Lord Of Eternal Night Novels & Stories

Dorian Valenti. The brutal lord of an ancient vampire family. They called him the king of everything lawless in the underworld. They said he had killed his own father and his own brother to rise. They said there was no crime under the moon he had not committed, no line he had not crossed. To ordinary people, his name was a legend you did not speak. The girls at the monastery would whisper it sometimes, and then they would look at one another and stop, and close their mouths, because even saying the sound of it felt like a blasphemy against the Goddess.

He was no longer just a child; he was the Living Bond. As they reached the dais, Kael was waiting. He wasn't sitting on the throne. He was standing on the floor below it. The High Priestess stepped forward, holding a crown of ancient silver, shaped like interlocking lunar phases. "For five centuries, the Nightfang has walked in the shadow of the earth," the Priestess proclaimed, her voice echoing through the silence. "We sought strength in the iron of the mountains and the blood of the hunt. But tonight, we remember our true Mother."

And at the bottom, underlined three times, a name that made my stomach drop. The Eternal Order. "That is the organization the mole mentioned," Ethan said. "The one that has operatives in every kingdom." "It is worse than that." I pointed to a note scrawled in the margin in Elara's handwriting. "She writes here that the Eternal Order is not just an organization. It is a cult. They believe the Moon Goddess bloodline is an abomination that will bring about the end of the world. They have been hunting carriers for over a thousand years." "How many of them are there?" Asher asked.

Even if she wasn't the true heir, as a princess of the coven, she had to receive the family's blessing after her first birthday. I followed the crowd to the family's sacred chamber, a vast stone room carved with the likenesses of Valkyrie ancestors. At the central altar, Elder Viktor held a glittering necklace. It was the coven's greatest treasure, the "Tear of Night," a massive black diamond cradled by a silver chain, radiating a dark power. "Today, we witness the Blood Moon Christening of the princess, Aria," Viktor's voice echoed through the chamber. "And we also bless the lady Liliana, who will soon be our queen."

"Come to the Eternal City. I'll make you my mate... my only bride... I'll claim you for real." Pleasure shot down my spine like lightning, making me shake. Gasping, I threw reason out the window. Just like the last ninety nights, I kissed him back, wrapping my legs tight around his waist. When it was over, my eyes snapped open. I was soaked. It felt terrifyingly real. But I couldn't care about that right now. That pomegranate crest kept flashing in my mind. The Night House. Rulers of the Eternal City. Descendants of the ancient Underworld God.

By the end, they had built a rather long list of names. Nightmare, of course, along with 21 of his associates. All of them were refugee players, and were stronger, tougher, and smarter. Well, supposedly smarter, anyway. Eva surmised that they had played Bellum Aeterna for years, and were incredibly familiar with each other. They no doubt worked very well together, at least in the realm of their expertise - griefing. Beyond the 21, there were a dozen others that they had recruited into their ranks. More than likely they were just some scum that were scraped off Helios’ streets.

The lady in red. "The men have killed Vander and all the members of the Royal family. We are ready to take your orders" she continued My heart nearly seized. I couldn't believe my ears. "Are you sure they're all dead. I want no witnesses. I want no mistakes" Thorne said with not an ounce of sympathy in his voice. "Don't you trust me my love. The work is done. It is our throne now. All hail Thorne Blackwood, Lycan King of MoonShire"

Not a mark on me. I sat there for hours, staring at the horizon — a wasteland of melted earth and twisted steel. The sun rose again, as if mocking me for surviving what should have ended everything. My reflection in the glass wasn’t human anymore; my eyes had changed. There was something eternal behind them — not divine, not demonic — just… unending. That was the day I knew for certain — I would never die. And whatever task that voice promised me… it was gone. Centuries passed. I kept living, losing, searching.

One of the elders stood up, Matteo, one of Alec’s loyalists, “We apologize, Lycan. The urgency left us no time to seek permission.” “And the urgent matter is?” “The absence of a Luna and an heir,” Alec said, a smirk on his face. “It’s been six years, and you’ve yet to present one. Our pack grows restless because of the danger that comes with your recklessness and selfishness.” His voice was laced with mockery. He was taunting me! I turned to the elders, “And what the hell is he doing here?” Another of his loyalists stood up, “With all due respect, Lycan. You’ve made no efforts to find your Luna and produce an heir, threatening the survival of this pack.” He began, “We can’t face the rot of t

His blue eyes seemed familiar. “Nothing will happen to the wolves that support your son, Richard. Provided that they do not act in such a way to betray this pack. The challenge will take place under the full moon, and the Goddess will decide the victor