Azur Lane Queen Elizabeth Novels & Stories

I asked the elder. "There can be a royal couple for each order, so yes, there can be." "Then we accept," Tyler's voice rang out. Huw and Jenny were crowned and named Alpha and Luna of Black Water. I was so happy for my friend and sister. After everything she has been through and sacrificed for everyone, including myself, she is now getting her reward. I still love her as my best friend and that won't change, but she is now MY LUNA MY QUEEN. THE END

You can't restrict my movements! Queen Victoria: Yes I can. Cecilia: You're not even the king Queen Victoria: Well currently, I'm the ruler of Azrael till my son's coronation so you'll have to do whatever I tell you. Cecilia: Have it at the back of your mind, That'll never happen no matter what! Look, I'm already having a bad day, Don't worsen it. Queen Victoria: You f!lthy br@t... (Queen Victoria grabs Cecilia's hand firmly but Cecilia pushes her away from herself)

different from the national leadership. - Crossings of the A1061, join the A1203 with a decline towards the Tunnel, signs of restricted traffic by the national guard. - The warning drew Karila's attention, who observed the men wearing London police uniforms, standing on their motorcycles holding back traffic so that their escort could safely enter the tunnel. British security levels were used to escorting Queen Elizabeth, they knew well how to accompany a displacement without much effort.

She was brittle and small. "Are we under attack?" I asked urgently. "Goodness no, you'd really know about it if we were under attack. It sounds to me as if we have visitors." She clutched my hand. Reassured, I walked out onto the balcony to survey perimeter, my arm threaded through Maya's. We found the Prince here, doing much the same. He acknowledged me with a glance; bit offered no words of comfort. Below were scores of Azurian banners -- golden yellow with their blue geometric designs -- signalling a small but elite force. There were a dozen small gold carriages, pulled by puzzling creatures that were something like deer and something like goats. At the centre of the formation was a cover

she murmured. Aries smiled. “I have never seen an Azure, let alone a chieftain Azure. I had to see this for myself since we weren’t present at the ceremony.” As Zuker helped her out of the truck, Aries approached them, his eyes flitting over her like she wasn’t real. “So, now that you’ve seen one, what do you think?” Elyssa said with a smile. “I just cannot decide if you are real. There has never been anything so beautiful.” Aries returned, then averted his gaze.

I eyed Dante and Alessandro watching me. "Don't waste my money Bambina," Alessandro said through the earpiece. I smirked and showed my hands. A perfect aligned royal flush: the combination of ten, jack, queen, king, ace, all of the same suit. Everyone stilled and looked at their boss, he was flabbergasted. "You delivered a royal flush sweetheart," Lorenzo said, gaping. I shrugged. I eyed Dante and Alessandro with astounded reactions. I smiled at both men. "You didn't have much faith in me, Mister," I said with a wink. I didn't only say that to Lorenzo but to Alessandro and Dante who are also listening through the earpiece and now shaking their heads amused.

THE sun was just beginning to rise on the east when Prince Archer, disguised as Theobald the son of a smith, and Aurora began their journey to find the fruit of bastion. They each have a burlap sack containing provisions. Both are carrying a sword, and Archer also has his bow and arrows with him. He was about to mount his horse when Aurora stopped him. “The trail is too narrow for a horse,” she explained. “We would have to walk to get to the Heart.”

The civil war had officially breached the pack lines before her empire could even draw its first breath. Through the thick haze of the valley snow, a single, radiant silhouette materialized at the head of the loyalist line. It was Queen Elena. She was marching through the drifts, her silver signet ring pulsing a steady, majestic rhythm that cast shadows against the ice, her face pale and focused with an executioner's justice. She didn't look back at the burning capital she had just been forced to abandon. Strapped to the back of a black vanguard mare behind her profile was the bloodless body of Kaelen.

Against all odds. But holding is not the same as winning. And eventually, they could not hold anymore. I turned the page. And found a portrait. Just a sketch, really. Pen and ink. Faded with age. A woman. She was not young in the portrait, but she was not old either. She was somewhere in between, in that particular place where a person stops looking like what they were and starts looking like what they are. Her hair was loose. Her expression was not afraid. Mira. Last Queen of the Witch Covens. Keeper of the High Flame. Killed in the forty-third year of the Crimson War by Aldric the Elder, great-great-grandfather of the current Alpha King.

The smell of the sea entered my nostrils as the sound of the wave spoke in repeat. I'd realized we were standing above the cliff and once Val let me stand to my feet, I immediately noticed a black marble tombstone at the very edge of the cliff. It was surrounded by fresh sunflowers that were probably placed by someone just recently. The name 'Aria' was embedded on the stone with a unique symbol underneath the letters. "Meet my Aunt Aria," Val finally spoke, walking over the tombstone along with me. "Aunt Aria, this my beloved mate."