Viridescent Book Novels & Stories

The girls giggled all the way to the shared dorm that brought them together in the first place. They made their way across the courtyard to the eastside of the campus to the E dorms, the place both girls would be calling home for the forseeable future. It was a beautiful summer day, the sun slowly making its descent behind the green mountains that changed their color with every season. Faris was a quaint town nestled in the green moutains of Vermont, the natural beauty of the town was what drew Violet to the college. Of course, the university itself had a reputation for being one of the top schools in this part of the country, but there was something about the adorable little town that ju

"... No." "I should have guessed you were here in the first place." Larissa's sarcastic voice suddenly filled the room as she appeared grand style before the two. Her fiery red hair was let down in shiny waves and she sported a green elegant gown that touched the ground. "It's a relief I got here before any of the disgusting parts started." Violet snatched her hand from Xavier's taking away the sparks and warmth he enjoyed silently. He turned to Larissa with an annoyed growl, "what are you doing here?!"

Placing the book back on the shelf, I walked down the shelves skimming through the titles of the famous books as I finally reached a dead end. Hey, Mr. Wall! How long have you been here? Can you tell me a few things about the First Vampire too? Things I want to know except the tragic love story? I chuckled at my self which was totally not sane after such a long walk as my tired eyes landed on a blue covered thin book in the far end of the last shelf. It had no title either. Curiosity got the best of me as I pulled out the book and to my surprise, a strange light flew in the direction of the wall as it vanished.

But this was not what Caitlin wanted: she needed to heal Scarlet, not kill her. As she finished yet another book and slid it aside, with still no mention of healing anywhere, she began to feel a sense of despair. She lifted the final book on the stack, a small, leather-bound volume with a red spine, entitled De Fascino Libri Tres by Leonardo Vairo. Caitlin summoned her knowledge of Latin, and knew that translated to: Three Books of Charms, Spells and Sorceries.

Falling Into unconsciousness. The pool of crimson and violet blood ,swirled and mixed at her feet ,just before she fell into it. Her heart beat more rapidly then ,any human could survive. As her blood was being replenished . As she lay what seemed to be lifelessly, her pale skin took on a violet glow. Slowly her limp body began to levitate,off the groaned untill she was 6 foot above the clearing bed. Her eyes opened now as she breathed in deeply . when she opened her eyes,they where not the emerald green they just were.

Then, in the mirror, I see it. My eyes. They’re no longer silver. They’re burning—an eerie, deep obsidian, laced with violet flames swirling in the irises. It’s an iridescent shade I’ve never seen before. The hairbrush slips from my hand and hits the floor with a soft thud, forgotten. And then, the voice slithers into my mind. Velvet smooth. Dark. Sinister. “Hello, Nevaeh.”

Iris The amulet was resting on top of the soil, Jareth placed his hand just hovering over it. I watched him closely his eyes closed in concentration, after a couple of seconds I saw tiny green shoots coming up out of the soil wrapping themselves around the amulet encasing it in, just like I had done when I was healing myself, only the shoots were just that, shoots. Not thick vines that I had covering myself and I wondered if that was because this was a smaller thing… or maybe his was a different plant because he was a different type of druid. Once the vines had fully covered the amulet the veins running all through the shoots and leaves glowed a neon kind of purple like mine did. The amulets

"That was... a Veil tactic?" "The Veil knew how to kill your kind with terrifying efficiency," Virex replied, his eyes returning to their cold, obsidian depth. "It is only fair I use that knowledge to keep you breathing. Do not make me do it again; my blood is too old to be wasted on reckless whelps." With the wards down, the Echo Chambers lay open. It was a cathedral of knowledge—racks of "Resonance-Crystals" and "Neural-Scrolls" that contained the true history of the Wyrd and the blueprints for the Global Resonant Shield.

Light and shadow burst around them, swirling in spirals—crimson-gold and deep violet, neither color fully settling, like dusk and dawn fighting to take hold. It wasn’t a blinding flash, but a soft wash of luminescence, like someone had peeled back the edges of reality just a little. Mira’s eyes lit up. Lira’s voice spoke inside her head, clear and soft. “Now, let's do this.” Power rippled outward. Where Mira stood, the soil bloomed with life—flowers of obsidian and light. The vines returned, but now they gleamed faintly, curling in patterns too intricate to be random.

"The 'Void-Signature' we used to hide from the Gardeners has left a resonance lag. The world hasn't quite decided if we’re still real or just echoes." ​I looked down at the Sahara Sprout. From thirty thousand feet, the emerald-fleshed vines of the Xylos-vines looked like a massive, living nervous system spread across the desert floor. But the light coming from the Scriptoriums wasn't the steady gold of the "First Morning." It was a flickering, frantic violet the color of a debt that refused to be settled. ​