Virche Evermore Novels & Stories

He had given her confidence, courage, and a reminder that she had a friend who would stand by her, even from the shadows. Everleigh lingered a few moments longer, letting the warmth envelop her, her hands tracing the delicate glass vials at the edge of the tub. Eventually, she sighed, reluctantly rising from the water, feeling the cool air brush her damp skin. With care, she wrapped herself in a soft towel, letting the scent of honeysuckle follow her as she dried and dressed, readying herself for the quiet hours before sleep.

The hand of obsidian smoke plunges through the glass, bypassing the basalt shell of my ribs to seize the high-frequency vibration of my Moonstone heart. A greasy tide of necrotic purple code floods my system. The 14-B virus, fueled by the Silence-Weaver’s manual override, pours into my silver-mercury nerves like liquid lead. Ga-chi. Ga-chi.

I whisper, just loud enough for Kai and Dylan to hear, “we don’t fight unless absolutely necessary. Eyes open. Magic down.” Dylan nods. “No glitter bombs. Got it.” Kai glances at him. “Still not funny.” “A little funny.” I bite back a smile. “Focus.” The path winds through tangled forest and ancient ruins, leading us deeper into the old vampire stronghold. The closer we get, the heavier the air becomes, thick with blood and death. After a final bend, we see it: the outer gates of Vize’s estate. Black iron, wrapped in thorns that glint with silver specs. Beyond it, a spiraling manor built into the mountain’s side, half castle, half cathedral, with towers stretching like fangs into the sky. T

“According to my information, Ms. Zimmer was escorted to a cruise on the Rio River. “There’s about to be a massive auction there. Unfortunately, since she didn’t reveal her identity, she’s about to be sold as a rare item near the end of the auction. “The organizer is none other than Evermore itself.” Harvey took a step forward, and grabbed Shepard’s collar. “Are you threatening me right now?” he asked coldly. “No, no! Don’t be mistaken!” Shepard smiled as he pried Harvey’s fingers away one by one. “I’ll reiterate, I don’t like hurting people. My subordinates are all civilized people as well. You’ve never heard of Evermore killing people or doing anything that crossed the line around these pa

Typed into the system console: > EMV-Vairo001 = DEPRECATED > BTV-Vairo002 = PRIME LOCATION: The edge of the Cinder Vault zone Former Vairo asset archive site. TIME: 10:17 a.m. The land here didn’t grow anything. The trees were scorched black, the ground cracked and dead. Wind scraped the dirt like it wanted to bury every secret still breathing. Ember stood alone at the perimeter gate, helmet off, dust clinging to her boots. A rusted metal sign hung on the fence:

And in the hush that followed the end of prophecy, when fire settled into ash and peace flowed gentle as the rivers through Sanctum, the land itself began to reach upward, unfurling truths for those willing to dig, to listen, to believe that what had been lost could be found again. It happened on the twenty-first day of excavation at Virel’s Edge, a jagged black seam on the world’s skin, a faultline that split the wild Lycan territories from the vampire dominions. The history of Virel’s Edge was too old for memory, too sacred for maps. Here, the wind sang only in whispers. Even the crows circled high, unwilling to land. Most expected nothing: shards of pottery, perhaps, or old bones tangled

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."

“I'll donate my blood right now.” Ruth nodded. “Doctor Louise has already—” At that moment, Gwyneth gently took Eirene’s hand, cutting Ruth off mid-sentence. Eirene jumped and turned her head. Gwyneth looked at her with a deep, almost piercing gaze. Her touch was not arrogant, yet it froze Eirene in place. “Eirene.” Eirene swallowed. “Who are you?” “I am Gwyneth Vanderbilt,” Gwyneth replied, introducing herself. “The Sacred Elder of the Velmora Pack.”

The cameras flashes from different angles, it’s expected on the arrival of the new CEO of one the biggest oil industry in Canada. “Keep your head high, a slight bow can cause them to begin asking questions.” Ethan whispers, and I flinch, my heart skipping a beat, when his hand grazes my lower back. I swallow, and try to fix my posture, it’s thanks to him I realized, I am dodging the cameras.

It reminds me of how we mate and mark our mates and how our scents join together. The apple and vanilla scent that is uniquely Everleigh has a slight under tone of earth and decay on top of the smells from the ones who volunteered their blood. So, who ever held her was either a vamp or a rogue. We will find this person and they will by no means go unpunished. They will have a life time of paying for what they did to my mate. That’s if I can keep from killing them within the first hour. I don’t know how much self-control I will have when it comes to the capture of the person responsible for this.