Viridescent Book Novels & Stories

" V asked seriously. "The Malignobons will be able to find me, and right now, I am sure they are already using the zest that I had used last night as a sign that they are to follow to find me. But if you will let me stay in your home while I'm still searching for the Vermilion, the sign will eventually vanish." Nobody talked for a moment as V and Ligaya stared at each other, weighing the situation.

I almost mirrored him until Ivy lifted her head. I exhaled sharply, grounding myself before I turned toward Ivy. She still hadn’t moved. She stood in the echo of the altar, arms crossed over her chest, chin tilted downward. But her body vibrated with tension. “Ivy,” I said softly. That broke her. Her head snapped up, eyes locking with mine, and for a heartbeat, just one flicker in the wavering light, I saw it. Violet. Not her usual warm brown or the wolf’s amber. But violet fire, glowing from deep within her irises before fading back into mortal color.

It was a green-bound volume that smelled faintly of dried leaves. “This is Herbal Lexicon of the Veil. It consists of the plants you can only find in the Void—what heals, what poisons, and what kills slowly. That’s what most of the Ascendants are going for. Not the artifacts. But I want you to grab them all. Do you think you can do it?” I met his intense gaze slowly after his question. It pressed down on me and pressured me to nod my head with a stiff smile tugging my lips.

She thanked Viktor and opened it with the key she kept around her neck. Inside lay the prophecy pages, yellowed with age, and several things she'd collected over the years: a vial of blue liquid, a silver dagger with strange markings, and a small book bound in black leather. "Is that what I think it is?" Viktor asked, eyeing the book. "The Oracle's grimoire," Ingrid confirmed. "The only thing that might help us now." She opened the book carefully. Most of it was written in a language she couldn't read, but certain pages had been marked with dried flowers—pages with pictures she understood all too well.

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.

Lucien’s territory was a mystery, and every step felt like walking a knife’s edge. “Move,” Vira said, already halfway out the door, her braid swinging like a rope. I followed, my boots whispering against the stone, the corridor stretching ahead, its walls draped with tapestries of wolves howling under starlit skies. Torches sputtered in their brackets, painting the air with smoke and warmth, the scent of burning resin mingling with the ever-present pine that seeped through every crack. The villa was a fortress carved into the mountainside, its halls winding like veins, each turn revealing glimpses of Lucien’s world—polished wood beams, iron chandeliers dripping with crystals that caught the

“Hello, I’m back! Do you have any bouquets in red and purple, or can I have one made up. I found out that that is my babe’s favorite color combo, especially if there are red roses.” The girl behind the counter looks at me “Nice combination! We don’t get a lot of call for it, but I can put something together. I have Black Baccara roses, they are a deep, velvet red, I can mix them with some brighter red carnations and poppies that have red petals and a deep purple center and purple lattice, oh! I just got in a few other things that may work…I can do this.” She smiles as she starts turning to the back, then shoots over her shoulder “Good to see you back and to know that your girl’s mother didn’

"You seem to be knowledgeable about things. For a normal human to calmly confront a vampire like this, you must be someone who has a collection of journals in her room to secretly learn about non-human creatures. And you must have already encountered one in the past that triggered your crazy obsession." Her forehead creased. "How did you know that?" "It was a guess." She was surprised. He wasn't only sharp but he could see through people without a sweat. "So it's really true? That you are a vampire?" Without him answering her verbally, he looked at him and his eyes that were sea-green turned to bright red. "A pureblooded vampire," she blurted. She had read that the pureblooded vampires had t

However, before he could rejoice any further he noticed something off about him, and he just couldn’t shake off the feeling. Feral frowned in annoyance as he tapped his feet underwater…. or so he thought he did. ‘No no no no no!!!’ With a shaky body and trembling lips, Feral slowly raised what he thought was still his legs…. and what he saw made his jaw drop. A viridescent colored scaly tail with hues of red, a long fluttering iridescent anal fin, and two pelvic fins that were greenish with sprinkles of iridescence that changed their colors with every light movement of the tail. Scaly hands with long fingernails that had hues of iridescence and just like his tail glittered a different color

“They were out too far…for a reason. “Rodin says. Slowly, Rodin lifts his fingertips from the puddle. The blood drips back into the pool. The blood is thick almost like sludge and smells like rotten meat when it's cooked. Rodin flings the blood on the teal grass which cleans the shine on his armor. Rodin stands and he starts to walk to the tent with the flag. Varick looks over the pile. On his side is a satchel, he reaches in this compartment to pull out a book. The book’s title: “Book of The Blight.” Carefully, he sets his wolf helm down on a clean spot among the forest. The plate head sparks with pink electricity, causing the headpiece to slightly hover along with the grassy blade tips. Va