Vita Nostra Novels & Stories

They are sneaky as shit. “Though there is something else that I found out about Omerta’s mother. The Romano family was led to believe that Omerta’s mother was from Enna. That she was the daughter of a high-ranking official, which we know is not true. The interesting fact is that the call about her….” ‘Lucifer, it’s those vampires again,' They are back’ Giovanni mind-linked me at that very time. “Those leeches!” Set exclaimed loudly. Giovanni mind-linked him as well.

Kara walked into their room with her mind spinning. Vitale was a huge name, so it wasn’t surprising that Ann knew about them… but Ann was American. That thought made Kara even more confused. She sat down on the bed, pulled out her phone, and typed Salvatore Vitale into the search bar. The results showed a man praised for kindness, charity work, and community support. There were articles about how respected he was, and how his company was preparing to run for office. She scrolled through everything, trying to understand until the door suddenly opened.

It was thick and hard like an ATM card with some words chiseled on it. It has a six digit number on it, and a logo of a two tulip flower entangled on each other. Serene read the words on top of the ticket. “Casa Roma.” “The Casa Roma was the prestigious hotel freshly built on the Vianca Island. I'm sure you already heard about that island in the east. I stayed there once and they have the best wine ever in the whole continent. It's a good thing they built an official hotel on that place because resort houses was a bit old fashioned for me.” Sydney had gone through the Vianca Island after college graduation. She met few hunks there, but the tourists on the Vianca Island mostly are womanizer.

But why? She almost made me unable to take my position as the Alpha, and she hurt my pack. If anyone needed to speak with such emotions, it was me! “You…” I tried to say, but then a sardonic smile flashed her face. The blood dripping down her lip making it even more horrifying. Vitalia took a step back in fear. “I, Fiorella Domenico, reject you, Vito Caputo, as my mate. Before everyone here, before the moon and before the goddess. I cease to have any ties with you.” She groaned out as loud as she could.

“I’m not in the mood for games, Vincento.” “Good, that makes two of us. What’s up?” Nikolai handed him the folded paper from Luca’s box. The names. The riddle. Vincento squinted at it, then whistled slowly. “Where did you find this?” “Just answer me,” I said, a bit impatient. He smirked. “This phrase… it’s code. A signal for a group called Vetra.” My stomach dropped. “What’s Vetra?” “A secretive group. No one knows who’s behind it. But word is—they help kids who’ve been through some serious stuff. Those who’ve been abused or abandoned. When the system fails them, Vetra steps in. But they’re slippery, like smoke. Hard to pin down.”

Vito's face was a mixture of shock and elation as he stammered, "P-Pia? You're still alive! That's wonderful! I've been looking for you everywhere!" Elara hesitated, clearly stunned for a moment. She then struggled to maintain her composure as she smiled politely at him and said, "I'm sorry, sir, but you must be mistaken. My name is Elara Maestri." Vito looked at her in confusion. "That can't be…"

fine - normal. "Attention everyone! Thank you for joining us for our Annual Banquet Ball. We are honoured to have you here. Please also welcome the King and Queen of the Della Notte coven in Italy, and the King of the Crescent Circle coven from North England. We are ecstatic to receive you and your parties as guests. Please, everyone, raise your glasses of dilitírio and rejoice with us, toasting family and wellbeing." The King announced in his strong voice.

The paper seems to pulse faintly, as if alive. VITO: (lighting the parchment with a single match, watching the flames consume it) “Then the war has already begun.” [He leans over a map spread on the table, the flames casting eerie light on the names and symbols. At the very center, in deep red ink that looks almost like blood, the name “CERES” burns like a brand. VITO: (voice cold as steel, full of menace) “She dies before the next trial. Or the throne burns with her.”

It was beautiful. “it’s beautiful, Roman” I said. “so are you Camila” and his lips met mine. “ti amore” he murmured against my mouth as our lips moved in sync. It was a moment to cherish.

I pull my hand from him. "You aren't." "Yes. I am," I look at him, "you guys don't owe me. Do yourselves a favour and leave me alone. My life is enough of a fuck up and I don't need to get others killed on my behalf." "Like I said, your one of us now. You belong with me." "I don't even know what that means," I say. He opens and closes his mouth, stumbling on what I wasn't sure. "You two are up early," Christophe strolls in, hair gelled perfectly, looking like he came from a magazine. Vampires were stupidly pretty, I had decided. But looking at his perfectly carved face made me feel more disgust than anything else.