrummed, his steady heartbeat anchoring my spiraling dread, our shared defiance a fragile shield against the chaos closing in. The keepers’ visions haunted me: one stays, one guards, one ends, one breaks. The trinity, now four, was ours, and the Abyss was its final test.

Author’s Note: We’ve officially entered the second part of the book—thank you for staying with me on this journey. As the story progresses, the tone becomes darker and explores more difficult themes. While I will continue to include content warnings at the start of each chapter, please be aware that this section contains more intense and potentially violent material. I encourage you to read with care. Content Warning: Mentions of human trafficking. DAMIEN “The rain isn’t letting up, Prez,” Bones says carefully.

He gave up, turning to Vixen instead. Within seconds, I caught the second rogue by his wrist as he tried to grab Vixen. The snap of bones echoed. The scream that followed was cut short when I put him slammed his head on the wall, blood gradually seeping out. I hated people who could'nt learn a lesson. The third rogue whose zipper was still down, went to Vie, grabbing a handful of her hair. Brook was furious and protective at once, but I pushed him back. He dared touched my Vie. This was personal.

I asked him, he thought of it for a second and nodded his head. Diane and I looked at each other. "I know there is something wrong with them, you need to look for those two." He told us. "They are acting strange and don't want to leave that book or even put it down when I try talking to them. Their mind is not focused. And just by looking at that book, I already knew where it came from." "Where?" I can. The only person who can tell us the only thing that can kill Lucinda is the one who wrote that book.

“My family’s life is on the line here. Have you ever had someone you cared for and would want to do anything for them?” Hearing him say that, Kyra remembered the vision she had about her mother’s sister and her family, the Blackburns and just like a rush, she started to remember, just as she had seen it in that vision, how the evil vampires from the other covens killed them until the last one, and then she remembered how her own mother had been burnt alive by these very humans who she learnt that she was to save also. She stopped walking abruptly and Sage who was close behind her, suddenly bumped into her, thereby resulting in him holding her to regain balance, but there was so much that hap

The burn on my scalp makes me scream and pull him closer. My nails dig in again and, as they do, I pull my hands down his back. His hand grasps and pulls harder on my hair. My mind screams. Does pain have an effect on him? He never lets me do anything. My nails dig into his chest. A moan escapes my mouth. My nails drag down his chest, digging deep enough that it draws blood. His body pushes me harder again the wall, his hand pulling my hair faster.

"If you hadn't egged me on, I never would've gone after Finnegan! I never would've... I never would've killed my own brother by mistake!" Their voices grew louder, raw with rage. Then came a crash, and Vincent's voice ripped through the air, "Your whole damn family deserves to die! Finnegan should've died! You three siblings should all rot in hell!" "Don't you dare say that!" Then came the sound of a man's scream. It would appear that Celeste had lost it and started hitting him. I listened to the sound of his ragged breathing, waited for the exact moment when he was on the cusp of death, and walked in.