My Midnight Moonlight Valentine (Vampire’s Romance #1) Read Online J.J. McAvoy

Categories Genre: Fantasy/Sci-fi, Magic, Paranormal, Romance, Vampires, Witches Tags Authors: Series: Vampire's Romance Series by J.J. McAvoy
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Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 122946 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 615(@200wpm)___ 492(@250wpm)___ 410(@300wpm)
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“That is why the Omeron will not stop. They believe—”

“You wiccans have been proclaiming this prophecy since the beginning of the first age.” Rhea interrupted him. “Do you all truly believe that such a powerful witch is among us? How could we even hold such a being captive? Spare me your myths and prophecies, wiccan, for they have never made sense.”

With that she turned her back on him and began to walk forward. Melora took my arm, guiding me through the iron doors, even as he kept yelling like the end of days were coming. Even still, I couldn’t help but look back at him. Pelopia stood as two other vampires did something to him, causing him to all but collapse. I listened for his heartbeat, and there was one, thankfully. The iron doors shut behind us before I could see where they had taken him. Feeling a slight jab to my side, my gaze shifted to Melora, but she kept her eyes forward, doing the same I came face to face with Rhea, a deep frown on her lips.

“What trouble have you brought to our doorstep, daughter?”

I had no idea.

Chapter 33

“His greatest fear is the Omeron,” Rhea told all of us, everyone now home again. “He did not wish to say it, but it is clear they were the ones that attacked them.”

We were in the library only because Sigbjørn had come here first. He moved throughout it in search of something. What? We weren’t sure. However, it didn’t stop anyone from talking as if they were not at all curious. Everyone but Theseus, who held on to my hand and said nothing, continued on speaking. Theseus watched his father move between the rows.

“So, witches are attacking witches now?” Atarah questioned.

“Witches have always attacked each other,” Arsiein replied, his demeanor calm, and yet the concern on his freckled face was clear. “However, for one of the Vyara to be so fearful of one coven that they even replaced us as his greatest fear is not something we should ignore.”

“It’s not something we should be overly concerned about either, brother. They are one coven. We are Thorbørns,” Ulrik scoffed and shifted to lean his back on Melora for no other reason than to bug her. “Besides aren’t these witches the same ones that were spellbound and powerless? You fought them and defeated them, did you not, Theseus?”

“Theseus doesn’t remember. Druella undid the battle.” Melora pushed his head with her two fingers.

Ulrik rolled his baby blue eyes and looked at me. “However, before you did so, he won, did he not, Dru?”

When did he start calling me Dru?

“Yeah. I mean, I don’t know if you’d call it a victory. He was poisoned by one of the enchanted snakes,” I replied.

Ulrik frowned like I had let him down. “That would hardly hurt him even if it were severe. Theseus could cut off his arm, and he’d be whole and well within the day.”

“That is not the point,” spoke Hinrik. “The point is they felt Druella’s magic. For all we know, every time she uses magic, they can feel it. And now, they want her because of it. Whether they know it’s her or not is unclear, but they’re willing to kill the head witches of other covens merely for trying to negotiate with us over her.”

“There is nothing to negotiate. She is our sister!” Ulrik snapped, and I smiled a bit.

“Again, missing the point,” Hinrik muttered, now annoyed with him.

“I understand the point. Do not talk to me as if I’m an idiot. I’m just beyond your conversation.” Ulrik growled. “The Omeron coven wants Dru. They might not know it’s Dru, but they want her. And the answer is no. What is the worry of saying no? That they will seek to attack, too? I dare them. They shall die. Which is why I say we should not concern ourselves.”

“They are using the old prophecy of the goddess Circe.” Hinrik actually looked ready to fight his twin brother. “To go to such extremes as that is not without pondering! At the very least, we should seek to know why they want a witch so badly that they would kill other witches to get her.”

“What if she really is the only daughter of Circe?” Atarah asked causing them all to look at her. “What? It is odd she can still do magic?”

“It would be even more odd for the destroyer of vampires to be vampire.” Melora commented. “Magic aside she is a vampire. The old prophecy of Circe claims that a witch shall be born of magic beyond all magic. When the era of weeping and darkness is upon us, she will uplift the sun in one hand and the crush night with the other. She shall bring about the end of this world and usher in another…does she look the least bit interest in that?” Melora added nodding to me causing them all to glance over.


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