Virche Evermore 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.

His eyes flicked toward mine, and I quickly looked away before he could catch me staring. *Aw, a lover’s game of eye contact. Just give in already!* Akira cooed. *Not now, Akira. We're in the middle of something here.* I silenced her and focused my attention back on Calum. Calum continued to speak, outlining the journey in more detail. “Our route will take us through Virethorn Glade. It's a dense and tangled place, thick with mist. Few packs venture there because of the dangerous terrain, rumors of spirits, and the wild creatures that call it home. But it provides excellent cover to bypass the Eldrath pack, which is why we will be taking that path.”

FROSTBOUND: A JACK FROST EROTICA RETELLING BOOK 3 Intro; Eirlys Virelle has lived her entire life untouched by warmth not just in body but in existence. All her life she’s always been the unnoticed nerdy girl, now tucked away in a quiet town as a reclusive bookstore owner where nothing ever happens and no one ever really stays or cares. She’s convinced she’ll die alone, living a lonely life with just her and her cat!

But deep inside her, she had a little naughtiness she used to keep away. Her friends used to tell her that a psychic predicted that the end of the world is coming so near, and they will take the virgin ones as their offerings to survive. She is quite annoyed every time they were talking about it. She is out of place then. She might be inexperienced with it but eventually, she is not that naive about it. She knew about it and how it happens. She used to read this part from the intimate parts of the novels she is reading under the Ebooks. It made her dream of a man to whom she will give her virginity as her gift. She doesn't want to listen to her friends give it away to random men to experienc

The golden archives of her mother’s legacy were being bleached white, replaced by a cold, violet script that felt like ice in her veins. “The Silence was a tomb, Roheemah,” a voice whispered directly into her auditory cortex; a chilling blend of her son’s innocence and a machine’s cold logic. “The ghost was freezing in the dark. She just needed to borrow your warmth.” The ground beneath Maya’s boots didn't just crack; it surged. A column of reanimated ash erupted from the earth, hoisting her toward the crumbling stone arches of the village gate. Below her, the villagers scrambled for safety, but the violet mist was an apex predator. It didn't kill; it "indexed." It wrapped around limbs like

"The Architect sought to build a cage of gold and steel. But I have found the thread that binds the soul. It is not logic that governs the world, Jinyan. It is Rhythm." Vira—or the entity that had once been Vira—emerged from the smoking rubble of the fallen building. She should have been crushed by the ton-weight support beam, but she walked with the light, effortless step of someone who had shed the burden of mortality. Her white coat was shredded, revealing skin that was now entirely mapped by the black "Aconite" network.

The city trembled beneath Nora’s feet, though not in the way of ordinary earthquakes. The ground shifted subtly, as if alive, veins of energy pulsing faintly beneath the cracked streets. The night sky above Viremont glowed with unnatural streaks of gold and violet, the remnants of the Heir’s magic mingling with something older, something that had been buried long before anyone remembered.

I noticed a small couch in a corner and took a seat on it. "Do you always watch me every night?" She suddenly asked me breaking the silence. "Since you got attacked," I confirmed and she nodded. "You're quite calm for someone who just learned that completely fictional characters actually exist," I pointed out. I've noticed ever since I told her that I was a vampire she kept a calm expression as if she's been told the exact same thing her whole life. "I really don't know either. I just feel this weird sense of belonging." That's probably the effect of the sacred book on her. She's the chosen one so she'd naturally feel attached to our species without even knowing.

Still, her defiance wasn’t the only thing gnawing at me tonight. The news I’d received earlier. My men had finally located the production sites for Veyla Dust, a new strain deadlier than wolfsbane, engineered specifically to paralyze our kind. Unlike wolfsbane, it wasn’t useless against the Everbloods. The Veyla Dust however, every single one of us, Cursed, Ever and even the Pureblood. A goddamn weapon mass-produced for war.

Sarah admired him from behind as he sprinted to his car. Once there, he leaned in the window and reached for his phone. She placed her sandwich down on its wrapper and slapped her hand on her forehead, leaving it there for a second. She shook her head. I'm a virgin. Good God, it's only their first date. They're at a park in broad daylight. Did she really think he was gonna jump her bones? Was there no end to her idiocy? Angel walked back, still on the phone. He hung up before he got close enough for her to hear him. He sat down next to her again and picked up his sandwich.