Roxelana Novels & Stories

Cristiano had been doing his own research behind Zoe’s back, and he encountered a specific name that popped up multiple times - Magdalena Moonshadow. Magdalena Moonshadow, a mystical and revered figure, was rumored to possess ancient wisdom and unparalleled knowledge of the supernatural realms. She was said to have lived in seclusion, deep within the heart of the enchanted forest, where she communed with nature and delved into the secrets that transcended ordinary understanding. Whispers spoke of her powers to communicate with spirits, decipher cryptic prophecies, and provide guidance to those who sought her wisdom. Her age was unknown, for time seemed to bend around her, leaving her eternal

Rolex. “She will act as the Luna of the pack only when she gains her senses, right? Alpha Gabriel doesn’t seem to be worried about Lara at all. He was busy pleasing the Alpha King, and now he has another plan already. He will drop you off at the city, and for crossing the eastern end of the island, he will have to wage a war against Alpha Amelia. All the processes might be time-consuming, and I am afraid that Lara might lose her life due to his carelessness. This is the last chance I am giving him, and if he fails to do anything for my daughter, then I will myself approach the witch for the antidote, which is in the form of rare scorpion venom.” Mrs. Rolex complained.

Alyona said as soon as her mother answered the phone. “ Come by the house, darling; I’m home," she replied, slipping from her cup of tea. “ And no one knew? All alone?” She bombarded her with questions. “ I’m not alone; I have a new staff. The house isn’t lonely without you guys anymore,” Xara shrugged. "Fine, Mama, I’ll be there shortly. I’m just a few blocks away." "Alright, baby, be safe," she said, ending the call. “ Rita, can you quickly make sausage-hash brown casserole for myself and my daughter with a side of pine-ginger smoothie?” Xara asked her to cook as soon as the call ended.

I know this feeling; it was the same feeling I felt meeting my great-grandparents at their estate—familiarity. “Finally, I’m meeting you in the flesh. Raise your head, young lass, and let me see your face.” With genuine excitement, she leaned closer, and with her index finger, she lifted my chin to meet her mauve eyes before introducing herself. “Ah, I see the resemblance with my dear cousin Kathalina. I’m Iolana Blanche, the previous vampire council Elder and the Elder Heiress of the Monte Cruz.” “I’m Roxanne Orlok Salazar.” I calmly returned the favor. It was obvious; that she was more relaxed than Ceres.

The woman leaned forward with the slightest clink of chains. “I suppose it’s been years,” she said. “And I was executed.” Alessia finally stepped closer. The woman smiled wider. “Hello, Alessia,” she purred. “You look just like your mother at that age.” Kael froze. “Her… mother?” Rian made a strangled noise. “N-no… that can’t… she can’t be—” The woman bowed her head slightly. “I am Selene Endymion,” she said elegantly. “Former Solaris General, an Advisor to the High Monarch, a War criminal, and a Traitor.”

The twins, Corrine, and Flynn named after Selene’s mother, and Bastien’s best friend, who sadly passed away, were splitting images of Bastien. They both had the same beachy blonde hair and blue eyes. It made Selene smile looking between the two of them. She was proud of all her children. Sheryl was working on her career as an artist; she also has a strong goal of protecting Volana wolves from

Blown away by the beautiful arrangement of dresses. As they walked in, her eyes settled on a dress, and for a full minute, she didn’t look away. “That’s the seventh edition of the Astra Veil from the House of CẾLESTE NOIR.” The brunette stepped in front of her, running her fingers through the sleek dress that caught the light with a soft opalescent shimmer. “We have seven of these in the world. This is the only one in Morvane. Do you want to take it?”

Then Magdalena rented some old car so that getting around would be easier for her. Sona really was at home. Her way of life was written all over her face. She smelled of alcohol and cigarettes and was dressed in cheap, vulgar clothes. Aunt Tamia was awake too, but she could not get out of bed. Tamia was very happy to see Sara, but the same could not be said about Sara, she was frightened. Age had made Tamia’s deformity even worse. The poor woman was horrible to look at, but she was still the one Magdalena loved most in her family. More precisely, she did not love anyone else at all.

I tried my best to settle her down and sooth her as the burning jealousy ramped up in my gut. “Come now Rosalie, we can be friend can we not?” Estelle finally speaks up. Her speech heavily accented. If I had to guess, I would say she hailed from Germany, or Prussia as it is currently known. She holds her hand out to me, her eyes open wide, and her face tilted slightly forward, making herself seem innocent to the world. I knew better. This woman was my greatest rival. You could see plainly she hoped to steal Alexander for herself and viewed me as a threat.

Romantic! I admired them before reading the little white card that was tucked between two roses."For my Maid of Honour."I smiled, but that quickly turned to a sigh. At least I can always rely on Carmen to get me flowers. It's sweet of her. Mason walked out of the master suite holding Penelope."Who are they from?" "From a secret admirer. Are you jealous?"I joked. "No, I'm not jealous. I've no reason to be."He put Penelope down and picked up a suitcase. "Whoever they're from they clearly don't know you."