روايات وقصص ضمن Mdzs Novel English

*Zara’s POV The ground beneath me is cold and unfamiliar, a jagged slate of obsidian that glimmers faintly under a sky streaked with colors I can’t name. Violet and gold swirl where stars should be, and the air tastes metallic, like blood and lightning. My body aches, every muscle screaming as I push myself up onto my elbows. The twins are curled against me, their small hands still gripping my shirt, their breaths shallow but steady. Alive. *Alive.*

Eddy joked a playful grin on his face. I closed my eyes exhaling slowly knowing full well that the castle would be waiting. -Valerie’s Pov- If waking up with ringing ears and the room spinning wasn't confusing enough. The scent made me want to bury my head in the sand. The smell of death and pine needles made me instantaneously realize that this wasn't my room. Or even my pack.

She hurried to the window and closed the curtains. “I can see the pink of dawn over the trees,” she said worriedly. Something needed to be done soon. Maggie grabbed her book of spells again and quickly leafed through the pages. Without a moment’s hesitation, Tara joined her. Dominic resumed pounding on the door and shouting for her to come out. Every nerve in the room was worn thin as the tension mounted. Maggie finally came to a page and stopped. She took in a deep breath as she read and then just as quickly let it out.

Her hands explored his masculine body and started kissing every inch of him. To my readers: Greetings! I'm Zen and a new author here in Goodnovel. How do you find every chapter of my story? Please let me know your thoughts by commenting down below. Thank you and God bless you all! Stay safe everyone! Love you all. By : Zen

Crystal chandeliers trembled faintly as music played, violins sharp and restless. Every sense of mine was amplified. The new instincts hummed under my skin like a second heartbeat. It was my first time being in the midst of these much people since I was turned, and strangely, I didn't feel like a monster. They were all like me. I look around, back at some faces that looked at me. What is it they saw? Shawn's captive? A woman in a white dress? It didn't matter though, whatever they saw or thought of me. The only thing I had to figure out today, was how to sneak out under Shawn's nose, and everyother person's nose, and see Matthew.

POV: Mia (Zero) I didn’t ease back into myself. I snapped. One second, I was lost in the cold weight of silence—no breath, no wolf, no pulse in my limbs—and the next, I was choking on firelight and blood and the unmistakable scent of home. Darkhaven. Not burned. Not overrun. Still standing. But barely.

Mj’s breathing began to hitch and she was beginning to get dizzy, as the walkers got closer to the cabinet little Mj was hiding in, grown Mj screamed at the same time the small girl burst from under the sink and dove between the two walkers and out into the rain that was now pounding down on the outside world. Zazel grabbed the chains and yanked the walkers backward as the little girl disappeared into the storm, “enough” Zazel grunted as he wrestled with the creatures, “obey your master!” he yelled and the creatures turned on him, as they tried to attack him Zazel roared Mj watched as sharp canines stretched through his gums and his eyes turned bright yellow before he sunk his teeth into one

"Your obsession with other houses' affairs borders on unseemly. Mother would say it's beneath the dignity of a Keltos servant to traffic in common gossip." Despite his chiding tone, his purple eyes glinted with unmistakable interest as he leaned forward. "Fortunately for you, I am not my mother. Tell me everything." Ziska grinned, showing her small pointed teeth. She positioned herself on a stool across from him. "Well, it seems that starting four days ago, dear Mavros Vex Maelis is suffering quite the embarrassment," she began, savoring each word. "He arranged to purchase a human woman from a dwarven caravan. She’s apparently a scholar of some sort.”

Nova’s fingers curled tighter around the journal. Later that night, the house was quiet. The kind of calm that hums with tension just beneath the surface. Nova sat cross-legged on the rug in Damian’s office, the journal now open in her lap. Pages lay scattered around her, some handwritten in English, others in rough Romanian, Damian translated. Between the faded ink and cryptic references, it read like a war map disguised as a memoir. Damian stood over a desk by the window, speaking low into a secure burner phone in Romanian. His voice was taut. Sharp.

Now, I have a chance to see his face. But, I guess the destiny doesn't want that to happen. We're in the midst of darkness and only the light from the moom gives us a fine eye-sight in there. And when he finally faced me, I saw the paired of purple eyes. That eyes... My heart began to pound. #30