Virche Evermore Novels & Stories

So I pull his hand away from my waist, or at least I try to, instead he pulls me closer to him by my waist. “Where do you think you are going to.” He whispers down my neck, and I can feel the chill running down my spine, my heart picking up a race in my chest. “This is wrong.” Is all I can say. “Were you affected?” “By wha-” I can barely finish my words when cold water splashed on my back with full force, the cone sipping into my bones. I gasp and press onto Ethan as though it could change anything, he might have held onto me tight as if to shield me, but with the cold water gliding down my skin, I can barely think about that.

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.

Chapter sixteen: A new dawn Late summer sunshine gilded the facade of Montrose Hall as Isabelle Montrose stepped into the grand gallery annex, her breath catching at the sight before her. Rows of mahogany easels displayed her charcoal and watercolor drawings—renderings of flickering embers, twisting serpents, interlaced keys, and the silver blue flame she and Alexander had kindled in Saint Brigid’s crypt. Each piece was accompanied by a brief inscription in flowing Latin and English, celebrating the Ember Circle’s rebirth in truth.

Then Elias jumped on him, pinning him to the floor. "Hold it right there!" River said in his human form, cocking a shotgun as he walked into the room. "That is, unless you have a death wish." The Hellhound backed along the floor to the wall, as a low growl resonated from deep within his chest. "Change back or die," Cruz said, coming in with Eve, all of them brandishing weapons. "I'll take care of this." A beautiful woman walked into the room. She had flaming red hair and bright green eyes. It was clear that she was either a vampire or a witch. She held her hands up, and a bright blue light shot from them. "Ostende te!"

I felt the itch on my body but I didn’t experience shifting during the blood moon. I finally found Alarick, who was still drinking his beer. “Alarick.” I tapped his shoulders as he is now immersed in the moon’s energy. “What is it?” I saw his eyes turn from bloody red to silver. He is absorbing the power of the moon. “Y-you need to see this.” I led the way and started running back to the cell. When both of us entered the dungeon, I immediately opened the door and was confused by what I saw. “Is that?”

That is until the door was forced open with a click. Everyone turned their heads to see who had just joined us and to say I was surprised is an understatement. I looked up to see Mr Vamps eying me up and down as he sat on his seat. He looked calm but his eyes told another story. They are beautiful sapphire eyes that showed too much pain hidden in their very depth. He did not say a word as he ordered his meal and ate as gracefully as usual. He is the first I saw eating food as if he was a normal human being.

But before he could announce his identity, his team insulted and removed him and impersonated someone as him, as the opposing team had given a huge sum of money to them ( A fact which the team's manager acknowledged it to his face) and with no evidence, he was back to zero, and life couldn't seem to have gone worse as he was proved to be completely wrong as he got the news that his life's greatest support and inspiration, was no more and to add fire to the hell, there was sudden news that his father had borrowed a huge sum, which his father had returned half of it and the other half now fell on Max's shoulder, which destroyed his hope of gaming. It had been a few tense months, when the appli

This defied everything she knew. And the strangest part was that Cheyenne herself seemed unaware. Elara bit her lip and reached for her communicator crystal, the faint hum of its magic vibrating against her fingers. She hesitated for only a second before whispering the name that came to mind first. “Charlie Evermore.” The crystal pulsed once, then again. A moment later, a familiar voice crackled through, warm and bright with that irreverent humor that always managed to make even dire moments feel a little less terrifying.

Intrigued by this mysterious girl with silver hair and ember eyes, he resolved to get to know her better. Offering her a ride was his way of extending an olive branch, an invitation into his world. At first, Aqua hesitated, politely declining his offer. But as the heavens opened up and rain began to pour down in torrents, her resolve softened, and she accepted. The moment she climbed into his truck, Damon couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. The old Chevy pickup may have seen better days, but to Damon, it was more than just a vehicle—it was a symbol of his roots, a connection to his past. He drove it with pride, a tribute to his uncle, who had passed away. His uncle was the only one

The Unseen Hand (Gabriel's POV) The valley smelled like blood and ozone. Smoke curled from scorched earth where the rift’s light had touched down. Bodies—rogue and pack alike—lay scattered, some still breathing, most not. I kept my arm around Vera’s waist. She leaned into me, just enough to tell me she needed it. Her breathing came fast, shallow. Blood streaked her cheek, her sleeve hung in shreds, but her eyes stayed sharp, scanning the field like she expected Damon to come crawling back.