Viridescent Book Novels & Stories

The candles went out. Author’s Note - The Crimson Veil began as a late-night idea about what might happen if logic met temptation in its purest, most dangerous form. Evelyn’s curiosity is my own: the need to understand what we fear, even when it leads us somewhere we can’t easily return from. This story mixes gothic atmosphere, mystery, and forbidden connection—a slow burn between intellect and instinct. Every chapter was written and refined by hand, inspired by old literature and the darker side of human emotion.

“Blue.” My body races for the orgasm but his hand pulls out the toy, and he stops touching me. My body is on the edge, and slowly calming down again. The ice starts again, running across my body. My moans get louder as the ice is replaced with the toy, the vibrations running across my body. My mind screams as he pushes to toy hard inside me. My screams are loud. “Blue.”

Alaric pointed to an altar far off where an open book glowed a brilliant turquoise blue. It was situated right in the middle of a field of green grass. The field had vibrant colors of different flowers, ranging from Indian paintbrushes, wild irises, and carnations. Alaric and Odessa headed towards the book and stopped at the foot of the altar. Odessa stretched a hand on top of the book. "Here goes nothing." There was a burst of light, and Odessa's head reared back to the sky with so much force that Alaric feared she would break her neck. Her eyes were a radiant blue color, connecting her to the book and its contents.

“The observers have just arrived, my lord. They brought something… special.” With a wave of his hand, Malachar summoned the three beings. They materialized in the center of the room, kneeling. The black glass vial floated to the table, landing in front of Vortigern. Inside it, the liquid shimmered with iridescent shades of gold, silver, and crimson — the combined essence of Irmak and the twin dragons. Malachar snapped his fingers. A crystal sphere appeared above the table, projecting perfect holographic images of the scene in the forest.

It was the sound of the earth being unmade. "Lydia, look at me," Adrian urged, his voice cracking. He pressed his hand to her cheek, his own silver markings dimming as he tried to pull the residual shock from her nervous system. "Breathe. Just breathe." Lydia’s eyes snapped open. They weren't brown, and they weren't white. They were a fractured, crystalline violet, the iris shattered into a thousand tiny shards of light. She didn't look at Adrian. She looked at the ceiling, her gaze piercing through the stone and ice.

I add. “What does this glow look like?” Rye asked. “Devon and Nate glow a bright iridescent silvery colour. Kaleb glows a bright darker blue colour and Reece glows a bright darker green colour. I also notice a darker blue halo around Kyalni and a darker green halo around Mykenzie. The halo seems to follow them. Nymyra also has a bright silver glow to her.” I answer. No one says anything, and I have a feeling they think I am crazy. I see Rye look at Chris, and I can tell they are communicating without words. None of the three women seemed to be phased by this. It’s like they already know.

I’m about to use Emerald’s eyes again when a vision overwhelms me. ** I see Alpha Everly’s eyes glow menacingly. They are now a glowing iridescent white, incredibly spooky. Light swirls around her as she brings vines up from the ground. There are creatures with red eyes surrounding her, pressed to kill. The creatures are pitch black, twisted and evil. While they fear her light, they are charged with one motivation: snuff out the light. She can’t do this alone. She needs help. I see a pair of hazel eyes before me. They close with finality. I see the same vision, but with a pair of bright blue eyes. There is a feeling of sorrow that washes over me.

He snarled at me before pushing to the front of my head, giving me no other option but to remain quiet. When we opened our eyes, our vision glowed red, almost bloody and dark. Slowly, we got accustomed to the lighting. The room didn't have much light anyway. Some of the books came to life in colors, the hues floating over some scrolls and parchments. Indeed, it wasn't an ordinary library or study as Vlad made it seem. A stench caught our nose. Pungent and thick, compelling and powerful with energy to knock me down if I was a mere mortal.

Violet The grand doors to the banquet hall swung open, and the hum of voices swelled into a roar. I held my head high, schooling my expression into one of serene confidence as Theodore and I walked in together. The crowns of light still lingered, drawing everyone’s attention. The banquet hall of Midnight Park was nothing short of opulent. Theodore hadn’t spared any expense for it. Crystal chandeliers cast soft, glittering light over the room, and the tables were adorned with Midnight blue and Darkmoon violet linens, all trimmed with silver. I remembered my wedding with Lucas, which had primarily been Darkmoon colors, at my father’s insistence. I had always felt bad about Twining River not be

This altar in front of him now had a godly, comforting familiarity to it. In a way that felt both piercing and reserved, her green jewel eyes were peering into his soul, framing narrow slits that seemed to peel away his clothes, his skin, and even his flesh, and examine his soul. In her body, small strips of iridescent red ran the length of the green scales, which had a pearly sheen and a predominantly purple shine, with the other colors of the spectrum appearing more muted, giving the woman an overall blue and light tint. The scales glittered in the light. Returning Darwin's gaze upward, he saw a network of green veins running from its eyebrows to its eyes. There were also ridges rising fro