Virche Evermore Novels & Stories

He already knows what is wrong but he still needs to confirm. He studied the young woman's wounds. There are scratches around her arms and legs. Probably from the dragging by her predators. Jones is a vampire but after years of practicing self-control, he managed to make his senses devoid of any scent. If his guess was true, then this woman's blood wouldn't affect him no matter how addictive her blood is.

To Koba-VRDA (Encrypted Message) [Saoji Eyes - 2019, 01 January] An eyewitness could take a photo of a vampire who was passing in an Exposed state. No need to worry. Eyewitnesses took pictures in a state of unpreparedness, and the results of the photographs were unclear. I have obscured the witness' memory with Simple-Hipno. [Dwolo Eyes - 2019, 01 April]

“Why is it silver?” Edric’s voice cut through the chaos. “Silence.” The room obeyed, but only outwardly. Virelle could still feel the unrest in it, rippling through everyone present. She looked down at the basin. Her blood had spread in delicate, glowing lines across the ancient symbols. Silver light threaded through the black stone like moonfire, weaving itself into patterns she did not understand. Her mark blazed in answer. Virelle gasped as heat rushed through her body, fast and brutal. For one terrifying second, she thought she might collapse. Her knees nearly gave out, but she locked them hard.

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."

Eryx roared, closing his eyes and relying on the primal, carnal bond of our souls. I turned toward the "Cloud-Center"—a massive, floating spire of silver-data that was suspended above the village. Inside the spire, I could see the Fourteen Thrones, but they were no longer occupied by our fathers. They were occupied by the High Council of the East, their consciousnesses uploaded into the "Virtual Dawn".

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.

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.

And now, it stood before them. Nestled within a sacred basin surrounded by moonlit cliffs, Vireya shimmered—half-city, half-legend. White towers carved from lunar stone glowed faintly even in daylight. Crystal bridges stretched over quiet lakes that reflected not sunlight, but stars. Trees with silver bark lined the streets, their leaves trembling like wind chimes without wind. It was a place untouched by time. Selene took a slow step forward. And Vireya breathed in response. The gates opened without touch, revealing a wide courtyard surrounded by carved pillars, each inscribed with Lunari glyphs. As she crossed the threshold, warmth spread through her limbs. Her vision sharpened. Her magic

"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."

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.