Cece Morgenstern Novels & Stories

Author Note: Dear Readers, Since English is not my first language, there will be tons of grammatical mistakes. Please continue reading this book only if you don't have any issues with that. Rest I can guarantee you that you won't get bored with the storyline. The following are my books if interested do give a look over them: 1. Her Unloved Mate (Book 1) 2. My Bride is Not a Human (Book 2) 3. Her Chosen Mate (Book 3)

For now, I would share what I had learned to date and give them a taste of how powerful I was. As I sit down, I start the story of what I know, “As you both know I have connections in the rogue world. Primarily High Moon Pack is my main source; however, through their darker connections lies a road into the underbelly of the rogue society. Yes, I call it a society because in their world they are still organized; albeit, not to the level of conscience that we have,” I pause.

Merko had been studying it for years, tried relating the colors of the sky to some potions and to some existing events but no concrete evidences yet. Misty Season was as scary as the Dark Moon's Charade for me. Imagine, mist envading the whole area? It could be a little bit fine during morning but at night? Geez! I won't even go out. Who knows what's hiding in there. Especially me? Who couldn't even master a single spell nor knew any physical attacks? No, no. Bleak Karma was like fall—the trees were shedding leaves, flowers dies, some animals hibernate and the weather was cold but no snow. It was pictured to me by Pierre as something like the breeze was ten times colder than the usual. Like

The castle halls were dark and cold, the wind whistling through the cracks in the stone walls. The torches burned low, casting a weak light that did little to dispel the shadows. I shivered as I walked, my breath coming out in small clouds of mist. I could hear my footsteps echoing in the silence, and the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. The castle felt like a living thing, its dark eyes watching me as I moved through its corridors. I felt a sense of foreboding, like something was about to happen, something I wouldn't be able to escape. The palace was quiet and chilly, everyone had gone to bed except me. I was going to raid Derrick's study. I was looking for the Dycan chronicles. The b

He was quiet for a moment. "Was that helpful or terrible?" he asked. "Both," I said. "Both at the same time." "Yeah," he said. "Yeah, I thought it might be something like that." We walked without talking for a while, and when we got to his study he held the door open and I went in and he put tea on without asking whether I wanted it, because he already knew I did, and we sat on opposite sides of his desk and went through the security plan for tomorrow's market trip withLady Amara's notes spread between us, and the whole time underneath the logistics I was thinking about a twenty-three-year-old woman in a strange city in the middle of the night trusting a stranger with her daughter's life and

She rummaged through boxes filled with forgotten memories, her heart racing with anticipation. Her fingers brushed against a worn leather journal, its edges frayed and its cover adorned with a beautiful emblem—a symbol she recognized from the stories Aunt Cleo had told her about the coven. As she opened it, the musty scent enveloped her, and the words seemed to whisper secrets of a time long past.

Eleand gathered his thoughts for a moment, where he before he started his story. “All right, this may sound weird, but it looks real. Well, in my mind. When I was in a coma, I dreamed about a faerie realm called Erganiv, and it has four domains— Gwiazda, Noyuh, Alsache, and the Capital City, Argia.” “All right, go on.” Ezekiel listened carefully. He jotted down all the information in a long bond paper. Even to the smallest detail, he explained everything. His younger brother looked interested, and he didn’t laugh even if he sounded crazy. Until they noticed it was past midnight after they had been finished discussing.

The moonlight shining down on the pages illuminated the words in a way that made them seem to come alive. Without thinking, Verena sat down in the nook by the window and used the full moon as her light. She began to read from the book. "Seriona," she read the name written as the title of the first chapter. The story was captivating, and she was drawn in by the tale of werewolves. It was about a pack, led by their king, Lucas, who were cursed by a powerful witch named Seriona to only be alive inside the book. They were inside their own world where they could no longer harm humans, and the world was called Lunaria. The tale sent shivers down her spine; it was so wonderfully written, and the em

on it in large font. "It was written by some guy named Philip Jameson and he studies ancient traditions of lost cultures. When I first saw the book, I thought it was just another children's book but after flipping a few pages, I found this," She said and opened to a particular page that had a picture of the mark on their palms. "Well, I'll be damned," Joe said. "This isn't a fictional book, boys. Everything written in here is true," Lydia said with a sparkle in her eyes.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.