Cece Morgenstern Novels & Stories

The book itself was full of all sorts of Vampire lore, the chapters on the blood moon hidden buried within and written in an ancient tongue. No, he doubted they’d question anything at all. Unless the girl showed up. He’d heard talk of her, knew she could read minds. He knew little else, only that she was some sort of a Hybrid and one needed to be cautious or else she could insert herself into one’s thoughts and even make them do things they wouldn’t normally do. If she were to discover what they were up to, the entire plan would be foiled. Thus the need for a long chain of untraceable contacts and a group of newborns to actually help carry out the plan. Hamish would wait until the very last

Margaret blinked slightly. “That ring belongs to the Luna of Nightshade Pack,” I whispered shakily. “Not you.” Her eyes darkened instantly. “And who exactly is Luna?” I looked directly at her. “I am.” Her slap landed before I could react. My head snapped sideways from the force. “You really are shameless,” Margaret hissed. Before I could respond, the door suddenly opened again and Arnold walked in. The moment his eyes landed on us, Margaret immediately stepped back. “Arnold,” she said softly. “I was trying to retrieve the ring from her.”

The old man looked into her palms keenly for another full minute, his eyes widening like they were about to pop right out of their sockets. Yolanda and Charles had exchanged puzzled looks for the umpteenth time, trying to figure out what was happening. Suddenly, the old man began to mumble words that made no sense to the young man and woman seated before him. "I can see very dark spirits inside of you. I can see a__werewolf," He paused and looked closer. "There's a woman obscuring my view of your future. She's standing before a door. It looks like she is trying to keep it closed."

The word burned in his mind like a brand. He stalked past the familiar sections—Werewolf Histories, Lunar Cycles, Pack Law—until he reached the dimly lit alcove marked "Supernatural Relations." His claws pricked his palms as he yanked out the first relevant tome: The Bewitched & The Beastly: Supernatural Attractions. The wooden chair protested as he threw himself into it, the lamplight casting jagged shadows across the pages. Dust motes swirled around him as he flipped to the chapter on witches.

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The animals that were bustling on his feet cowered when a forceful mana burst forth and suppressed the dark mist that was crackling with laughter " I'm afraid its not me who abandoned you , maybe it has been always you who abandoned me " ******♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡********* The way Chelsea figured it out , she spent more time nightmaring than she did sleeping . Her eyes flickered open and she groaned , maybe she shouldn't have become a knight or a manga writer , she would have been really great as a horror writer . Like if there was some sort of awards for experienced the supernatural, Chelsea would be the first in line ..

I only use my work phone and the phone in my unit. After getting dressed, I grabbed my car key and chose my China Gray Aston Martin DB11 AMR. I am a car collector, and that's my obsession. In fact, I love my car more than people. I loved them more than Panther, who was my first boyfriend. I'm twenty-five and have only had one ex. I was too focused when I was a teenager, and then I was busy studying criminology when I was in college. And when I gave myself a chance to date, the man just cheated on me. Guys, they can't live without sex.

I hoped they wouldn’t be annoying; I’d never had a neighbor before. I twist the key inside the doorknob and step inside. My eyes scan the space quickly, making sure it had the basic things, a studio with a kitchen, bed, and living room. All fully furnished and relatively clean. Being a werewolf meant things weren’t ever really clean to us, not with our noses picking up every underlying scent. I shut the door behind me, dropped my backpack, and opened the duffel bag to let Blaze hop out. He looks around before looking up at me, as if asking if this was our new home. The silent question tears at my chest a bit.

"You've to be careful, my lady. Please always remember your position. You're the Luna of the pack and Damien is your man," I felt torn and heartbroken. I nodded my head knowing she was right. *** I yawned softly after completing two novels, a werewolf, and an urban story. The Rise Of The Secret Trillionaire Heir by rare gem writes and The Alpha's Revenge by Mystic writes. They are available in Goodnovel and Meganovel. I can't have enough of them. I stood up from the chair, stretched my arms widely, and returned the books to the shelf. "Look who we have here," I looked up as I heard his cold and familiar voice.

She did not like being examined like a stray animal at the shelter. "Uh, hi," she said, awkwardly lifting a hand. "I'm Charlie. Human-ish. Mostly. Jury's out." Wren's mother stopped in front of her. Not too close. Just close enough. Then she smiled. "You are exactly what the prophecy feared," she murmured. "And exactly what it hoped for." Charlie blinked rapidly. "Okay. That's comforting in absolutely zero ways." The woman's smile widened— kind, but edged with gravity. "I am Selene," she said. "Mother of Wren. Advisor to the Crescent Pack. Keeper of the Old Threads."