Virgil Flowers Novels In Order Novels & Stories

The irony hit hard. As we drove further in, we stopped in front of the second villa. I stepped out and gaped—it was the most beautiful one of all. Painted soft white and pastel pink, with tall glass windows gleaming under the afternoon sun. Inside, the living room took my breath away. Gold and blush accents framed the walls, and the air smelled faintly of vanilla—my favorite scent. What a coincidence, I thought. A woman, probably In her early fifties, appeared from what looked like the kitchen. She smiled gently and spoke quietly with the assistant. I barely listened, too overwhelmed to focus on their conversation.

I slipped behind a broken section of wall, pressing myself flat against the stone. The footsteps passed. Two guards. Running. Running. That never happens. Guards don’t run. Not here. Not unless something is very wrong. I waited. Counted slowly in my head. Then I stepped out again. But this time… I didn’t go deeper. I turned back. Because something told me— Whatever was happening tonight… I wasn’t ready for it. Thorne POV The first wolf came from the left. Fast. Silent. Wrong move. I twisted just as it lunged, my claws tearing through its throat mid-air. Blood sprayed across my chest as its body crashed beside me.

Suddenly, an uninvited guest crashed the wedding halfway through. It was Carlo. He was bony, wearing a wrinkled suit, and holding a wilted bouquet of roses. He staggered in front of me, babbling, "Rosa… look, I brought you your favorite roses. Won't you marry me? Let's get married today." Luca's bodyguards moved in to remove him, but I held my hand up. I took the wilted bouquet of roses and looked straight at him. "Oh, Carlo. Look at me. Take a good look... Whose wedding do you think this is? This is my wedding. Mine, and I'll be marrying Luca. And you? You're just a madman crashing someone else's wedding."

The shot rang out, sharp and precise, hitting Lila straight in the skull. Lila crumpled to the ground, her coffee spilling across the pavement in a dark stain. The bystanders screamed, chaos erupting as they scrambled for cover. A sneer found its way to Viviana's lips as she dismantled the rifle in seconds. The thrill she hadn't felt in years came gushing down her spine, it was cold yet soothing and she loved it. _________

"Now they're leaves in the wind, with a touch of humidity... As if they were leaves blown by the winds of a storm that's brewing." "Yours have changed too, they still look like a field of flowers, but this time, the flower that catches my eye the most is almost forgotten... I had to look in my archives and also in my safe... It was very difficult, as I only have a single seed that hasn't bloomed." Ghost replied, approaching me. "The flower is called the Flames of Hephaestus. They say they were created from the sparks of God's hammer when it meets the anvil." I turned my face towards Lycan, curious about the information.

His soul shivered before breaking apart, the wind taking it away. Violet saw Olivia and Hestia pinned against the edge of the bridge. They held their heads and screamed. Dalyla's mania was taking hold. Raegan still had Rabiah distracted. Her razor-sharp gold talons raking at the dead queen. Violet rushed to the queen and gripped her shoulder. Flames bloomed before Violet's vision. Iridescent lilies made of blue and red fire. White-hot roses crowned her head, their petals searing her skin. A cry rose to her lips but Violet couldn't quite hear it—as if someone else was feeling her pain.

Children. The word arrived quietly and sat there like a stone dropped in still water, spreading its rings outward through everything I thought I knew. Vampires. My chest was doing something I had no control over, hammering fast and getting faster, and I pressed my palm harder against the mud and willed myself down, smaller, quieter, nothing, nobody, not here, not real, not worth the attention of whatever was on the other side of the boulder making calculations about hunger. "What?" The second voice sharpened.

The priest was amazed to discover that Virgil had at one time dealt with an original. He chuckles as he continues to watch the image in the bowl of clouds. Meanwhile, Hayley was still in Virgil’s past and Virgil seemed to have gotten used to the exercise. Virgil arrived at Anna’s place and was amazed at what he saw. Her apartment was beautifully decorated with pictures on the wall, a beautiful set of cushions, artificial flowers and it smelled really nice. “Welcome to my humble home.” She smiled and headed straight into the kitchen leaving him in the living room to look around. She soon returned to find him sniffing her flowers.

A cat blinked at me from a stack of poetry. “Looking for anything specific?” the old lady asked. “Something old,” I said. “Something rare. Italian. About rebirth. Survival.” She nodded, and twenty minutes later she brought out a first edition—“La Fenice: The Phoenix.” It was a story of pain, death, and rebirth. The tale of a girl who burned in the fire and rose stronger. The cover was worn leather, gold-pressed lettering. Inside, hand-stitched. I opened the last page and tucked in a pressed lily. Katarina favorite flower.

^^^^^ AUTHOR’S NOTE Hello everyone! It has been a journey, and I am very thankful for the support! I hope you enjoyed reading this story as much as I love writing this! Alpha Ace and Kira’s story is one of my favorites, and I treasure them the most. If you want to continue reading my werewolf books, here is the order. Book 1: Alpha Queen’s Destined Hybrid Book 2: Alpha Twin’s Rogue Mate Book 3: Alpha King’s Damsel in Distress