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Nothing that needs serious digesting, just some broth, and then I slip away into the darkness again. I wake, at some point, and find the valley quiet. The fires are burning, the people are sleeping, the sky is pitch black. The moon never rises anymore, the stars continue to blink out, one after the other. I hear a voice in the darkness. A woman's soft, melodious singing. “How many injured?” someone whispers the question. “All of them,” Lyric answers. Get up! I scream in my head. We’re under attack. Protect your Queen. But no words escape my mouth.

QUEEN The sitting area was bathed in the soft glow of candlelight, the flickering flames casting shifting shadows against the walls. The scent of burning sage and lavender filled the air, curling around me like a warm embrace. I moved carefully, placing each herb in its rightful place on the embroidered cloth laid out before me. Every movement was intentional—each leaf, each flicker of the flame, each whispered prayer a step toward guiding my daughter back to the path she was meant to walk.

she added firmly. I played with my tongue inside my mouth as she glared at me the next thing. Glaidel cleared her throat. Her eyes bore into me. I stood straight as Glaidel, and we stared at each other meaningfully. “The queen…” she muttered, “is coming…” Everyone murmured behind me. I intertwined my fingers. “And when will that be, Miss Glaidel?” Samantha asked in curiosity. “Everyone is slowly backing out of the organization. When will she come to ignite the sole purpose of the Red Cartel – to defend justice?”

A queen reborn with no escape. And when I rise—I do not plead. I come with fire. I come to feed. Dumuzi’s name I call aloud, His mask of joy, I strip it proud. He shall not dance while I decay— I drag him down, he cannot stay. Let kings who cheat beware this song. For I am wrath, both fierce and long. Let lovers mourn what they betray— I’ll crown them gods, then burn their clay. I swayed my hips with magnetic grace, my arms lifted in perfect rhythm throughout the song, bending my body into pure seduction.

I know who I am, as clear as the moon belongs in the sky. And I know what I must do, as clear as the power vested within me dances through my veins. I am the Asheton Queen. And I have a love to claim. End of Part 1

She asked me softly. My face went red again. The candle light made the room dance around me. Curtains were tied to every bedpost, making it possible to obscure the bed from the rest of the room. Lavender Sunflower by Tory Lanez was playing in the background. Whilst swallowing heavily, I nodded at her question. "Speak." She ordered me. "Yes." I answered after a moment of hesitancy. Guela grabbed a candle from the side of the bed, and held it between us. Her body leaned closer to mine. "Yes, what?"

August Something inside her was made of flowers yet her heart was made of gold, she had a rock n roll soul, her eyes were filled with the deepest secrets filled with moonlights and mystery, she was the finest arranged stardust. She was raised my the sun and watered my rain a hopeless lover and a dreamer who did bloom for the moon. "My queen , Alovia has been crowned queen, you must run now it is dangerous."

Though phrased as a question, his tone was clearly brimming with certainty, yet he still gentlemanly observed proper etiquette. “Mmm… I… I don’t know… down there… it’s so itchy…” She spoke anxiously and incoherently, her delicate, lovely face filled with helpless desire. Her legs crossed restlessly, rubbing against each other in an attempt to ease the intense desire burning in her most intimate place. That sense of emptiness surged ceaselessly from the depths of her flower, a sensation that even her intertwined legs and the confined space between them could not alleviate. She sobbed helplessly as desire burned through her jade-like, smooth, white body—sensual and wanton, yet innocent and lustful.

Arden says. "Come back," she says. "Bring the boy. Bring all of it." She looks at Tara last. "Liwanag-dugo," she says. Testing the word in her own mouth one more time, the way Ciara tested chair, the way names settle into the people who are about to start using them regularly. "Liwanag-dugo," Tara confirms.

With Bennett's fiery temper, Sean could end up worse than just beaten. Sean could not risk it. His face darkened with a terrible gravity. In a heartbeat, Sean blurted, "Honey, Mom's spiritual advisor said you should light a candle on the quiet rooftop before the baby comes, to pray for a safe birth!" A rooftop? The only way up was the stairs. It looked like Sean had a plan to send me tumbling down. I did not argue. I just followed him up the stairwell. "Babe, I'll lead. Watch your step, okay?" said Sean, his concern as thin as ice.

