Valentine Morgenstern Novels & Stories

Elara squeezed his hand—reassuring. “Nico,” she said quietly, “this is Celeste Valentina Morau. She’s the one who approved your admission here. Along with Dr. Veyra.” It hit him like a punch. Celeste Morau. The Daywalker. The Blood Wizard. The Storm Queen. The woman who’d dragged half a battlefield to safety during the Swarm War while Swarm drones screamed overhead. The legend who’d walked in daylight when no other vampire could. The one who’d stared down the Vampire King himself and made him blink first.

So tired that I just wanted to sleep for eternity. The steam was filling the room in a wet cloud. I morphed the clouds into animals having them float around the room. I smiled as a raven swooped around made just of clouds. Such a beautiful bird it was... A knock sounded from the door. I closed my eyes not moving to open it. “Valerie open the door or I am coming in.” Justin spoke. My mind was elsewhere. I would probably never leave this castle. Jumping out the window may be better than fighting against fate. If I was lucky the wind would catch me and bring me far away to safety. Far far away.

He was heartbroken when Xyrra married her mate, Alpha Ryker - Alpha of the Ethereal pack. 2. VALeriya Sinclair - female MC - she is the daughter of Alpha Damien Sinclair of the Night Walkers. “Something” happened which resulted in her being sold to the whorehouse to pay her family’s debt. She received the Goddess Gift from the Moon Goddess Selene which allows her to re-live her life once again starting one week before her 21st birthday.

Illuminated by the rays, the ghost orchid floated there, white and quivering, where it had been waiting all along. I see a girl. She is lying beneath a field of stars. She is wishing, wishing she were high above the earth, an explosion from a millennium ago, that she were as white and untouchable as that. A young man lies beside her. He is pure beauty, his features finely wrought, his body sculpted from marble. His eyes are supernovas; nothing escapes them. They are lovers, yes. She loves him. But in a truer sense, she is his prisoner. The thing that binds her is this terrible void she has inside, a sick fear that he is the only home she will ever know. And this is enough.

She giggled to herself, " Yuki was right. A new story has begun. I wonder what color flower they bloomed." Yuki was already by the plum tree situated on the Divine land. The tree that was naked with its flower on the ground a day ago was now blooming again with new flowers. The flowers that bloomed were of a different colors. The tree that always grew white flowers had purple flowers grown in the middle of winter. Yuki was admiring the flowers and the tree, "This color of love seems beautiful yet sad. If only this love could end beautifully..." The purple flowers that were grown had started falling from the tree again.

"You're not Rita and you can never be like her. You're not evil, you're not a freak, you're not heartless, you're not a bitch and neither is any history repeating itself again." 'You're Lauren, my future wife, the love of my life and the Queen of my heart. You're peanut's mom and the mother of our future children." "You're selfless, loving, Gorgeous, hardworking, determined, talented, funny, cute and above all, you're the most amazing person I've ever known."

Alex concluded. "Sir, this is the first time you are playing with a woman's feelings. Hermes loved her since the day he saw Mrs. Anastasia." Alex stopped typing as he heard that. "Do not trouble the woman whom he loved until his last breath. He will never forgive you for that," Stavros firmly said.

“Not anymore. I'm not the helpless broken Luna anymore. Now I'm not letting myself be used by anyone and that includes you, Alpha Damian!’’ She was going wild, looking around for something else to smash. She was losing control to whatever force had possessed her, and it was flat-out going to get really ugly if she wasn’t brought under control immediately. “Veronica Grimston!’’ I yelled, losing my own nerves as sharp pain stung deep in my leg. The shattered vase spared some broken pieces in my flesh and stirred a fresh flow of blood when Ruth only just tended to it three hours ago. The silver goddess froze. Silenced. Shocked. She blinked repeatedly, slowly portraying traits of normality. “How

“That’s ridiculous.” "It's not,” I say. “I am Valerie Manchester. I was married to Sebastian Vairmont, Alpha of Bloodcrest. I shifted for the first time right after my delivery in this pack.” “Valerie,” she gasps. “How on earth do you look so different?" “This is Mireya’s doing.”

“I thought you were Aislen Carter…” “I am,” Aislen assured her. “I changed my name legally three years ago to Morgana. It’s saves confusion in Havermouth if I use Aislen.” “Well, you have an admirer,” Lauren observed handing the roses and teddy over. “With expensive taste." “Hmm,” Aislen buried her face into the roses. “Would you believe me if I told you this was my first-time getting flowers from a lover?” “I would, sadly,” Lauren replied. “Many of my customers are women buying their own flowers because they never get given them. The only time I see men in my store is when it’s Valentines, or they’ve forgotten a birthday and need a last-minute present, or…”