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Welcome to Elmwood, Maine Over 400 Years Later, America Racing across the pitch-black streets was Nathaniel Bristow. The moonlight was her friend, and speed was her ally. She would have appeared as a blur of red and white to the human eye, but she persisted in staying in the shadows. The slumbering beach town was gradually settling in for late-night supper and prime-time television. This was one of the factors that led Nate to settle in Elmwood, Maine. The area was secure, serene, and quiet. Or so it was believed. Vampires were unchecked in Elmwood. Three of them, at least, did.

Family tree for the children relative to this book. Damian, Theo & Xavier's Kids; (Damien's by birth) Coal, 20 years old tribrid; werewolf/bear/Vampire, Alpha (Fraternal Twins⬆️⬇️) Lydia, 20 years old, Beta; submissive Micah, 18 years old, hybrid; werewolf/bear Vivian15 years old, Full-Blooded vampire, Beta dominant. (Theo's by birth)

Twyla slammed both of her hands onto the top of my desk, leaning her face close to mine. “It is nothing but a media stunt!” Twyla shouted, her breath smelling of sweet wine. “Silas Winslow is an old fool. She is the exact same pathetic, crying little slave who used to serve you hot tea in this house. She is absolutely nothing. I am your chosen mate, Torin. I am the one who is bringing the massive Vanguard army to your father’s front gates.”

said Swift Mustang, Twilight & Bronyium looked at the them “Quiet Lily, Astral Mist, Ivory Wings, Lunar Scar, Swift Mustang & Shadow Star… the Disabled Six proud and strong” said Bronyium “is Dashie okay…” I said, Swift and the others, Bronyium & Twilight turned around and saw me walking with the help of Azerix, Aezaith & Phageomora “Firefly are you okay?” Twilight asked “I am just got help from Azerix, Aezaith & Phageomora.” I said.

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:

Theron's POV The day of the event was finally here. This is the day I officially put Twilight on the map. Another success to celebrate. Many of my past lovers have been calling nonstop to accompany me to the event but I turned them all down. I don't want any drama tonight so I decided to just go alone.

"Knew what?" "Other characters will soon reveal themselves. There's one more person before this reincarnation process will begin. Like before, Malia the black witch is coming for what's yours. That is how it has always been between you two, and so it will continue until one of you completely destroys the other." "What does she want?” "Your heart," he declared. I was trying to figure out what the hell that meant when Ace began to shiver in his chair. "It feels like my head is open." He mumbled before his eyes rolled back in his head and he passed out.

he said. Larissa felt resigned. She took off her shoes and lay beside him. Ambrose cradled her in his arms, drifting into a peaceful sleep. Larissa gradually relaxed to the steady rhythm of his breaths. She nestled into his embrace as she drifted into a deep sleep. … On the other side, aboard the Twilight Group's ship, Twilight shed their oversized black cloak. It revealed her slender figure. She was actually a woman! Facing the mirror, she slowly removed the demon mask from her face. It exposed a somewhat pale but still alluring visage.

Martin barely glanced at her before turning back to the board. “What happened between you and the loser?” she asked curiously, oblivious to the vein that ticked at the side of Martin’s jaw. Twilight pressed on. “I tried to warn you about him. He’s an outcast and loves to stay that way—” “What’s your point?” Martin cut her off, his voice tinged with anger and irritation. Twilight cleared her throat nervously. “Alright,” she hesitated as his demeanor shifted to something colder. “I was just wondering if you’re single or something.”

While the blood trickled down my face from my nose and lip, I finished setting the table as my brothers watched in silence, even though we’re seventeen, Frankie and Will were an inch or two shorter than Pa, and ten pounds lighter, they knew that even between the two of them, they would be able to take Pa on, even when he’s drunk, he’s meaner and harder to take than when he’s sober. Frankie, Will, and I are triplets. Frankie, whose full name is Frankllin Allen, is the eldest by two minutes, standing at six feet two inches, strawberry blond hair, and hazel eyes. Will, whose full name is William Tyller, is two-and-a-half minutes younger than me, standing at six foot and strawberry blond hair