All Chapters of Orphaned Queen Goddess: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Celine POVThe moment I step forward, their gazes lock onto me, assessing, judging. The Elders—each one the embodiment of their species’ power—stand as a testament to the supernatural world’s balance. But that balance has shifted now that I am here.I let my eyes move over them, taking in every detail, feeling the weight of their magic pressing against my skin.The Fae Elder is a woman, her presence like the whisper of wind through ancient forests, her beauty sharp enough to cut. Her long silver hair cascades over her shoulders, and her skin glows faintly under the soft light filtering through the trees. Her eyes are liquid gold, shifting with hidden knowledge. Fae are amazing manipulators, dancers in the web of fate itself. If she does not respect me, she will twist my words into a trap before I even realize I’ve stepped into it.Beside her stands the Werewolf Elder, a man built like he was carved from stone. His powerful fr

Dolton POVI wake with a sharp gasp, my body jerking upright as cold, damp stone presses against my palms. My head throbs, the world tilting slightly as I force my breath to steady. A thick fog rolls through the streets around me, heavy and unnatural, curling against my skin like unseen hands. The buildings lining the narrow road are warped with age, their windows shattered, doors hanging from their hinges as if they were abandoned in a hurry.The silence is suffocating.I push to my feet, my muscles aching, my body sluggish like I’ve been asleep for too long. Something isn’t right. I try to reach for my senses, to let my wolf guide me through the unease, but the moment I reach inward, I’m met with a terrifying nothingness.I can’t feel him. My wolf—gone.A sickening rush of panic claws through my chest, and I inhale sharply, trying again, digging deeper, but there’s no trace of him. No pull of instinct, no sharp

Jonathan POVI wake with the taste of blood in my mouth.The air is thick, humid, pressing down on my skin like a weight I can’t shake off. My body aches, my limbs sluggish as I push myself up from the damp, uneven ground beneath me. My head throbs, and for a moment, I can’t focus, my vision swims as I try to make sense of where I am.Something is wrong.I inhale deeply, expecting the rush of awareness, the sharpness of my fae senses snapping into place, but instead—nothing. No magic. No connection to the energy that has always been a part of me. The absence of it is suffocating, a hollow space where power should be. My fingers dig into the wet soil, frustration curling in my chest. No. This isn’t right.The last thing I remember is the trial. The elders. Being separated from Celine.Celine. The thought slams into me like a blade. I reach for the bond—expecting to feel even the faintest trace of

Celine’s POVI don’t land. I appear. One moment, I am standing before the elders, drinking from that cursed cup. The next, I am somewhere else entirely. My stomach lurches as my body is thrown into existence, my knees buckling as I hit the damp ground. The sharp scent of pine and earth floods my senses, and before I can even gather myself, a low, guttural sound rumbles from the darkness.I freeze.The forest around me is thick, the trees impossibly tall, their twisted branches woven so tightly together that only slivers of moonlight cut through the canopy. The air is dense, wrong, like the energy in this place doesn’t belong to the real world. Thick vines coil around the trees, pulsing faintly, as if the forest itself is breathing. Shadows shift between the trunks, moving too quickly, too deliberately to be nothing.Then I hear them. Growls. Deep, predatory and close.I force myself to stay still, my breathing controlled, my hands curled into fists at my sides. I can feel them circlin

Celine POVNo, this isn’t real. But my body doesn’t listen. The pain in my wrists is real. The exhaustion in my limbs is real. The sinking, bone-deep dread pooling in my stomach is real.I tremble, my body reacting before my mind can stop it. Because it remembers.His grip moves from my chin to my throat.“You always did look pretty like this,” he muses, amusement lacing his tone. “Helpless.”Rage coils inside me, but it’s buried under terror. I want to move, to shift, to fight, but I can’t. The fear keeps me frozen, suffocating me, keeping me exactly where I was back then.No! I am not this girl anymore, I'm not weak. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to block it out, trying to force myself out of this. My wolf howls inside me, my vampire thrashes, my fae magic writhes against my skin—but I can’t reach them.I'm trapped.His fingers tighten around my throat. “Say it,” he murmurs, his lips inches from my ear. “Say what you are.”I squeeze my eyes shut, but the words press against my lips