Immortals After Dark Series Order Novels & Stories

But why do I feel bitter while thinking about that? "They became close after he tried to pursue her. Until one day, they both decided to admit their feelings to each other. He won't know what to feel when she said that she loves him too because he didn't expect that it will turn out to be mutual. But when his parents knew about their love and they were against so they cursed the woman that she will never be happy even if she were born again because a vampire shouldn't be destined to be the mate of a werewolf," Lazarus said while he's saying that I felt that he's been trying to hide the emotion that he doesn't want to feel again.

Book 2 - A Queen Among Snakes (completed and coming soon to paperback) Book 3 - A Queen Among Blood (completed and coming soon to paperback) Book 4 - A Queen Among Darkness (completed and coming soon to paperback) Whole Again - A Queen among Alphas spin-off (completed and coming soon to paperback) Book 5 - A Queen Among Tides (completed and coming soon to paperback) Book 6 - A Queen Among Gods (ongoing) COMING SOON IN THE SERIES: Book 7 - A Queen Among Tempests Runaway Empress - A Queen Among Snakes prequel Dark Vocation - A Queen Among Darkness spin-off Valor, Virtue, and Verve - A Queen Among Tides spin-off The Next Generation series titled The Royal Shadow Series Much love ADB_Stories

--- The Dark History The next day, Evelyn gathered the group to explain more about the Reflection Game’s history. “Centuries ago,” she began, “the Seven Immortals ruled the Realm of Mirrors, a place where reality and illusion intertwined. They were wise but wary of humanity’s greed. To protect their secrets, they forged the Reflection Game, binding it with their own power. Only those who could navigate its trials would gain access to their knowledge and artifacts.” Zara raised an eyebrow. “But if the Immortals were so powerful, why didn’t they just destroy the relics?” “They couldn’t,” Evelyn replied. “The relics were part of their essence. Destroying them would mean destroying themselves.”

“And who you might become. Dorian’s tenure is ending and if you are to be selected, Lucien, we might have a problem on our hands with anomalous persons. I want to know that you will make the right call regarding these creatures.” “What’s the right call?” Eirene asked, earning a snicker from Raoul. “Watch her tomorrow. If she’s nothing, we move on. But if she’s something…” Isolde nodded coldly. “Then she must be archived before she becomes a real threat. That is how we protect our bloodlines, Lucien.” Lucien’s jaw tightened but he nodded. “Understood.”

The heavy main door of Caden's mansion clicked shut behind me. The sound didn't offer freedom; it sealed me into a new kind of prison. The bright afternoon sun felt too harsh, mocking the darkness that had just settled deep inside me. I was outside, yes, but no longer my own. The air felt thick, heavy with the weight of the deal. My limbs felt weak, like every bone had turned to water. I had agreed. I had sold myself, not just for money now, but for Caden’s sinister game.

Izfar "Phew..." Izfar sighed. He closed the world's history book that he's been reading since a few days ago and caned his chin on the windowsill. He crossed his legs. "How romantic..." He was talking about the tale of the child of the night and how they met all their Sol before they died. Some were lucky enough to live their whole life with their Sol, but most of the child of the night never gotten to live with their Sol because even though the Sol became immortal after the oath of faith and loyalty, the Sol still have a shorter lifespan from the child of the night, so they always die earlier than them.

"Tonight, I'm going to pretend to be every monster at the Conclave. I'll say things designed to break you. To make you flinch. To make you cry. Your job is to stand there and give me nothing." I raised an eyebrow. "You're going to try to make me cry?" "I'm going to try to make you bleed, Seraphina. Emotionally. Psychologically. If you can survive me at my worst, you can survive them at theirs." He walked to the library door. "Rest. Read. Prepare. We begin at midnight." He left. I sat in the silent library, surrounded by centuries of knowledge, holding a book of rules written by a dead vampire. And somewhere in the walls, Margot whispered.

The ancient obsession of immortals terrified by the concept of permanence. I turn toward the floor-to-ceiling windows. The city glows beneath the night like veins of molten gold threading through darkness. Five years ago diplomacy stopped interesting me. Mercy became inefficient shortly after I lost Rose. The old houses still whisper about the shift. They call it tyranny now. Ruthlessness. Cruelty. Perhaps they are right. Grief hollows a man eventually. Even an immortal one. Especially an immortal one. Behind me Damon leans casually against the bar. “Shall I inform them His Majesty is indisposed?” he asks lazily. “Exhausted from vigorous diplomatic negotiations?”

Div 1: Vanguard Div 2: The Recon Div 3: The Enforcers Div 4: The Medics Div 5: The Shadows Div 6: The Artisans Div 7: The Sentinels Div 8: The Scholars Div 9: The Judicators Div 10: The Warden Each had their own area of what they deal in, and they have a hierarchy, from 1 to 10; the higher the number, the more power they have over the people. The rain stopped. A dark fog falls over the city like a blanket, thick, warm and damp. Roy, still slightly soaked from the earlier storm, stands motionless beneath the stars. He closes his eyes.’ NIGHT - ROOFTOP FWSSHH The same breath escapes Roy’s lips, but now the backdrop has changed: he’s crouched on the edge of a crumbling tower, and a long, dark b

“Whoever’s behind this has their own agenda, and we’re going to stop them.” Before Emilio could respond, a loud crash echoed through the room. Lucas whirled around, his senses going on high alert. The windows shattered, and a group of vampires burst in, their eyes glowing with an unnatural hunger. Their movements were swift and calculated, far too coordinated to be a random attack. Lucas pushed Emilio behind him instinctively, his body tense and ready for battle. “Stay behind me,” he ordered, his voice low but commanding. The vampires advanced, their fangs bared, and Lucas prepared to defend Emilio at all costs. He lunged forward, engaging the first attacker with a swift, decisive strike. Th