Valentine Morgenstern Novels & Stories

On Valentine’s Day, Ethan Scott had a last-minute social engagement and left me home alone. Late at night, I received a message from him, telling me to meet him at a bar. Thinking he had finally remembered me, I rushed out the door, eager to see him. But when I came to the door of the private lounge, the scene before me froze me in place. Taylor Winston straddled Ethan’s lap, her silk camisole slipping from her shoulders, the straps barely clinging to her elbows.

“I know that Ares is still weak from my poison.” “Perhaps,” he says, “but the only one you need to watch out for is the white wolf. She will not be daunted by such things. And the full moon approaches. Do you know what she could do to you?” “I know,” I mutter. “But I won’t let that stop me. I won’t let Valeria stop me.” “Didn’t she almost kill you once during the full moon?” Dimitri asks with a smirk.

“The only thing…that I ever wanted from you…little sister…from anyone…was love and acceptance.” The sorrow in her eyes quickly shifted into anger, and then immediately she began to strike. “Vale, no!” Merari rushed forward with a penetrating power that shoved Valene away from Harlyn, knocking her into the nearby trunk of a tree. Vale in all of her rage, recovered quickly, and immediately rushed her mother. The shadowy mist that moved around her like a simmering, and threatening smoke began to take form into the bat-like creatures. You could hear the flapping of their wings, and immediately, Valene dissipated into them and the swarm rushed forward, slamming into Merari like a ton truck to a h

He smirks as whatever he is going to do with them runs in his mind. The Vampire wanting to feel more like a human walks on the road slowly. He smiles as he remembers how beautiful his Life was until he turned into a blood sucking monster because of a devil named Darcy. The innocence of his has left his heart because of the brutal impact on his heart and his body but then he is missing that innocence in him. He is missing the feeling of being just a human being with no supernatural powers. If given a chance then he would go back to him being a human but then that is not at all possible. He is walking on the road when he feels a fresh human fruity fragrance hit his nose. He sees a beautiful hu

She walked exquisitely, waving her blonde hair and shrugging off a red velvet shiny scarf from her neck and throwing it over the neck of one of the college guys and tugging him towards her. Mesmerized by her elegance and enchanting beauty, boys stopped their quarrel and began to provide her with a way to get in. While passing she looked down at me, glanced at my costume over and scoffed at my presence as she locked arms with one of the college guys. Minerva floquent was a popular blonde in school, dating a college guy and there was nothing about her that was flawed. Her confidence and intelligence never failed to impress me. She always outstood everyone in studies and beauty simultaneously.

Blake had lost his mother to madness, and his goal in the book was to find a cure, so maybe Vera could use that. Valerian was harder. He was a dragon, and dragons wanted one person and did not share. Well, that had already gone out the window. For now, Vera decided to focus on Xen, then possibly Blake. If Valerian did not come along, maybe that was for the best. She had babies to protect, land to claim, people to feed, and one billion coins to make before the story had time to bite her again.

A fantasy she could not search for in the dark because that search would consume her entire soul. Night deepened outside. Valerie returned to her desk with determination. She opened her laptop and typed aggressively. Distraction. She needed distraction. Her phone buzzed again. A message from an unknown number. Your heart is not metal. I felt it. No name. But she knew exactly who sent it. Her hand almost dropped the device. A heat flooded through her body that no cold room could fight. Her breath caught. Why was he not afraid of her. Why did he see the woman she buried under power and pride.

"I was informed you'd be joining us. Please introduce yourself to the class." Anaya stood slowly, her legs trembling. She could feel everyone's eyes on her and it made her nervous. "My name is Ana… Anaya Morgan.” She hated that her voice shook, an obvious sign she was afraid and nervous. "That's all?" The teacher raised an eyebrow. "No mention of your wolf? Your pack? Where you come from?” Kaelen Drake strode into the classroom at that moment. He was tall, broad-shouldered, with dark hair that fell across his forehead and eyes the color of winter frost. His shirt was untucked, his tie loose, his expression cold and dismissive.

he replied smoothly as he approached us. The title was spoken with respect. Not obligation. Respect. He reached for her hands, enclosing them warmly between his own. “I realize Vel hasn’t properly introduced us yet. You are?” She lifted her chin, gathering what remained of her dignity. Though her eyes were red and swollen, there was still grace in her posture. “Lady Morgan,” she answered softly. “I’m Lady Morgan Storm.” Valentino nodded thoughtfully, then gave her a sincere smile. “The beautiful mother of our beautiful wife and Luna,” he said. “Thank you for bringing her into this world. We are truly grateful.”

The supreme dark-priest asked. “I will.” Veronica said with pride hinted on her voice. “Will you honor the duty and responsibilities that it will take you to be Queen, and do you do so willingly take this crown as yours?” The supreme dark-priest once again asked. “I will, and do so willingly what it takes to be Queen.” Veronica answered once more. “Then I declare you,” the supreme dark-priest said and she place the crown on the top of Veronica’s head, “Veronica Lorraine Glaiza Elizabeth Vane, The Queen of Dexo Fernia.” The crown was placed above Veronica’s head.