Monarch Of Evernight Novels & Stories

The ghost of the frightened, unwanted omega had vanished into the mountain wind. Draven reached out, his bare hand cupping my cold cheek with devastating, reverent tenderness. "The cut was clean, my Queen," Draven murmured, his thumb stroking my cheekbone. "The line is ended," I replied, leaning my head against his armored shoulder for a single, grounding heartbeat. "House Evernight has fallen." Rho strode over through the snow, carrying a heavy leather courier satchel stamped with the imperial wax seal of the capital. He had taken it directly from Lord Evernight’s fallen horse.

He said, “After that, I went back to see Sam. Then, Internal Affairs’ Chase Gardner began to oppress Wyvern Peak and stopped the supplies coming into Wyvern Peak. In the end, I dissolved Wyvern Peak and stayed dormant for half a year before reassembling it. We stormed into Novemton, eliminated Chase, and overthrew the monarch. The current monarch is Reagan Nave’s daughter, Crystal Nave.” “Crystal?” asked Gloria in surprise. “Yes.” Gloria said, “Crystal and I were in the military school together, and we were close for a little over three months. So it turns out she became the monarch.” Adrian said, “In my opinion, Crystal is the only person capable of holding the post. After she took the posi

"Still as suspicious as your father was. Fine. Let’s not waste time with small talk. You know about the treaty with the Lycan King?" "Everyone does," I said. "The border packs send their daughters to the royal court as... hostages. Concubines." "Exactly," Gideon said, leaning forward. "To ensure our loyalty. The King’s envoy arrives tomorrow to collect our contribution. And you, Serenity, are going to represent Moonlake Crest." The air left my lungs in one sharp gasp. I stared at him. "The treaty says the Alpha's oldest daughter goes. That's Sienna."

Beneath crystal chandeliers, nobles mingled and raised their glasses, celebrating the "perfect match." Julian stood in the hallway, listening through the half-open door to Chloe’s room. "I'm so brilliant!" Chloe was bragging to a few human friends. "That high-and-mighty Elena is suffering in the Evernight Empire right now!" "Really? I heard the Evernight Monarch is terrifying," one of the girls whispered. "Terrifying is good!" Chloe laughed. "She deserves it! She lorded her bloodline over me her whole life. Now we'll see who's truly miserable!"

Not being able to keep her safe once meant making up for it the rest of his life. "I'm glad I stumbled into one of the traditions they left you. What brought you two down here tonight, though?" Their faces looked like she'd poured hornets on their heads. Raegan swiped the empty pie dish and got up. "See you both tomorrow." She couldn't get out of the kitchen fast enough. "What's going on?" Violet asked. Eden sighed. "There are only four High Monarchs left, including me. They're scared—as they should be. Curzon is on our doorsteps."

With a careful push, the locket clicked open, revealing an ancient script engraved inside. Damien leaned in, eyes narrowing. “That’s not just any language. That’s Royal Bloodscript—the language of the werewolf monarchy.” Eve’s breath hitched. The monarchy her mother once ruled. She swallowed. “Can you read it?” Damien traced the symbols with his fingers, translating aloud. "To my daughter, the last heir. When the time comes, you will know who to trust. The traitor walks in the shadows of the ones you love." Eve’s blood ran cold.

I muttered as I stared at the knocked out Olivia, Carmel who had long passed and the broken and cracked wall. “ How strong was she to push me that hard?? ” I whispered as I stared at the wall which I slammed into almost breaking. Then I started back at my ruined shirt which had a red hand print and… “ Ice??? ” ‘ Look like she's the Apostle of Northern Deity ’ Hunter hummed. “ How… Wait, Noah Chris??? ” I paused realizing something and stared at her wide-eyed. Shit just got real. “ Wait is Olivia actually the daughter of the Monarch of the North?!?! ”

Not the one the elders whispered about. The monster beneath monsters. “The fuck…” I choked out. “Draven, the King of the Underworld Monarch.” His voice shook the room. Damien and Riven paused. I froze in his grasp. Then he lifted me higher, squeezing my ribs until it hurt. “You need to stop,” he barked at him. “Or I snap her neck.” My breath caught. Damien landed on the ground hard, his chest heaving—but not a scratch on him. That should’ve comforted me.

His muscles flexed under his tight shirt and his jaw tightened. "Do you really believe that the only reason I keep you here is because of your parents? I am Damion Night I don't do anything for anyone unless it benefits me and my family. Think about that the next time you want to kill one of my guards and try and run away." With that he turned his back on me and stalked out of the basement.

As the blood moon reached its zenith, casting the entire garden in vivid crimson, King Alaric raised his goblet. “To my daughter and her consort,” he declared, voice carrying across the garden. “To the new era of Valros — bound in shadow, bound in blood.” The guests cheered. Raven looked at Victoria — her wife — under the blood moon, and felt something settle deep in her chest. She was no longer running. She was no longer alone. She was home. And tonight, under the crimson sky, two princesses — the Necromantress and the Blood Princess — had begun their forever.