Romans & histoires Monarch Of Evernight

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

"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.

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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.

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.