Monarch Of Evernight Novels & Stories

did I grant immortality to them? Is this the true power of a Necromancer?! I finally realised the true potential of my class. How could anyone stop me if I used it right? [Monarch's blessing(Epic): "The monarch grants immortality". All followers are immortal unless the host runs out of mana or died] I had assumed as much. This has given me a reason to focus on my INT stat more. My summoning power increases as my mana increases. [1 mana will be consumed every time a summoned died]

He strolled to the foot of the dais. "Your Highness," Bryson said, bowing low. His voice was hoarse, defeated. Deacon merely inclined his head, waiting. Bryson looked up, his eyes travelling past Deacon's stern, imposing figure and landing on me. There was no lust, no longing, just a profound, haunting clarity. "I asked to come before you one last time," Bryson began, his voice surprisingly steady. "I have already resigned my title as Alpha of the Moonstone Pack and transferred my duties to Luna Elara, effective immediately. I am leaving the Kingdom."

I will wear this smile when I see her again. "As the full moon has ascended, so had the moon of Blackmoon pack! Please welcome the sovereign ruler of Blackmoon Pack, the owner of the pack's seal and treasury, the guardian of the seven moons and the king of the Alpha council of all twenty eight werewolf counties! Welcome, Alpha Cole Knight and his Luna!" I conveniently ignored the last part as I stepped onto the spotlight on top of the spiral stairs. My patience was too short tonight to pretend to be able to stand the visceral reaction I felt whenever Sylvia was within ten feet of me.

" Evelyn walked over to Clara, dipping her silver fingers into the golden chalice of sacred glacial water. She gently reached out, pressing a soft mark onto the newborn infant's forehead. "By the divine frost of the Northern Keepers, by the ancient void-shadow of the Surface Alpha Kings, and by the eternal flame of the Dragon Core," Evelyn proclaimed, "I present to the realm the Firstborn Prince of the Midnight Empire!" Dominic took a half-step forward, his broad hand sliding from Clara's waist to gently rest over their son's small back. He looked down at the infant, his molten grey eyes softening into pure, unadulterated fatherly devotion.

His voice was cold and it held a promise. "I, Hazel Del Mundo, swear my allegiance to you, the Lycan prince of Black Waters kingdom. I promise to be loyal, to follow the Kingdom's rules and obey them." I looked him deep in the eyes as I swore my allegiance to him and he looked back at me, his face void of any emotions. He didn't say anything, instead, he turned his head to Monalisa. It was her turn to swear her allegiance to him. "I, Monalisa Hernandez, swear my allegiance to you, the Lycan prince of Black Waters kingdom. I promise to be loyal, follow the Kingdom's rules and obey them."Monalisa said, the prince turned around and walked away without saying anything.

I spun to find an old woman in a deep violet hood standing in the doorway. “Who are you?” “I am Vesska, the royal oracle. Listen to me; you are the only one who can stop him!” “I don’t know how!” Panic and fear tangled inside me until my eyes stung. “I have no power to make the King stop killing his people.” She shook her head. “You are the only reason he hasn’t already torn the entire palace apart. Tonight, his primal wave reaches its peak. Every Lycan King experiences it once a month, a phase where they lose all control and become a monster that doesn’t even recognize its blood.”

He fucked her like she was the last thing he’d ever hold, hands bruising, mouth worshipping and wrecking her in the same breath. When they were done, they didn’t separate. The alarms screamed, the Tower shook, but there was only the two of them—tangled, marked, indivisible. Domenik pressed his forehead to hers. “There’s only ever been one crown in this city.” Eirwen smiled, savage and true. “And it’s ours.” Footsteps hammered down the corridor. Wolves, survivors, or worse. Domenik picked up his gun, handed her the drive. “We finish this together.”

"You look shorter. Fighting with Abbadon used too much power, huh?" The Monarch used too much power to shatter the Sword of the Doombringer and Abbadon's soul to stop her from reincarnating again. That was why the Monarch's height seemed shrunk a bit. Mira doubted it would last long. After all, the Outer being's homeworld was a pool of power. He could replenish his power in no time. "You said you wanted to destroy my homeworld," The Monarch said. "Why did you stop?"

Maybe she can answer my questions about Pryce since she has mentioned killing someone. "Oh, is that so? Why a "king" but it's a "her"?" I asked her curiously. It almost makes sense to me now. "My father, King Alcatraz, the former Rightful King and ruler of the werewolves, was killed more than five hundred years ago during the Super Blue Blood Moon. And now, his soul is inside a human girl who is the one they are going to kill so that the throne will stay with King Damien. She will have her awakening during the Super Blue Blood Moon that only happens once every six hundred years, and it will happen this full moon." She explained, and this really is all making sense now.

I was nervous that dad might be able to read my mind but if I don't make a plan then I am as good as dead the moment I step outside. I tried to get some sleep as I waited for midnight to come. My heart finally calmed down as I drifted off to a deep slumber. The scene that was in front of me changed. Gone was the boy who always wailed. There was a man sitting on the throne and he was staring straight into my eyes. My heart pounded. He was beautiful. His eyes are as red as blood, it was glowing. "Our prince is now crowned as our Lycan king. I present to all of you, the Lycan King Endrée Zion Calder. All hail to the Lycan king!" the man who crowned him proclaimed delightfully. The crowd cheered