Viridescent Book Novels & Stories

I almost didn’t notice him, he was standing off to the side so quiet and still he almost seemed invisible, but those eyes! 'He’s a visum?!' Valeria shrieks in my head. Val has never seen a visum before, but I told her they can easily be identified by their eyes. Eyes of electric purple with a ring of electric blue around that. They’re so intense it almost looks like the colour is moving. All I can do is nod in response to her question.

“You mean Varethkaal.” Ezra’s gaze snapped to her. “Not Varethkaal. What came before it. What the forest feared. What the sea bound. Varethkaal is a fragment—this is the origin.” A silence fell over them all. Then the Echo Heart pulsed. Once. The bioluminescent veins across its surface glowed a pale violet. Symbols writhed across its face, shifting like fish beneath water, incomprehensible yet urgent. Ezra dropped to his knees, clutching his head. “It’s waking up. It sees us.”

Anthony smiles, his hand moving down to my waist, "You are exceptionally beautiful, Violet Daniels." A lump forms in my throat and I try to search his face for any hint of deception. "Don't lie to me, please." I whisper. Anthony shakes his head, "As I've said, I don't give people false hope." The room seems to get smaller as I realize how close we are, his nose barely touching mine and his hand still on my waist, seeming to be so gentle. I swallow and look into his green eyes once more to find that he was staring right back at me with the same intensity. Anthony pulls me closer to him and bends his head down, his lips grazing my ear. I shudder in response and lick my lips as I try not to thi

She closed the door behind her slowly. The apartment was still. Not quiet — still. Air too heavy. The smell of something floral. Faint. Sweet. Wrong. Her eyes drifted to the bookshelf. The flower was back. No — flowers, plural. Five of them now. Each bloom a different color. Crimson. Violet. Cerulean. Pale gold. Ink black. All curling from different books, petals growing like they’d always belonged there. Sea Glass Psalms. The Edge of Dusk. Forgotten Bodies. Every book Aria had buried a piece of herself in — every one of them blooming with impossible color. A spectrum of memories. Of lovers.

“Why do you sound like someone who doesn’t plan to return?” I gave a small smile. “We’ll win,” Kavira said firmly. “And you’ll be there beside her, won’t you?” I nodded. “Of course.” Then, from my cloak, I pulled out the Living Book, its cover still warm and pulsing faintly with magic. I handed it to the Siora. “Keep this safe. For Vireya.” She took it slowly, cradling it like a child, her eyes shining with sorrow. By evening, the sun had dipped below the horizon, casting an eerie glow across the sky, the last remnants of the blood moon still lingering like a curse. We had surrounded the packs from every direction. There would be no escape.

“An absolute…” Liam’s words trailed off as we both froze, staring up at the source of the pale light. The Viridian Crystal was suspended midair, floating in a massive, clear orb. We’d found it. I couldn’t believe that we’d actually found it. It was… beautiful. Pulsing with an ethereal greenish light, perfectly smooth and polished to a mirror’s shine. I could see my reflection in it even from where I stood, could see the awe and relief in my eyes.

Two fluffy silver fox ears sprouted atop his head like mischievous antennae of divine gossip. “Oh no no no—!” he gasped, quickly slapping a leaf on his head with practiced panic. The leaf shimmered once, and the ears vanished. He looked around, cheeks puffed in embarrassment. Good. No witnesses. Not even that creepy vending machine ghost. Yin coughed, smoothing down his hair with faux dignity. “Anyway, yes. She’s definitely the one. Nexus’s whole ‘the land shall choose the spirit-bearing flame born in rust’ nonsense? Yeah. Selena literally works in Vermillion Cyberspace. Couldn’t get more prophetic if it slapped us.”

If it glowed red, their intentions were malicious, if it glowed purple, they had no intentions and if it glowed green, their intentions were not within their control. After the third time reciting the incantation, the small pendent fluctuated colours. From blue to green. Evan read the page from the grimoire again. Nowhere did it mention the meaning of this. He wasn’t sure what it meant. Oh, he could speculate, of course. But that was not better than guessing. The chairs would stay under the doors for tonight.

I gasped. Flowers bloomed across the entire meadow — their petals shimmering with hues I’d never seen before. While there were many types, most were shades of violet, glowing subtly like they held moonlight within them. Birds with feathers the color of sapphires fluttered past, and the fireflies around us transformed, taking the shape of butterflies with translucent wings that reflected our surroundings. “Welcome to the Forbidden Valley, Mauve Paleframe,” she said, her voice rich with reverence.

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