Virche Evermore Novels & Stories

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.

He begins to explain which was a huge relief, at least I know there isn’t anything medically wrong with me. “Now as you know sir, I am also highly trained in the field of the more mystical aspects.” He says turning the page which caused me to grow rather confused, what does he mean by mystical aspects? “When I first took a look at Evermore’s blood, I assumed the results would come back with more human aspects as that is what we all believe she is more like.” The guy explains which causes my eyes to grow wide and get very alarmed, why is nearly all the people which that talk about me mention I’m human?!

I’ll call her young Vireya, the version of me who didn’t yet know what it meant to be cursed, to carry destinies, or to war with gods. She wandered through the woods, humming softly to herself, until she stumbled upon someone broken and barely breathing. Zevarion. He lay crumpled against a mossy rock, his form bloodied, ethereal light barely flickering around him. He looked otherworldly, even in pain, he was bleeding but no blood, it was a golden liquid. And yet, young Vireya didn’t hesitate, she didn’t flinch at his strange appearance. Instead, she ran. She sprinted home and returned with a wooden cart, the wheels creaking, her breath heaving.

The days after the battle carried the weight of survival a fragile, precious thing that tasted like blood and smoke.Blackthorn pack healed in layers. The great hall echoed with low conversations, the sharp scent of healing herbs, and the occasional groan of pain as wolves shifted to speed mending. Scouts returned from patrols with quiet reports no Silverfang movement yet, but tracks circling far out, testing the new wards. The Evergreen Coven’s vines had spread like living armor along the riverbank and northern ridge thick, thorny, pulsing with faint violet light that hummed when touched.

POV Vaelira I don’t plan on running into a werewolf prince. Which, historically, means the universe is already laughing. The northern edge of Vireholt doesn’t end so much as it frays. Stone thins into iron fencing. Streets dissolve into dirt paths. The air smells greener, wilder—like something alive is keeping score. Pack land starts here, whether the city admits it or not. I’m kneeling over a shallow grave—bones too old to complain, curse too fresh to ignore—when the forest exhales.

Everything about the forest filled her with fear until it overflowed. Another scream ripped through the frigid air and Chloe jumped, whipping around in a circle looking in vain for an invisible threat. The third scream seemed to flip a switch in the blonde and her limbs burst into life, carrying her through the blanketed wilderness in the direction of the screaming. The further she travelled the louder the screams got. Eventually she picked up the scent of wood fire and the unmistakable scent of stale alcohol. For a moment Chloe questioned why she could smell such things in the middle of nowhere, but it wasn't long before she could make out the shapes of a rundown hunting cabin and snowmobil

His gaze flicked once—toward Kael, then to the circle of enemies tightening around them. And beyond the wolves, his presence undeniable even in stillness, was Varek. His scarred face twisted into a smirk when he spotted our car rolling to a stop at the edge of the ruins. His eyes found mine, and I swore I felt the weight of his amusement press against my chest. “Rhea…” Violet’s voice was soft, shaken, but I could see the steel in her expression. The fires snapped in the wind, sparks leaping skyward like souls escaping. I knew then that whatever breath of peace we had left was gone. This was no chance encounter. This was the beginning.

“Bond hums fiercer than ever—potent mingle there; share a drop for the howls' edge, make our claws void-proof?” Voss pyre-flared into existence with a cane-thump that scorched the flagstones, her eyes covetous-blazing like shard-fed embers, flames licking eager from her fingertips as she leaned forward, milky gaze probing our violet haze with intensity. “Undercrypt pyres burn eternal in my blood now— but the crown pulses heart-deeper still, a vengeance that crowns all if the diad unlocks its secrets. My rituals crave that essence-call; don't hoard it from an old flame like me—share the glow, or watch pyres dim under void's chill?” she crackled with a raspy laugh, her pyre-warmth radiating cl

Selene and her Beta, Rhea, brought up the rear, two shadows in the dark, their movements so fluid they seemed to displace no air at all. In the center of this protective shell were Emma, Evangeline, and the vampire Virex. The vampire moved with an unsettling, boneless grace, his eyes glowing like embers in the cramped ductwork. He was an anomaly - an ancient predator aligned with a cause that usually saw his kind as the enemy. "We’re nearing the central uplink," Evangeline whispered, her voice echoing strangely through the comms. "I can feel the Prism. It’s not just a signal anymore. It’s a pull."