Novel & Cerita Arachnid Queen

"Do you know what she's the Founder of?" "Arachnids. I found out when she told me that her middle name was Arachne." Queen Emiko was the Arachne? How was that even possible? I looked at Channing and she had a smile on her face. "It makes sense. I saw some tapestries when I went to her place. They were too descriptive to be found in a store or online. There was one that had me confused though."

7 Aranya crossed her legs and placed her hands on her knees, her brown eyes focused on Ishmaela. "What is it that you want to talk about, my Queen?" She asked and Aranya frowned. She hates that she was being called a queen. The Queen of werewolves. She didn't like it. It scared her. "Why do you keep calling me 'Queen'? I'm not a Queen. My name is Aranya. A human." Aranya said and Ishmaela chuckled but quickly composed herself.

commanded the Orchid Queen as she bent closer to see Eldion’s face. Eldion did as he was told and lifted his chin to look into the Orchid Queen’s eyes. As he did so, he saw the queen’s eyes widen as if in surprise and she immediately withdrew from his gaze. “No! It can’t be!” shouted the Orchid Queen. “This is not possible. You have been gone for so long. Get away from me!” The Orchid Queen’s throne moved backward as the plants behind her came alive. The broad leaves covered the old woman as if to protect her while huge tentacles shot up into the air before pushing Eldion off the platform and to the floor.

“And I won’t give them another opportunity.” Mira turned toward me carefully. “Aria… the voice mentioned a Queen?” I nodded slowly. “That’s what I heard.” The elders exchanged worried looks. Finally, Mira spoke quietly. “There are stories about a witch queen who practices forbidden magic. Most covens fear her.” Maya looked confused. “A witch queen?” Mira’s face darkened. “Queen Dravenna.” The name alone made my stomach tighten. Damon noticed immediately. “You know her?”

"By the power vested in me as Wizard of the Hartland Council, I, Granark, on behalf of your father, the late King Reginald, crown you Princess Araknee, as the new Queen of Hartland!" I'd be lying if I said my heart wasn't thundering in my chest, and it only got stronger when I felt Granark set the jeweled ornament on my head. It wasn't heavy, but I could feel its weight; the weight of an entire kingdom sitting on my head. "You may rise, your highness." I tried moving, but my legs dismissed the command. I guess they were frozen from all the rampant nerves raging in my body. Granark notice this and extended both hands to help me get back on my feet, then wrapped me in a hug.

I tried to walk past but they blocked my way. "Great! a dumb too" "Gardenia stop it" a male voice boomed. "Why should I. If a common half-breed has the opportunity to rule us, I think I have a chance too" so that was her problem. She wanted to be Thane's mate. "The king needs a strong queen not a weakling. An asset. The people need a strong queen not a puny half-breed who can't even stand up for herself" some murmurs of approval was heard. For the first time in my life, I felt extreme hate for another person. Intense anger burned through me. I clenched my fists tightly and met her eyes.

“But you should be. We’ll make you suffer for what you did to our Queen.” Queen? I blinked, taken aback. My mind immediately went to Alora, but it couldn’t be. Could it? “Queen?” I repeated slowly, my voice laced with disbelief. “Alora is your Queen?” The witch’s face twisted with fury, but before she could snap at me, another witch placed a calming hand on her shoulder. This one looked less hostile, though the sadness in her eyes was unmistakable. She sighed before speaking. “Yes, Alora is our Queen. Her mother was the previous Queen, a powerful witch who died giving birth to her. We’ve been searching for her ever since.”

I shook my head as I pulled my phone out and watched her and Heth come into the house and make some lunch. She had developed into a beautiful woman. Her long black hair hung down to her perfect ass. She had put some red highlights in it and I loved it. She stood at five eight but she was the perfect height for me. Her eyes though they really caught your attention. They were like the perfect shade of blue I have ever seen. When I stared into them I have to pull myself back or I would be lost in them. I closed the app on my phone and put it back in my pocket. Heth truly was the only person I did trust with her. He knew my dirty little fantasy's about making her mine. I knew he would protect he

Her gaze observed everything pensively and she noticed how much the six Nightcrawlers were worried. "Are you perspiring?" She asked them. They all looked at her and shook their heads. "Alright, begin the ceremony. I want to see them respawning as one of us." She leaned back in the throne as the ceremony was about to begin. Suddenly, a Nightcrawler came rushing through the tunnel. He was bloodied and fell on the ground, causing an interruption in the ceremony. The Queen was pissed that her worthy time was being wasted. "Get him…" She ordered the guards behind her and they captured the injured Nightcrawler and presented him in front of the Queen.

"No, we don't have that ability. Only the original can do that. She's the beginning of our kind anyway. They call her the Phantom Queen and she is eternal, at least that's what they say. She can manifest her essence in her chosen descendant throughout the centuries hence why they call her the Phantom——something that cannot be seen but she still remains in this world." "So she still exists up to this day? Where is she now?" I sighed, scooting closer and cuddled her on my side. "Nowhere. She'd been long gone since the War of the Triad began eight hundred years ago. Let's say we are indeed a 'cult'. And we were united before under the Phantom Queen Silva who was chosen by the Essence of the Ori