Virche Evermore Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 11 — Cold & Warm A younger woman appeared at the top of the grand staircase. Her hair was loose, and she wore a casual yet expensive matching blouse and skirt that made her look effortlessly beautiful. With familiar brown eyes and facial structure, Kallista thought she must be a Hawthorne. “You must be the new bride,” the woman said, descending the stairs with an intimidating grace. “Lila,” Evelyn said sharply. “What?” Lila shrugged, her sharp blue eyes raking over Kallista. “I’m just introducing myself. Lila Hawthorne, Jaxon’s cousin.”

Into a deeper place. There, she saw chains—not of metal, but names. Names spoken and forgotten. Names bound in blood. She saw the Seed writhing in its forested pit. The Tether uncoiling in the ocean’s eye. And she saw a third force. One that had been cut away long ago. A flickering flame encased in crystal. A voice without a name. A whisper without a world. Salt-Eye fell to her knees, gasping. When she looked up, Mother Virelle was staring at her—not with anger, but with recognition.

Victoria was in the center of it all, wearing a white silk robe with Bride embroidered on the back in crystals. "Sasha! Pay attention!" Victoria snapped, gesturing to a pile of designer shoes on the floor. "The Louboutins go in the blue trunk, and the heels need to be individually wrapped in tissue. If I see a single scuff when I get there, I’ll have your head." Her friends girls with names like Tiffany and Blair who looked at me like I was a stray cat that had wandered into the house laughed. "God, Vic," Tiffany giggled, sipping from a glass of champagne. "How do you stand it? Having them just... hovering all the time? It’s so creepy."

That one sentence cut straight through my heart. On the first day back at work after the new year, a runaway truck came barreling toward us and ended both our lives. But I wasn't afraid. If anything, I felt relieved. Now, with both of us regressing into the past, we had silently agreed to go our separate ways. There was nothing left between us. I pushed the check back to her and said calmly, "It's fine. I don't want charity from a stranger. Thank you." Liana looked unhappy, her brows furrowed. "Ryan, what's that supposed to mean? Are you calling me a stranger?"

PROLOGUE The chaos was just starting to worsen. The SODAIR kingdom, led by the Human King, King Gaber was getting endless challenges from the Viper King, King Morton from BESHADONNA kingdom. These two kings have been fighting a battle that their forefathers fought. Trying to survive, no one dared to negotiate since it only meant surrender. The viper kingdom is known to take humans captive to their territory. They are so cunning and clever, with the use of their belladonna flowers, they tend to take humans astray, promising Utopia but then giving them endless pain and suffering from slavery.

The ruins of the Moon Shadow Manor did not look like stone anymore. They looked like a scab. A thick, undulating membrane of violet-black ichor had grown over the wreckage, pulsing with a slow, nauseating rhythm. As the combined armies of the Silver Pack and the Iron Ridge crested the final hill, the horses whinnied in terror, and the wolves let out low, mournful whimpers. The air here was dead—no oxygen, only the stinging scent of sulfur and ancient, rotting memories.

Bullets, arrows, and other projectiles sail towards him, but he embraces the impact like a metalhead at a mosh pit, making no effort to dodge them. Skidding to a halt, Vivaldi snaps a Hunter's neck like a dry twig, the sickening crack echoing through the night. With a grunt, he yanks an arrow from his shoulder and sends it hurtling back toward the group, piercing a Hunter's eye with a grotesque squelch. One by one, he takes them down with the brutal efficiency of a supernatural hitman. In a desperate bid for survival, one Hunter yells, "Evergardenade!" My eyes widen in alarm—I know exactly what that means. It's the Misty Evergarden Grenade, a potent weapon designed to incapacitate even the m

Her body trembled And the wolves behind her stopped moving The veil pulsed once, hard Then again And cracked A scream ripped through the sky—not hers, not mine Virex He was not pleased Because she remembered And the false Elixir collapsed to her knees, eyes turning violet Not as a weapon As return I caught her before she hit the ground Held her like I would’ve held a sister Or a part of myself I had once been afraid to love She looked up at me and whispered, “End him.” But before I could answer, the veil tore open And what stepped through wasn’t a god It wasn’t a monster It was a void made flesh Virex no longer needed words His very presence bent the world around him The air twisted The wolv

I whispered, voice steady, green eyes holding his, defiant, raw. His growl softened, ice-blue glinting, his hand lingering on my arm, scars flexing, torchlight catching the sweat beading on his skin, alive, wild, relentless. “Together,” he echoed, voice low, rough, stepping closer, his chest brushing mine, heat coiling low, steamy, alive. My breath snagged, green eyes wide, fierce, his heat drowning me, pulling me, damn it, pulling me deep. The wind howled again, sharp and cold, Vira’s growl rumbling, mossy scent thick, her shadow shifting, alive, steady.

While Amber had been cleaning up the house and herself, she had 4 more vivid visions. These were much stronger than she ever had in the past. She saw the vampires she would need to go hunt down, and it wasn’t just a few either. She was shocked with how many visions and how many vampires there were. She went to her computer to do some research on the old downtown neighborhood and find out what the true issues were taking place and what were just vampire related. Her findings kept coming up with the same 2 she had in her visions. Mara and Gedeon Arma from the Armageddon Clan. “Sure, that was original!” The had been there about 10 years now. They moved in shortly after she had left and over the