Arachnid Queen Mga Nobela at Kwento

Caspian introduced him before turning to me. "Zeke, this is Luciana Archenbow. My mate and the Queen of Vampires. Otherwise known as the Killer Queen." Zeke stood dumbfounded for a second before averting his gaze from me and instead settled it on the floor. He bowed deeply. "Your Majesty!"

Rae added with a wry smile. Serena didn't press the matter any further as Rae mentioned Jorkallun. "The first queen of the witches, her name was Queen Barb, the great grand mother of Lillian." Serena told the class as she flew around them. "So today, we are going to talk about different kinds of creatures we have in the whole Supernaturals." Serena told her class. "Who can tell me the type of creatures we have?" A male student raised up his hand. "Yes, Al." "We have the Arachnes creatures." Al said.

The very stone beneath their feet seemed to tremble beneath the force of it. Aliyah did not move. The Shaman lowered the crown and placed it gently on her head. The weight of it landed softly, but its meaning struck hard. Queen. When the Shaman stepped back, the silence shattered. The voices around her rose louder. A thousand howls joined as one. It was a cry of loyalty, a song of the old ways. Aliyah stood tall beneath it all, the crown gleaming against her dark hair. She was now Queen of the Lycans.

“Don’t bother, Emmeline. It won’t work.” My breath caught. What was she talking about? Why wouldn’t it work? Then I saw it. Her pupils had changed. No longer their usual red—they were glowing white. Pure, unnatural white. My stomach turned. “Blood… witch!” I screamed with what little strength I had. She smiled wickedly and bowed mockingly. “The one and only Queen of the witches of Arachne.” I froze. She’d been under our roof the entire time. Right under our noses.

My lips found the sensitive spot on her neck where my mark is, sucking and kissing, tasting the salt of our earlier sweat. Before she could protest, I rolled us so she was straddling me again, her thighs spread wide over my hips, that warm, slick heat of hers pressing right against my quickly hardening cock. She pushed lightly at my shoulders, but there was no real force behind it. “Adrian… I’m the queen. I don’t ignore my people.” I looked up at her, my hands sliding possessively up her sides, and felt a surge of pure pride swell in my chest.

"You finally found me." Ariana had never seen her before. Yet one impossible truth settled deep inside her soul. She knew exactly who the woman was. Not from memory but from blood. The woman wasn't an enemy. She wasn't a stranger. She was... The first Queen of House Lunareth. And somehow... She was still alive.

She ran blindly, feet tangled in roots, branches slapping her face and arms, but she didn’t stop. Behind her, the snarls came again, closer now. Heavy paws struck the earth with a thundering rhythm. Aaron—no, the creature he had become—was hunting her. She darted left, then right, branches clawing her arms, hair snagging on jagged bark. Pain shot up her legs, her lungs burned, but the instinct to survive roared louder than fear. She could feel him behind her—smelling her, tasting the air she breathed. Then he caught her.

She says with a small giggle. "You will stop second guessing your abilities to lead and you will rule right beside your mate. That is an order." She jokes with a hint of seriousness. I nod and smile up at her. She holds her hand out and a golden staff apears. I immediately bow down and she dubs me Queen of werewolves by tapping the staff on both of my shoulders. "I now dub thee Mackenzie Roseline Lathen as Queen of werewolves and Luna of the royal pack. Do you accept?" She asks and I look up at her.

I held on to the stand until finally, I was up but with the power the woman held I could not raise my head, I tried but it was as if a brick was just there holding my head down. “Why was I called Aristarcus? You know I don’t like being disturbed when I am in planning.” “Mother, you will not want to miss this.” The king’s voice came and my heart could not stop drumming. The freaking queen witch was here! I do not know why but suddenly I was scared, so scared I shook. My head throbbed and the fear that gripped me was just too much to bare. “Okay then. It is nice to see you though my love, come.” I heard the witch queen say and I wanted so much to see what was happening yet I could not. My eyes

Well, except for one know-it-all, the one seated two chairs away but eh… they were on equal standing now as far as hierarchy was concerned - him being Chief Chameleon and she - of all people - became Chief Octopus. Forgetting about Chief Know-It-All, Patterson’s blue eyes scanned the gamma-turned-queen from her head to those bare arms. Still smooth as ever. He’d bet they taste good, too. Her sleeveless maroon dress that accentuated her assets were really turni— “Watch the way you look at her or you’d have trouble seeing for the next few days. Or weeks.” The warning came in a whisper beside him. A whisper - though soft - carried a firm warning. Patterson didn’t have to turn to know that it wa