Broken Throne: A Red Queen Collection 소설 & 이야기

"They need a real Queen. Someone stunning. Someone with elite education and perfect pack pedigree. When they see you, they will toss that pathetic human straight into the streets. You are going to rule this pack, Clara." "Well, when you put it like that," she laughed lightly, clearly enjoying the idea. "I suppose I should wear the red dress you bought me." "Wear the red one," he agreed. "Get some sleep on the flight. I will see you tomorrow." Hanging up the phone, Thorne tossed it onto the seat next to him. He felt incredibly smug. While the rest of the council was panicking over dead guards and old women's prophecies, he was quietly positioning his own bloodline for the throne.

“Like that.” Sirens screamed closer, red and blue slashing through the broken windows, lighting the walls in streaks. Sienna’s gut clenched—cops could mean help or a bigger mess. She dug the vial out, holding it up, the red inside catching the glow. Yours, Sienna. Always was. Her blood, his blood—Dorian’s twisted game, and she was neck-deep.

Rowena Silverveil. The red haired girl from the Eastern Clan who had arrived in chains and ended up in the Inner Sanctuary and healed Celdric with her bare hands and stood in the main courtyard as if the ground under her feet had always been hers by right. The girl Celdric talked about with the careful neutrality of someone who had decided to be careful and was not doing a very good job of it. The girl Thane watched across rooms with an expression I had not seen on his face since our father was alive. The girl who had apparently saved this fortress while I was asleep.

"I almost wish things were different. That we were meeting under other circumstances. You would have liked me, before Dante destroyed everything." He poured himself another whiskey, raising it in a mock toast. "To Arabelle Moretti-Valerio. The Queen who doesn't know she's playing the wrong side of the board." He drank. "But you will soon enough. And when you do, this whole game changes." Outside his window, the city lights twinkled innocently. Somewhere in that city, Arabelle was probably celebrating her victory. Probably in Dante's arms, feeling safe and loved and powerful. Enjoying the calm before the storm.

“Why are men always so stupid when it comes to women? Time and time again. Just remember Helen of Troy before you do anything stupid.” “I have an idea of how to keep her in line.” She set her glass down and crossed her arms over her chest. “Really? Let’s hear this idea.” I poured another glass before I gave her the name that would explain everything else. “Joseph Ingram.” After a moment of consideration, she smiled. “Not a bad idea.” Ariel followed me into the royal chambers with the proper equipment. London was in the second living room next to the balcony, reading a book she found on the shelf.

even if it was an eye for an eye rule. Anna calmed down and continued, "I healed from his beating... but my wolf wasn't strong enough to save my child. Something died within me that night. I snapped. I heard one of the omegas whispering about the mysterious Red Queen, who challenges Alphas to help abused pack members. I contacted one of the rogues who worked for her and begged for help. Her team researched my situation, and a week after that, I got a response. The Red Queen made my husband an offer he couldn't refuse. She challenged him, offering a deed to the land which was in her possession. That particular piece of land turned out to be something that my husband craved for a long time. Th

I placed my hand on its surface. And it burned. Fire came out from my palm but it didn’t consume the stone. It awakened it. The throne sang a low, resonant hum that vibrated through the earth. And then, one by one, the mirrors scattered. Except one. The one showing the merged version of me. The true queen. “You are worthy,” the twin whispered. “But not fully yet.” A chest rose from the pool,black iron, sealed with a lock shaped like two serpents biting each other’s tails.

I screamed, light erupting from my eyes, my skin fracturing into silver lines. Everything disintegrated—the city, the army, Kael’s curses, Auren’s voice—until there was only that one truth pulsing through the mark: The Crown is broken. Long live the Queen. Then, silence. And darkness swallowed everything.

The key slid inside easily with a metallic groan. Beyond the gate, the air changed. Heavier. Charged. Shelves warped with age, scrolls bound in wolf hide, tomes inked in ancient bloodline dialects. There was something dark that pulled her inside. Her fingers trembled as she scanned the shelves until one title pulsed in the low firelight. "Prophecies of the Shattered Thrones." She opened it carefully. The parchment crackled. And there it was. A single passage written in red... "When the flame returns, crowned or chained, she shall awaken the power of her bloodline and bring the tyrant to his knees. She who bears the mark shall bind or break the cursed throne."

monster child" played in my head a billion times. Nico sighed. "Under every other full moon, I transformed. The beast within awoke, clawing its way out, tearing me apart from the inside." He shuddered, his hands clenched into fists. "But not under the Red Moon. It was as if the crimson glow held the beast at bay, a silent guardian." He looked at me, his eyes filled with a haunted light. "My mother…saw it too. The Red Moon, she called it, my protector, my lifeline. And so, she named me Luna Rossa, the child of the Crimson Moon."