Virche Evermore นิยาย & เรื่องราว

That refrain of something eldritch slithering just out of reach of flesh and flame. "She might have left something behind," Vera confessed. "A vessel. A shadow. Some tether." "She didn't die," Rhovan said matter-of-factly. "She disappeared." The two stood in silence again, listening to the gentle wind bringing the soft songs of rebuilding below. Children's laughter echoed far away. Hammers rang against wood. Life was attempting to come back. But Vera folded her arms tightly. "Emereah thinks it's finished." Rhovan let out a dry, short laugh. "Emereah wants it to be done. So do we all. But that sort of evil doesn't die cleanly. It waits. It adjusts. It takes on a new form."

I don’t mean shattered. I mean it exploded outwards, the room flaring with light and smoke and howling magic. I was thrown backward. Jasmine hit the floor, and Damion- Damien grabbed my wrist before I slammed into the dresser, pulling me up. Through the mist she stepped. Vira. Not as a vision. As a woman, black cloaked, flames within her eyes and rune scars etched into both her arms. She had Jasmine’s face, but older and harder. “Hello, sister,” she said. She spoke in a voice that made the walls bleed frost. Jasmine didn’t move. She couldn’t. Vira pointed to herself with one hand.

When I got close I knocked hard on the thick and completely dark glass, it hurt my wrist. When the window slowly lowered, all my strength and desire to curse and fight fell to the ground. There was a man inside, perfect blue eyes, night-black hair and stubble. He looked twice my age and had a scar near his eyebrow. Immediately when I laid eyes on him, I felt something inexplicable, I couldn't put it into words, I had never felt it before.

“Aelys, now!” I grasp the relic, its starlight burning, my hymn rising, “Veil, guide!” The archive pulses, the wraiths faltering, their hymns fading. Kalia’s orb glows, her vision clear, her voice trembling. “Aelys, the Herald’s on a world called Vyrn—it’s tearing rifts!” The relic’s hymn stabilizes my heart, Lena’s spark burning, but my strength wanes, my mortality a weight. I meet Kalia’s gaze, her courage a spark, and nod. “We go to Vyrn.”

Whatever the truth is, I just want an escape from this mess. For some odd reason, ever since my return to Montana, strange urges have been overwhelming me. Urges like running, hunting and smelling things. It feels like something within me is awakening, almost like another dimension of myself is emerging. The feeling intensifies day by day, until tonight when my entire body shakes with anger, terror and other emotions which are hard to explain. Whatever this force inside me is, I cannot fathom what it wants.

"She's a ghost. And you dragged a ghost into our house." The table was quiet. Felt the weight of it. Five pairs of eyes doing math. Varek's hands tightened on the back of the chair. The leather creaked. "She's my wife," Varek said. "My blood covers her. That's all this table needs." "Is it?" Syris smiled again. "Because what I hear from Sector Four is that you bought a girl to cover a debt. That she's not a wife. She's a prop." He looked at me. "No offense."

Riley shivers. "Answer my question," I say simply. He coughs. "There is no one else," "You'd better reach for your gun." "Pardon?" "You are going to die now. I assume you prefer to die fighting.," "Miss Perne--" "I am five thousand years old." He blinks. "What?" I give him my full, uncloaked gaze, which I have used in the past--alone--to kill. "I am a vampire," I say softly. "And you have pissed me off."

Madeline's form that awash the canvas scarlet and beside that Marienne's beautiful Turquoise eyes that held hatred for me. But I didn't do anything, so, why should I be scared? Even if something happens to me, I will not bow down, because I know I am innocent. But Victors were powerful, they could get whatever they wanted. Marienne Carlisle Victor was rumored to be the reason behind the fire of Anneville, a place notorious for illegal business and sex trafficing. If it was true and he actually got away with that fire..... He could murder me or sell me to prostitution and no one would ever find me.

she said. Nyla was about to walk away when I received a message from him which make her stopped and glare on my screen. "ok then" "see you there baby," Daddysert replied. "Hmmm. Baby-baby," she stated with a tone. I out my pointed finger in the center of my nose and lips as a sign to make her quiet. "Enjoy your few hours of being a virgin, virgin," she narrated before she finally walk away. Time was fast and it's already 6pm, I packed my things then downloaded an app of the site for a convenient communication and I don't have to open my laptop.

His limbs were ripped from their sockets, torn apart piece by piece. “Ah,” I let out a sharp gasp watching the gruesome sight and then realizing it was no different from what Rowan wanted to do. This scene would be a ghastly feast for any vampire, a sight that was capable of satisfying their darkest and most depraved desires - blood. And yet, this was exactly the kind of slaughter that Rowan had been craving. “Are you alright?” Alpha Axel asked me suddenly, his eyes scanning my face. “Y-yes. I am,” came my reply, with an affirmative nod.