Viridescent Book Novels & Stories

Wardric's actions astounded the audience. Wardric exclaimed, "I know what you're doing, or at least how you're doing it, and I'm not going to utilize the grimoire any longer!" He rushed forward, shooting a trail of burning fire that danced across the concrete floor, charring it as it approached Norval. Norval reacted immediately by grabbing for another vial and crushing it in his palm, but Wardric slid beneath Norval's reach and drew out a vial that stood out from the rest. It was labeled ‘Neutralizer' and had a green lining on the glass walls. Wardric pulled it from his utility belt and thrust it into the other hand of Norval. He seized Norval's palm with both hands and crushed it, smashing

My fingers examined the fine-textured white substance. It smelled of old perfume and...gasoline? The odd scent only boggled me more. "What are you?" I whispered. Was it just some powdered chemical to keep the bugs out? Or something else entirely? ◇ "Vampirar et Dhampirica" The gothic-styled calligraphy printed in gold ink intrigued me as I studied the brownish, tattered cover. It was a vintage-looking book Miles currently engrossed himself in as he sat next to me.

And everywhere—on the floor, along the walls, climbing the pillars—were plants. Not dead plants. Not dried husks preserved by dry air. Living plants. Pale, white-stemmed things with translucent leaves that glowed faintly in the lantern light. Fungi the color of bruised plums. Vines with no chlorophyll, their tendrils wrapping around stone like fingers around a throat. Moss that pulsed with a faint, bioluminescent blue. It was beautiful. It was wrong. Isolde raised her lamp higher, her face drained of color. "This… this was not here when I sealed the cellar."

“She won’t be known?” “She will be loved,” I said. That was all we could offer. Esri vanished into the forest, cloak wrapped tight, footsteps already fading. And I turned back toward the palace smoke, carrying nothing but ash in my lungs and blood under my nails—while somewhere far from fire, the last Luna’s daughter was already becoming something no kingdom was prepared for. (Violet’s POV) From a distance, the parchment seemed innocuous—just a scrap of faded vellum, its edges curled inward from time and wear, the ink reduced to a deep rust. But the instant Brenna’s hands unfolded it, something beneath my skin responded.

“More like… instinct.” Lucien chuckled softly. “Oh wonderful.” Koa crossed his arms. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.” “Instinctive blood magic on that scale?” Lucien said. “It depends very much on whose instincts we’re discussing.” Another vibration rippled through the courtyard. Then, footsteps. Eldric emerged from the villa entrance again, moving quickly. His expression had changed. That immediately made Seraphine straighten. “What did you see?” Eldric stopped near the fountain. “The lower seals are glowing.” Zenith blinked. “Glowing?” “Yes.” Lucien’s curiosity deepened instantly. “What color?” “Crimson.” Well. That felt on theme.

The group flew forth three days and three nights without rest before they arrived at their destination. The Viridescent Valley! The place has an icy terrain and this causes the mist to accumulate. Just like its name, the Viridescent Valley has a thick mist shrouding the entire place. The thick mist that covers the whole area was akin to clouds that had descended into the ridge. Going out of the carriage, the group takes the place into full view. The thick snow covers the roof of houses and smokes were puffing out of its chimneys. Also, there were towering pine trees that stretched into the horizon, far beyond the reach of their eyes. From the current looks of it, despite its icy terrain, it

Small vials filled with pale blue liquid… faintly luminous, swirling as if alive. Shards of translucent crystal that steamed softly, releasing thin curls of mist into the air. A thin, chalk-like powder that shimmered silver, catching the light with an almost unnatural gleam. Each item was placed with reverence… and with intent. Lucien watched her hands move, steady and sure, even as his heart pounded violently in his chest. “Iris,” he said quietly, her name heavy with everything he did not dare voice. She did not look at him yet. “I know,” she replied softly.

your hands. In two weeks the pictures will all glow bright when the plants are fully grown. You will then warm the heart of the garden and immediately pour the pound water as before. When the glow changes from the hunter green to a lilac color. You will then go to the back door and allow yourself to be cocooned . This cocoon will include the door. You will sleep in this cocoon the whole time as it forms and when it is destroyed. I can not tell you how long that will take dear as I don't know. Have a bucket of that special water from the pond ready when the cocoon is destroyed, someone will have to throw this water on you to keep you from overheating. Jay honey I know it will be you who take

Giving it a squeeze to tell me to show him. "We'll go on then." The Alpha's tone was cold and harsh. I closed my eyes and let Issie do the work. Tingles surrounded my face like always. Then they went away and I opened my eyes. Both the Alpha and Luna were staring at me like I had 6 heads. "My oh my!" The Luna stood up and practically ran over to the Alpha's bookshelf. "I have read about this before but I never believed it! My! The Violet Moon is true!" The what now? I was beyond confused and so was Grayson.

Torches flickered weakly as I descended deeper, my steps echoing unnaturally. And then I saw the vial. Suspended in midair, glowing dark crimson, pulsing like a living heart. My hands shook as I reached for it. The moment my fingers brushed the glass the world shattered. Visions exploded behind my eyes. A blood-red moon eclipsed the sky. Wolves chained to stone altars screamed as magic carved itself into their bones. They watched helplessly as their mates and children were slaughtered before them, the curse sealing with every death. I saw Liam standing beneath the eclipsed moon, a crown of crescent silver placed upon his head as the world bowed.