All Chapters of The Fated Queen: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

A calm melody drifted through her subconsciousness. The gentle breeze caressed her cool cheeks and whistled sweetly past her ears. It was enough to stir her awake from the depths of her slumber. Lily's eyes fluttered open and met the blanket of stars high above her. She sat up, her fingers brushed across the soft grass around her. Small patches of wildflowers lay scattered about this field she found herself in. As she pushed herself to her feet, her ears picked up on the humming that had invaded her sleep. Her head swiveled to the right and noticed a woman across the field. Though distant, there was this strange warmth and familiarity to her that Lily couldn't put her finger on. Curiosity drew her closer to this stranger. The grass beneath her feet hardly made a sound as she crossed the open field. As she did, her eyes swept this unfamiliar landscape around her. To the far south was the first row of trees into a dark forest. To the north were towering mountains that lined the horizo

Damion lay upon the infirmary bed before her, sickly pale and sweating from a persistent fever. Her eyes continued to drift to the blood-stained bandages around his shoulder. Everything happened so quickly. When Zalakai chopped off his arm with that ominous axe, she couldn't move. Couldn't speak. There was so much blood. His yells muffled before fallen silent as he lost consciousness. Everyone was in a rush, yet time felt still. All of these powerful beings hovered over him, but not one person checked on her. His Mate. Now that everything had calmed down, but her thoughts were in a chaotic mess. Her emotions unstable. All it needed to take was one single phrase. A single word or action for her mind to explode. "Damion!" Her voice rang through the room as the door to the infirmary burst open. Erica's eyes snapped to Lily as she entered the room, her Mate close behind her. Concern lit up her best friend's eyes at the sight of Damion in the bed. Damion stirred ever so slightly at the s

"Do we have to go to?" Myra whined as Lily helped Zylar get into his jacket. "Yes, you do." She told her. "Your father and I would feel better with you three tagging along, and who knows... Maybe you'll make some friends while you're there." Lily looked over at her. "Or a future Mate." "Ew." Myra's face twisted in disgust. "Gross." "Agreed." Jayce added. "Gross indeed." He side eyed Lily. "Don't put thoughts into her head. She's only eleven." "I was only teasing." She mumbled as she zipped up Zyrus's jacket and turned to Sylar. "However, making friends still wouldn't be a bad idea." "Let's make sure that everyone that will be present will be accepting." Aiden said as he, followed by Amira, descended the stairs with their bags in hand. "Just because I gave them a heads-up that we will be arriving with additional guests, doesn't mean they were all too happy about it." "Lymeria is a good peace keeper." Amira stated. "There's also Winston, the Beta." "Although he was pretty a

The tension in the air was sickeningly thick as he, Aiden and Jayce walked the dirt roads of Aiden's community. A Rogue town with no name. Far off the winding path of society. Dante had walked many roads like this one. In every direction, an endless passage. Such was his immortal fate. Immortality. For the longest time, the word was only just a word to him and held no significance. He watched many civilizations rise and fall. Buildings crumbled on either side of him. The sun and moon constantly shifted in the skies, but time remained effortlessly still yet forever moving forward with him. He had all the time at his disposal only for it to be forever wasted on his greedy tendencies and frivolous style of living. But time finally seemed to slow down when he met Willow. His dear, sweet Willow. So youthful and wise with centuries of Magic and knowledge coursing through her veins. Many women had stood before him. Many women have lain beneath him. There was no woman like Willow, however.

Blood dripped from his hands. The deafening silence of the crowd that surrounded him was earsplitting. The mangled corpse of the man lay crumbled at his feet, a pool of dark red blood gathered beneath him. Astonished and fearful gazes peered into him, judging him. "You killed him..." A small child whispered. He peered over at the young girl dressed in dirty rags with her mother standing behind her. Freckles dotted the young girl's cheeks and nose, her dirty red hair a tangled mess, yet relief reflected in her eyes.---"How could you?!" A powerful voice thundered around him, forcing him to his knees. "You killed a mortal!" "I killed an abuser! A molester!" He argued in turn. "That is not your call to make." The voice countered back. He tried to peer up at the commanding presence, but was overwhelmed by the sheer force of it. "You are a Guardian. You are only meant to protect the innocent!" "I protected the child!" He retorted. "I did what I believed was right." "You're an Angel.