Bloody Queen Idv Mga Nobela at Kwento

The possessed Layla let out another chilling laugh. “She only defeated your pathetic Evelyn because I allowed her to tap into my power! She is mine! Her will is subservient to mine! She is merely a shell, a puppet on my strings!” “No!” I shouted, dodging another brutal assault, feeling the familiar sting of energy as she clawed at my arm, her touch burning like ice. “She’s not! She’s Layla Bloodwood, Luna Queen of the Bloodwood Pack, and she belongs to no one but herself, and to me!” My heart ached, a deep, crushing sorrow settling over me. I couldn’t keep fighting her. Not like this. This wasn't a battle against an enemy; it was a battle against my own soul. Each block, each parry, felt lik

But it's mostly out of curiosity, no one seems to like her, I notice. Landon places his hand on my shoulder, softly steering me to his side rather than his back and let his hand drape carelessly over me. “And that, people, is my Queen, whose blood you greed for — Brooklyn McBroom.”

Jade POV Well, this is total shit, my plan clearly worked in splitting them up by sleeping with her mate but I’m not sure why she was able to make her voice sound commanding or why she didn’t really feel any pain with the rejection, I know that it hurts like hell from experiencing it twice before, but she didn’t even blink an eye. I was hoping she was going to burst into tears and beg him to come back to her, I wanted her to look pitiful and broken while she begged on her knees that he didn’t leave her, unfortunately there was nothing, no emotion whatsoever during the rejection. The damn annoying thing is that I’m currently in this situation due to making them reject each other or because th

I make myself think that I have helped her, that I have actually, in my own way, saved her from years of mental worries. With that in mind, I take another step until I am standing next to the bed, where she is lying, asleep. Her comatose frame, inside the duvet, looks so pretty. I have never allowed myself to admire my own mate this way, talkless of if she doesn't reject me, the Queen Of All Vampire's Kings. Anastasia, The Queen Of All Vampire's Kings: my monster tastes that phrase in our head. It is nothing but absolute perfection. I smile. Afterward, I watch her intricately. Anastasia is a beautiful human. I have seen many in my lifetime, and yet, she strikes me handsomely.

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.

“And you shall wait some more. After the Blood Moon, she will be all yours.” Jyris smiled, then placed a gentle kiss on the back of her hand, promising to return before he took his leave. Dogori said nothing. The doors swung open and the presence of the Queen was announced. Her bloodshot silver eyes were her lost defining features, along with her glowing silver hair. She looked like she had been crying but when her gaze laid upon her daughter, she didn't seem pleased. “Is this your trade?” She asked the White King scornfully. “Not in front of our daughter.” The White King said tightly, before he smiled. “Are you not happy to see her?”

flash in his. “It is NOT my fault my father, YOUR King, was a man whore! I did not ask for this bullshit but hey if the shoe fits, wear it right? So here I am bitch! If you have a problem with me or my wolf, we will be on the training grounds until lunch.” I looked away from Koda who had looked past me to Jax, probably questioning if I could challenge him like that or not. I had everybody’s eyes on me, which is exactly what I wanted. “That goes for anybody else here who does not think I’m worthy enough. Rather you like it or not I will be your Queen soon enough and you will all bow to me. Maybe once I rip a few of your throats out, you will learn to tread carefully.”

Tapping their vessels together in a type of toast, they simultaneously held the blood filled cups to their lips and drained them of their contents. Kendra’s stomach twisted into knots as she watched the a****n queen wipe a dribble of blood from the corner of her mouth while smiling with satisfaction. She was in such shock that she almost didn’t grasp the fact that Minerva had rushed forward to lay claim to the body of the woman. A battle of words finally led to physical violence as Minerva’s followers joined in to support her. Their queen stood and watched until the struggle got out of hand and then she ordered her guards to stop the madness.

She asks in a dark murderous tone. “Some bullshit blood name.” Edward says with a chuckle. Veronica looks at John who pales and his eyes go wide. “John, will you inform Mr. Molina what they call me?” “Sir, she is known as the Blood Queen.” Edward scoffs but doesn’t say anything. Veronica nods to Gavin who pulls John up from his chair. “You are about to see why they call me the Blood Queen. Maybe you will get the same fate.” Edward looks away bored and annoyed. Veronica walks over to her table where Gavin has her tools set up. She grabs her ice pick like leather punches she likes for draining a person’s blood. She grabs 5 of them.