Monarch Of Evernight Novels & Stories

Nyra Virellion “…and he actually called me a monster for how I finished all his tasks! He barely compliments anyone, so that felt amazing today!” I was chatting away with Vaerith, curled up on the couch in my big room. The lights were off and the doors locked tight. We talked for hours into the night. He didn’t seem to mind me worrying endlessly about his upcoming events— the big annual festival for all werewolves and lycans. It’s this symbolic celebration where we seek blessings from the Moon Goddess.

Every vampire in the hall shot to their feet, bowing as one. They bowed deeply. Even the proudest elders lowered their heads, their bodies trembling from the Monarch's sheer presence. I turned, holding my breath. Caspian Blackwood stood at the entrance to the hall. The legendary Monarch was more breathtaking than I could have imagined. He was carved from sin and shadow, a fallen god in the flesh. Long black hair fell loosely around his shoulders. His deep, dark-gold eyes seemed to see through everything.

In his opinion, having a receptionist here would probably speed things up a little. "Ann Nocturne, formerly Ann Veritas, Crown Princess and heir to the Alpha Throne." She answered loudly. Although she sounded confident and calm, inside, she felt completely different about this whole situation. Even Maeve was agitated inside of her, pacing relentlessly eager for the whole thing to be over. "And who is with you, child?" A different, softer voice called out. "My husband and mate, Adam Nocturne, Alpha of the Dark Moon Pack.". Ann answered again in the same tone as before.

I said, extending my hand. She didn’t take it. Her head dipped a little though, and she curtsied. “Lady Everheart is deeply religious,” Monroe said to me, leaning in a little. “She follows the old ways; even her real name is sacred, only revealed in full to her closest family and her future mate. Her face must remain hidden behind the veil, even from her mate, until the day she dies.”

His voice didn’t just echo in the air it echoed in my bones, in my soul. “You were never meant to exist, Emily.” My heart clenched. “What?” I whispered, the word barely audible over the silence. He extended a hand, and between us appeared a swirling orb of cosmic light and shadow within it, images danced like fragmented memories: the Moon Goddess crying into a sea of stars, Merlin sealing a spell with trembling hands, and…me. A baby wrapped in silver light, born from a rift that should never have opened. “You are a cosmic anomaly,” the Monarch murmured. “The prophecy was never about you saving the world it was about you deciding it.”

The kind of man who looked like he might steal your coin or your heart with equal ease, then apologize with a laugh that made you forgive him. Both wore their marks unseen beneath dark tunics, but I could *feel* them. Vibrating. I'm answering mine. The steward stepped forward, voice carrying. “Announcing Crown Prince Kael Nightveil and Second Prince Rian Nightveil, heirs of the Nightveil Pack,” he intoned. “And Her Highness Lyris Aria Mooncrest, Princess of Mooncrest.” Every time my full name left his mouth, the bond between us hummed, like the call of my blood bouncing off theirs.

"Do you know how long I've waited for this moment? How long my kind has hidden in the shadows while yours strutted in the light, pretending the world belonged to you?" I bared my teeth, claws dripping blood. I refused to give him the satisfaction of answering. He chuckled. "Allow me to introduce myself, since history will carve my name into your grave. I am Monohue Kjignawt, the night incarnate, heir of the Crimson Line, sovereign of the deathless." H lifted his chin with pride. "And I am the one who will see your kind burned out of this world until the last wolf howls his final breath."

Linda is just a small powerless worm, not unlike Mona and Nathan. "I was not expecting that either" Mona replied feeling angry on Dane and Kyra. The fact that even Mona is the daughter of the witch queen and an year older than Kyra was not lost on her, or Nathan. But despite this Kyra was choosen as the next queen, making Mona jealous. "Help me out. I will go talk to mom" Mona muttered. Nathan knows he shouldn't. Especially with the Alpha king still in the pack. But Mona is his lover, whom he had to watch day and night with Dane. He is not about to let her die here.

As a result, when we got back home, Reive settled himself on the sofa, near the fire, and I started to walk back and forth, biting my nails and blushing under his mocking look. “You are the Undead King, aren’t you?” I gasped, stopping and holding wide my arms. “You’re Reive Eridanus Castro-Firel! The ruler of Aldenor, overthrown seven hundred years ago!” The necromancer grimaced, but didn’t stop smiling, “Little one, let’s not speak about this: ‘overthrown ruler’ and all that blah-blah-blah. Yeah, I’m the Undead King. Yeah, the very one who lived seven hundred years ago”.

"In the darkness there's light, the Underworld has come to life. Human bows to death, Souls were tied by a thread. Fated to live together, their love was sacred forever. Gazes by the amethyst eyes, rays of silver lights. The beauty marks its back, A moon in a form of black. Born in the east of the Ruler, destined to meet this lover. The darkness has found its light, shining on its day so bright. The one who she vowed with, the epitome of the strongest wind. The Monarch's center moon in the cosmos, bestowed to stay with him in this chaos." I held my breath as I call the system from my headspace. "What's happening?" It seems like he's also panicking with the sudden change of plot.