The weight in the air? It was suffocating. “I’m done with riddles,” I snarled. “Show yourself.” The mirror shimmered. A woman stepped through, barefoot, wearing a gown of ash and ember. Her skin glowed like obsidian carved by lightning. “I am the first queen,” she whispered. “The Flame that bore the line.” Lily’s breath hitched. “You’re supposed to be dead.” “Flame does not die. It waits. It chooses.” Her gaze slid to Logan. “And it has chosen again.”

she said quietly. Then she handed me something. A wedding invitation. Her name was written in soft gold lettering. The groom’s? Aldric Cromwell. She turned and walked out. And this time—I cannot stand up to stop her. And I finally understood what I was too blind to see: You can lose everything in a single moment…But you only lose Selene Virella once. And if you’re lucky, she leaves you with a flower.

“It means you cannot run. Not anymore. It means you must become what I never had the chance to be.” She reached out, And placed something cold and ancient into Liora’s hand, A crown, Not made of dust. Not light, Not flame, But something living, It pulsed once. Then settled. Altheya spoke, her voice breaking: “The Queen must rise before the silence reaches her gates. Or there will be no gates left to defend.”

Marcel smiled against my mouth and I smiled back and we stayed there just a moment longer than we needed to, in the gold light and the noise and the night full of stars. And it felt like everything had finally, truly, come home. It felt like I had truly earned my place as a queen Luna and as Marcel's mate. THE END.

*** Breathe me in, Like the tides taking wisps of the sea Holding her firm, and when it leaves She is left for calm nothingness. Wrap me in your embrace And let me linger amidst the rolling pebbles So when the turmoil ceases its menace I am left wounded and groveling. Fill my craving for your presence. With the ferocity of Valdivia, let me plunge Into the abysmal darkness. So when I'm tired... Will I ever be tired?

He snapped at the woman. "Yeah, she is our queen. She would be okay, talk less of a mere human." She pointed to the red threaded cocoon. "She is in here, getting rid of every drop of poison in her." She turned to look at him, "And you what are you doing to get rid of yours. I really don't want our queen burning the whole place down because her boyfriend died of ignorance." "Why are you with that?" He ran to grab the necklace in her hand, which got her extremely shocked.

Celeste: “I’m not here to judge you. I’m here to finish what you started. You didn’t fail them. You kept the storm alive inside you until someone strong enough to carry it further came along. That someone is me. And I’m only strong enough because I learned from you (from your refusal to kneel, from your pride, from your grief). So stand up. Your city isn’t drowned. It’s waiting. And its queen just came home.” The Ghost-Queen looks up. Tears made of lightning roll down her face. She reaches out (slow, trembling) and places her hand over my heart. The second crown (the one burned into her soul) flares once, then flows out of her like living water and pours into me. Not taking. Joining. Two queens. One storm. The chamber floods with soft violet light.

I begin to crawl, each step painful and sending nerve wracking spasms through my body but she drags me back hurling me hard against the wall, she lays on top of me, her shining eyes brooding deep into mine. "Who are you?" I say with a final breath. "Why? I'm the Queen of the west." she says a rotten smile drawn across her features. I fade into unconsciousness, her evil cackling being the last thing I hear as I fade into oblivion. "Fuck!." Unknown

Perfect brows furrowed and sad obsidian eyes bore into my soul. Trouble ~ Camylio Shane My fingers trembled around her hands. My Queen stared into the gateway that couldn’t hide the darkness within. I almost want to smile at the fire glaring defiantly up at me. She doesn’t know. How could she? This life and everyone before it were a blank canvas. The Goddess held the paintbrush. We were nothing but her play things. I wanted her, and only her. Of course, I wanted to sink my canines into her pretty little neck and claim her so that everyone who saw her would know she was mine.

~~ I need somebody to heal, I need somebody to know Somebody to have Somebody to hold It's easy to say, but it's never the same I guess I kinda liked the way you numbled all the pain So now the day bleeds into nightfall And you're not here to get me through it all. I let my guards down and you pulled the rug. I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved. “ I love your voice, sounds so melodious” Queen mused walking into the kitchen to get some water “ Thank you but why are you still awake” Alexis asked