Novel & Cerita Cal Red Queen

Her voice was raspy, though she delivered the message nonetheless. "It's hard to believe that two people were able to pull of something like that but you are the Red, after all." "I thought you worked alone?" He mocks. "But the question is—who is this man who fought beside the infamous Red?" Bella kept herself quiet, a smirk slowly making its way to her face. It was fortunate that he and his men weren't aware of Shadow and the Kingston heir lending her a hand. Marcus sighed, knowing that the woman wasn't about to speak.

I stood before them with them taking a step back. “ Alpha, Luna Greyhemm and Elissa. I am sorry to state that the daughter you lost, Thyra Greyhemm died that day. I am not her and I do not want to be her. My name is Flavia Nespereira, the vampire queen and this is my chosen mate, Dante Domenique Nespereira. He is the vampire king. I am so sorry for your lose. Elissa, I am sorry for the life you have been forced to live and hope that one day we could maybe be friends if you would like.” I spoke out, staring at her. Her shock went even higher, mouth just agape.

The aura of command and magic pulsed through the air like thunder on the horizon. And then… Queen Kyla stepped out. Wearing deep sapphire robes embroidered with silver moons and firebird motifs, her magic barely contained, a flicker of flames dancing at her fingertips. Beside her stood King Edric, dark suit, regal as ever, with an arm loosely draped around her waist like a man both protective and possessive. Kala's eyes scanned Kyla from head to toe—then paused on her neck. The mark. “It’s real,” Kala whispered. “The Queen has returned.”

How could I stay important to Red Dragon and mean something more to him? I stared down at my hands, thinking. Then the thought hit me like a tidal wave. Marry the Red Dragon. Become his queen, and all your worries disappear. I blinked. The silence that filled the room at that moment felt almost unnatural. My breathing seemed to slow. For a second, I imagined it. A marriage… to the Red Dragon. Then a laugh escaped me. “Fucking stupid,” I whispered, laughing at my own foolishness. The idea was completely insane.

I kinda understood them a little, if you steal from me I don't care if you return it back in a hundred folds I'll make sure you swallow bullets. "Let's make a deal", I said. "Princess we ain't talking any shit no -" "First of all, it's The Queen, I'm not your fucken princess", I snapped. "Second of all, I need him back, I need him alive, so we're going to have to come to an agreement, else I'll take him by force ". "You really want to get your hands dirty and have another cartel coming after you...'Queen' do you?".

Freya's jaw tightened, but she said nothing else, simply turned and swept back inside, her heels clicking sharply against the stone. Cassian exhaled beside me. "She's harmless." "She doesn't look harmless," I said. "She looks like a woman who's used to being the only queen in this castle." He didn't answer that. He only offered his arm and led me inside. The great hall of the Iron Keep was massive, lined with old battle banners and cracked stone pillars. That night, Cassian held a formal dinner to introduce me to his generals, twelve hardened men who had spent decades fighting along the border. They studied me the same way soldiers study an enemy formation, searching for weakness.

He weakly continued, "I feel so weak, Idrish. Take me to the base when the crickets start singing the song of the winter solstice." I closed my eyes, recalling the scenes of when I first saw the queen of House Calore. The signs were all there, pointing to the fact that the gauntlet was intentionally given to me. The queen's last words, Kenru's tale of the old stories—everything was fitting together.

"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

I sometimes think this is a new tradition brought in recently with mates getting married as once you’re marked you have a bond for life and this is normally only broken when one of the pair dies, but this has been changed again with more mate pairs rejecting each other either from the beginning or when they no longer want to be with the other person later down the line. “Are you happy? Was this everything you wanted My Queen?” Ryder whispered in my ear, I was able to just about hear him over the music that was playing during the reception, but with him being so close sent shivers down my spine. “I’m very happy My King and this was a perfect day, the crown is perfect thank you.” I replied, ge

She wants to be near the Queen always, to touch her, to claim her as hers, but she can’t. She is just but a mere doll, and the Queen belongs to the King, whom she is certain would have her head on a chopping block should he learn how she feels about his Queen, and what they have done. Yuelan hides a smile at the blonde cuteness. The red stain on her cheeks makes her very alluring. Unable to help herself, she reaches out to push back the strand of hair blocking the girl’s view. Which she gently tucks behind her ear.