Se connecterWhen a Queen in an Ivory mask, with hidden secrets and a man of mystery met, an uncontrollable heat and passion overwhelmed them both. Queen Anastasia of the North Kingdom, is a woman with dark secrets, widely known as the most voluptuous yet sadist, Wolf Queen of the North, whose real face was hidden inside an ivory wolf’s mask. It became her marque. Her sexual desires and satisfaction are being ruled by a unique condition called voyeurism. No man could ever arouse her. From the South Kingdom, Rodwartem, a man of mystery too, who has been thrown into the sea during infancy and rose to fame as the deadly warrior of the South, heard about the Wolf Queen and his interest rose greatly. He vowed to meet her and expose her identity, so he volunteered as a decoy when the South‘s Lycan King planned to conquer the North. Would Rodwartem be able to fulfill his intention and the South Kingdom conquer the North through him, or he would fail just like the other men who tried to outwit the Wolf Queen in an ivory mask? In the end, would a story full of dark moments, lust, greed, pride, hatred, and evilness be ruled by love?
Voir plusANASTACIAThe heavy mahogany doors of my bedchamber stood before us like a final boundary. I walked through the threshold, the train of my silk gown hissing against the floor, but I did not dismiss him. Not yet. The air between us was so thick with tension that it felt as though the very oxygen had turned into a volatile mist, waiting for a single spark to ignite.I turned to face him, the ivory mask feeling like a leaden weight. Rodwar stood in the doorway, the golden light from the hallway casting his shadow long and predatory across the plush rugs of my room. He didn’t wait for an invitation. He stepped inside and closed the doors, the click of the latch sounding like a heartbeat in the silence."You are a long way from the garden, Rodwar," I said, my voice vibrating with a false coldness."The garden was merely a prelude," he replied. He moved toward me with a slow, deliberate stride. Each step he took seemed to shrink the room, drawing the walls in until there was nothing left bu
ANASTACIAThe weight of the ivory mask against my skin was both a shield and a cage. From my throne, I looked down upon the evening court, my features frozen in a snarl of hand-carved bone, while my mind was a tempest of memories and blood. To the lords and sycophants below, I was the Wolf Queen of the North—voluptuous, sadistic, and untouchable. They did not know that beneath this marquess of ivory lay the soul of Anastasia, a girl whose family was slaughtered, dwelling in the body of a princess who had been too broken to live.Only Elara, my faithful nanny, knew the face I hid. To everyone else, I was a mystery that commanded fear.But as my gaze drifted to the periphery of the room, I felt that familiar, magnetic pull. Rodwar. He stood among the shadows, his honey-colored eyes fixed on me with a terrifying intensity. He didn't look at me with the bowed head of a servant; he looked at me as if he were trying to peel back the layers of my very soul. He had tried so many times to glimp
ANASTACIA“Your Highness, should I go now? Do you still need something?” Rodwar broke the silence that persisted within my sealed lips.I shook my head. “Nothing more. You can go.” I made it a point that I sound cold and disinterested, although deep within I could feel his presence overwhelming my whole senses. His scent was like an aphrodisiac that was starting to heat up my body.The next few days were a blur of seemingly carefully orchestrated encounters. Rodwar, seemed to pretend to be oblivious to my icy demeanor towards him and continued his subtle advances. He started leaving a single tulip on my pillow, its red color in contrast to the white linen of my beddings. Sometimes, he would hum a low, haunting melody while collecting my plate, the silver spoon, and fork after I ate. The sound was weaving its way into my thoughts long after he left the room. Every time, he would subtly adjust the temperature in my room, in my chambers, or even in my office, ensuring a comfortable wa
ANASTACIAI walked towards my room’s window and stared out at the sprawling gardens of the palace. The different kinds and colors of flowers, meticulously planted therein, seemed to mock the colorless landscape of my heart. Rodwartem… The name echoed in my mind, a forbidden melody I desperately tried to silence. He was everything I despised, and dared not give attention, if I could – warm, persistent, undeniably attractive. Ahh, Rodwartem, my new special Butler. “Why do your features keep on haunting me? I should keep my distance from you, lest you be the death of me.”Such a decision in my mind had been made deliberately, a cruel act of self-preservation. Keeping him away from me, was the only way to ensure I wouldn't succumb to the dangerous pull I felt towards him. I, Queen Anastacia, known throughout the kingdom for my iron will and heartless demeanor, couldn't afford weakness. Especially not for a man like Rodwartem.His arrival broke the peacefulness within my heart. I m












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