Virche Evermore Novels & Stories

All vampires had powers of telepathy but nothing like the power of the Elders, which allowed them to see another's memories. Cyrene lowered her eyes. "Yes, Master. I feel you." It was an unpleasant invasion, and I always hated it. However, I am one of a very few Master level vampires to have been on the other side of the coin. Due to my blood bond with an Elder, I am able to share his memories and the joy of being the one that he loves. "What would make Malarias look into your head?" Alexis asked her. Cyrene seemed at a loss or else was too freaked so I answered for her.

said Crimson to Violet. "I took it to the precinct." They turned to find that the woman was no longer on the ground. "Crimson, look out!" Violet cried before shoving him to the side and Crimson watched while his female counterpart got blasted by a bolt of lightning that was intended for him. Her body suddenly burst into a wave of purple light. "Violet, no!" Crimson dashed to where she had been standing but there was nothing there except for the purple haze that still glowed from the aftermath of the blast.

Kira hugged her tightly. “Don’t let her twist you.” Jaxon gave a rare nod. “We’ve got your back out here.” Evryn smiled faintly. “Just make sure I come back with a heartbeat.” Ivy inserted the neural spike into her nape. “Linking in 3… 2… 1…” Evryn’s mind was pulled into a vortex. She landed not in the Archive—but in a warped echo of it. A shattered world made of fractured glass and broken buildings. Rain fell upward. Lightning struck sideways.

I was beyond confused and so was Grayson. "No! That's impossible!" Alpha exclaimed to the Luna. Getting up to join her at the bookshelf where she was looking for some book. "Will someone tell us what is going on?!" Grayson could see I was anxious and he was to. "Oh yes." The Luna stops what she was doing and looked over at me and Emma. She walked towards us and pulled up a chair next to Emma. "Emma. The reason you have this special power is because of the Violet Moon. The Violet Moon, is the one night every decade when the Moon Goddess visits her chosen one and chooses the next one. It's a way for her to see our world. A chosen one is a wolf with immense beauty. Beauty more than anyone can e

To only get support of another tree. " Fuc* it" Ardo curses. Determination set in his eyes. Clenching his fist he speaks loudly. And this time. Viper's footsteps stop. " I love you Eirene! I love you so fuc*ing much!" " Pl-ease don't leave me again. Please!" Gasps follow at the name. And I for a second thought my ears were lying. No. It can't be. How is this possible? Eirene is a women. Viper is a man. But wait a second. How do they know it's a man.

I pushed the door open. The inside was pleasantly warm. There was a fire burning in a hole scooped in the ground and the smoke coming out through some runes cut in the stone. The shelves were filled with glass jars--shiny fungus, pickled eyeballs, feathers which stirred when you turned your head. There were sigils of the walls which faintly pulsed. And she was there. Vireya had her back turned on me, feeding herbs into a mortar. She wore a cloak of tied wolf skins, and a coronet of bones over her silver hair. Her eyes, as she turned them, were violet and inexpressible.

she trailed off as she picked up her dress and bowed slightly and walked away. But contrary to what Audra had expected, those irritating eyes sparkled, sparkled so much that they really looked like cut sapphires. Masochistic, that's what that disgusting being was, a tremendous masochist who should take his eyes off her violet. He was not going to end her life again. "Wait, Miss Verena..." he seems not to have avoided calling out "I hope...that we can meet again." "I'm afraid I'm the only one who hopes that, Maverick" that came out bathed in complete disdain, thus making the platinum-haired woman move even further away.

~Valeria~ "The smoke bomb residue," Caius announced, setting the dish down carefully after a long series of investigation. "It contains dark vine sap." I blinked. "From the look on your face, I assume it’s a terrible thing?" "Dark vine only grows in one place, Val." He pushed his glasses up, and I caught the exhaustion in his eyes. "Ancient werewolf cemeteries. The kind that have been abandoned for centuries. The dead are practically alive."

She was born into a family of werewolves. Growing up her life was pretty good, she had a kind loving family. She is the only daughter of Gavin Everwood, the Alpha of the Everwood Pack. The pack is the strongest in the territory. Many werewolves came from all over to pledge their loyalty to the Everwood Pack or to ask for their protection. This brought along many dangers to their doorstep. He was part of the Blackthorn Pack, whom many despised due to their known cruelty and connections to the Rogue Hunters. The pack is known to give into their basic instinct, and many enjoy the kill. Growing up his life was very difficult; his father was a very cruel and abusive man. He is next in line t

To run themselves in the dirt and expose themselves to the danger? Will they be ready to go all lengths to bring her back home and how long will they realize they have to race against time to do so? Will Elle ever return home alive? And what caused her disappearance will be the most haunting of the million questions that will dangle over a simple town like Yonsdale, for many years to come. And in our minds. - From the writers of critically acclaimed Vamp and psychotic mystery, Irene comes this provocative coming of age tragedy about the vices that revolve around being a teenager in the twenty first century and growing up in a conservative town.