“A son…” he whispers, then he murmurs something in Greek, I’m assuming—a prayer or a promise, perhaps both—before leaning over to kiss my forehead.“Thank you, Verena,” he chokes out, his voice breaking. “Thank you for giving me a son, a blessing.”His gratitude, so heartfelt, so raw, eases the last
“In all lives that may come, and in all universes that may exist, you will always be my son, my light, and my hope. You have King blood in you and you are destined for greatness. By my will, and by your forefathers' blessings, so will it be.”After reciting the vow, I lean down and gently kiss Veren
VerenaI sit quietly in the softly lit room; the air filled with the subtle scent of lavender and sage. Nastassja moves around with an air of focus, setting up the final components for the soul extraction and replacement ritual. My mind drifts to Niklaus and Arsenio, sleeping peacefully under his f
“I love you so fucking much,” he breathes against my lips, his forehead resting against mine. His voice is a husky whisper, carrying the weight of his emotions. “Thank you for everything — for our son, for this life, for a future that looks brighter every damn day because of you. You’ve given me a f
Verena(derives from the Latin “vĕrĕor > verêri,” meaning “revere, respect, revere, fear, be afraid, look with fear.”) I can recall the very moment I knew my life wouldn’t be what I expected, and that’s the moment I felt my Mate Bond snap into place. I could feel Lucan’s fury as he realised I was t
Verena I stretch without opening my eyes, feeling the warmth of the sunshine through my bedroom window. Opening my eyes, a big smile crosses my face as I remember what day— Hold on. I sit up straight in bed and look around, a frown crossing my face. I take in the silk purple drapes, the stuffed
Verena I’m sitting next to Anabella in the backseat of the car as we’re on our way to the full moon banquet. Last time we headed this way, I was full of hope and wonder; now the only wonder I’m full of is the hope that I don’t stab my sister. “You’re incredibly quiet,” she says, snapping me out of
Niklaus The piece of shit Beta in front of me slumps forward in his chair, the chains around his body holding him in place. I flex my fingers, annoyance bubbling up in my chest as I watch the scars heal on my knuckles. I get down on my haunches in front of him and he glares at me, defiance etched