Valentine Morgenstern Novels & Stories

Then a photo popped up. A close-up of a study. Dim lighting. A mahogany desk. A glass of dark red liquid. And right in the center, an open ancient parchment book. My fingers froze over the keyboard. My smile died. The blood drained from my face, leaving my limbs freezing cold. Stamped on the cover of that book was a dark gold crest. A snake eating its own tail, with a bleeding ruby for an eye. The Ouroboros crest of the Valerius vampire clan.

Mrs. Willow's expression shifted to one of concern as she replied, "Pascal, you're still fixated on those who wanted you dead?" Valentine Anderson's brow furrowed deeply in frustration – this was not the acknowledgment he had hoped for. With a chill in his voice, he corrected her, "Don't call me that. My name is Valentine Anderson." Unperturbed by his frosty demeanor, Mrs. Willow casually slid a series of photographs across the table. Upon seeing the contents, Valentine's eyes widened in sheer disbelief. He rubbed his eyes as if to clear them from a trick of the light, but the images remained unchanged.

I heard Roger finally speak with the crossbow on his hands. “Stop!” Roger warned the man loudly. “Give her to me.” The man’s low voice burrowed into my heart with his scent. Author’s POV Valentine was walking alone along the roadside of the Dead Forest the moonlight reflected on his body, revealing his long cyan hair that fluttered gently with the wind he was on his way back home when suddenly, “Hm…? Humans..” He noticed a group of cargos moving in a row along the bumpy road of the Dead Forest.

"Eliana birthed Valerina, the small beautiful girl with golden eyes and hair... I was the first one to hold her in my hands... I was there with her, that time I didn't know what she has done to Serenity." Robert recalled the memories. "Valerina wasn't human, she inherited all the powers of Eliana... Her little fingers could control the fire even before knowing what fire is... Her laugh could make the life around her bloom... Her cry could make the sky dark... We all know that she is going to be a powerful witch once she grows up but Eliana didn't want that... She was so selfish that she wanted to be the one and only powerful witch in the world... Serenity was already out of her way after tur

Elira leaned in, whispering quickly as though even saying their names too loudly could bring trouble. “ The girl in the middle is Cressida Vale, a dragonkin sorceress with blazing crimson hair and molten-gold eyes. Known for breathing sparks when angry. Damien’s girlfriend. Ruthless, manipulative, always two steps ahead”. “Beside her by the right is Lura Duskbane, a vampire enchantress with long raven-black hair and lips the color of fresh blood. She has the ability to cloud minds and lure secrets from anyone. Cold and cruel.”

“Always have. I didn’t need to steal him. I just made sure he saw me. That’s all. I reminded him what it was like to be wanted.” Victoria let her stare rest flat and neutral. “He came to me eventually. The bond faded. Love beat destiny, or whatever poetic nonsense people believe. And the girl? She came to the ceremony. Just stood there like a ghost. What was her name…” Victoria’s hand went still around her fork. “C-something. Collette? No. Cressida? No…” Blair snapped her fingers. “Celeste. That’s it! Pretty name. Made me think of stars. Tragic, though. She just wasn’t meant for him.”

When, he looked around, and he using the memory of his researches he remembers about his researches that both Circe and Vandal Savage were bisexual. Now, he thought otherwise of Morgana, she was as perverted and invasive as they were. Everything he gathered and the information he obtained, what he investigated over the centuries, about Magic to June Moon e, Morgana, Circe, Trigon and Vandal, to which he had several lovers of various genders and so it would not be news if at some point he would want a steady relationship. Well, to be honest, he discovered that Morgana lived in Avalon, there was no lack of men and women at her feet and she must take advantage of that.

The clock on the wall reads 3:07 AM when the door creaks open. I stir, blinking against the dim glow of the fireplace as heavy boots echo across the marble floors. Then I see him. And my drowsiness vanishes. Valentine strides in like something out of a gothic fever dream, long coat dusted with grime, moonlight trailing him through the open doorway. But it’s not his dramatic entrance that has me bolting upright. It’s the girl in his arms.

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I opened it and read the first page. This is a story about a sorceress who was exiled because of studying black magic, her desire to preserve youth prompted her to kill young women and children. She sacrifices many of them so that she can have eternal youth. I have also read books like this several times when I was traveling. As I kept turning the page, the name of this sorceress was mentioned. Lucinda. Where did this book come from? There is no author written so I don't know who did the work.