Virche Evermore Novels & Stories

why are you awake by this time" "Couldn't sleep and I'm guessing it weren't just me huh" "Want a drink" she says with a sigh "Ain't it too late for you guys to be drinking " Arthur says as he come in while yawning. "You're invited besides alcohol doesn't have an effect on werewolves" Mom says with a chuckle as she grabs the glass and a bottle of whiskey. "So, how did you find Arabelle" Arthur says breaking the silent tension.

He nodded again, this time looking impressed by my question, then spoke again, "The ring of Lythian and the journal of Lythian are named alike because they are both connected to the ancient civilization of Lythian and hold significant power that can shape the fate of the realm we're in. The connection between the ring and the journal lies in their origins and purpose. Both artifacts were created by the ancient civilization of Lythian. The people of Lythian were known for their wisdom and understanding of the supernatural forces that governed their world. As I've explained earlier, the journal of Lythian was a powerful repository of knowledge that contained ancient secrets, spells, and inform

My heart skipped. I moved closer, scanning the titles until one name leapt out at me like a struck nerve. Dead Viles… The moment I read it, my stomach twisted to nausea. I pulled the text free and opened it, my fingers trembling despite myself. Unlike Lunareeth, this book was filled with dense writing, diagrams etched in faded ink, and warning seals pressed into the margins. Dead Viles. A deadly, ancient poison. I started reading about it, and the more I read, the more my heart shuddered with a cold chill…

Tobias shrugged. “Makes sense.” I said as I accepted the pill bottle. “What is this?” “A blood pill.” Tobias’s response was abrupt as if I had asked him a stupid question. Opening the pill bottle, I lifted it to my nose and sniffed. My eyes widened when I realized that this wasn’t just any blood pill, it was a vampire blood pill. It was rare and almost impossible to get. Even if a vampire is captured and their blood extracted, it wouldn’t have the same results.

Fortunately, I was still young and not even 30 yet, so I could start over again. I spent the entire day discussing studio business with my teammates. Thankfully, they were all still supportive of me. That night, back at my rental apartment, I was about to take a shower when Serena called. The moment I picked up, she shouted, "Meredith, Meredith! You have to watch the video I sent you!" Suspicious, I opened the clip. It was filmed at an indoor pool. "Another weird viral video?" I muttered, exhausted from the long day. Serena's voice was urgent. "No, it's not! Keep watching!"

She’s not a mommy’s girl nor a daddy’s girl. Askar Is a 17 year old who is Hindu and Immortal. Who cannot be destroyed. His Ancestors' religion is Hindu, which haunts him. He doesn’t quite fit well in his family. It all changes when he gets turned immortal by his human mom who births him.. His life flashes before his eyes seeing his mom die while birthing him will hunt him for all the years he shall live. Sooner than later he is a vampire trying to fit in with the humans. He isn’t like any other vampire, he doesn’t thrust for human blood. He is more disgusted with it, that each time his dad brought home some human for him to try, he would instantly puke it out. But what he really craves is a

The city rose from the earth like a secret given shape. Not built so much as revealed—as if it had always been there, sleeping beneath the soil, waiting for permission to wake. Selene felt it before she saw it — a low, thrumming pulse beneath her feet, vibrating through bone and blood alike. It was older than stone, older than the forest that ringed it, a rhythm that didn’t belong to the living world so much as coexist with it. Lucien called it Virellis, though no map named it. A city that appeared only when invited. Only when the blood courts gathered and the Night itself leaned closer to listen.