Cece Morgenstern Novels & Stories

The crown hummed a lullaby in Romanian, Welsh, German, Japanese, and cabbage-scented love. Celeste Valentina Morua—14-year-old white-blonde Blood Wizard, Level 1, Crown equipped

Midnight came like a held breath. I had spent the afternoon reading The Rules of Engagement in the library. The book was dense, written in a style that was both formal and venomous. The Voidborn diplomat who wrote it—a woman named Caelia Veyne—had survived seventeen Conclaves. She'd been poisoned twice, seduced by three different factions, and once walked into a room where every single person wanted her dead and walked out with a marriage alliance. Her first rule was underlined three times.

Webber She began flipping through the pages, reading through a series of listed achievements and matters of interest accompanied by aged photos and personal anecdotes from the author as she considered every word carefully. It told the story of Ramus, a man spiraling out of control, and though it was never directly addressed, a clear picture was painted of his dissent into the darkness of selfish ambition.

As many of you also know my first language isn't English so please be kind about the mistakes, I'll edit them. The updates will be every 'Sunday' because I have started my University. This is a werewolf romance story, a totally different genre compared to my previous work. I hope Theodore and Celeste will receive the same amount of love that Alessandro and Valentina were lucky enough to get. Please do comment my loves as it keeps me motivated.. ♥️

A lock on the front. She pulled out the key. Her hands were already warm. She put the key in the lock and turned it. The box opened. Inside wrapped in cloth folded with careful deliberate hands was a book. Small. Dark cover. Worn smooth at the corners from hands that had held it often. The same symbol from the necklace stamped into the leather. She lifted it out. Opened it. The first page had one line written at the top. Third of March. Grimwall is colder than I expected.

I’ll shatter it before dawn, and I’ll make her thank me for it. ═══════⊹⊱♚⊰⊹═══════ What Awaits Author’s Note: You’ve met the firebrand. You’ve seen the king fracture. Now—watch the tower burn. Midnight Crown is a dark romance built on crime, obsession, betrayal, and slow-burn war between two people who should have destroyed each other—but didn’t. Because control is never clean, and neither is love. You’ll drown in silence and secrets as the story unfolds through four arcs:

The word came out in a language that was and was not English — she understood it perfectly, felt it in her mouth as naturally as breathing, but something about the shape of it told her it was not the language she had been born into. She had read enough reincarnation novels to understand what had happened. She had, in fact, read the specific one this appeared to be. The Crimson Oath of Asterveil. Four hundred and twelve pages of dense fantasy romance that her book club had chosen the month before the one with the villainess, and which Clara had enjoyed slightly more, which was to say she had found it merely frustrating rather than actively infuriating. She remembered the broad strokes: a magi

They hit the second floor, a long hall stretching into dark, doors everywhere like a damn trap. Roman shoved her left, gun raised, eyes darting. “Study’s up here,” he said. “We can block it off.” “You know this place way too good,” she panted, ducking past him as they ran. “What else you hiding?” “Lots,” he said, blunt as a brick, kicking open a thick oak door. The room stank of leather and old cigars—Dorian’s ghost all over it. A big desk sat heavy in the middle, bookshelves climbing to the ceiling, a window showing the cliffs and the sea thrashing below.

Then I start down the slope. Not because I trust them. Not because I think they’ll welcome me. But because the road east continues beyond this valley. And because the shadows are already moving ahead of me, clearing a path through the dusk. Raven Winterstar—scion, survivor, Necromantress—steps into the firelight. And the world holds its breath.

Luckily, a bloody footmark was stained on the morgue floor which made things easier for her. Mother was pregnant with me at this point of time and it was risky to use her powers. Conoscenza is a tricky spell that requires a lot of force and energy, and even the most powerful clan of witches usually faints after using it. But it was a witch’s duty to be one with nature – calm, resourceful, and to serve the people’s needs. She needed to do it, not minding the risks it had. She did it anyway, and found out that there was another witch that was behind the virus. The other witch was purposely peeing on dead mortals and resurrecting them without blood to be her army.