Novel & Cerita Cal Red Queen

The cheers of two glassed filled with vodka to celebrate another victory. "Congratulations alpha! we have once again captured another territory of the Gealach's Ahren." the beta said. The alpha laughed with joy as he enjoyed his vodka, " this is indeed a time to celebrate, after all this is like defeating those cocky royal bastards who think they are all majestic and undefeated. This is just the beginning. Slowly, slowly we will capture more and more land and one day we will be the rulers and possess the moonstone.!"

Someone sang off-key near the barrels. I wove through the crowd, looking for Harrison. Instead, I caught scraps of conversation from a group of warriors. "—took down three rogues before the rest of us even shifted." "The new strongest female warrior. I'm telling you, she's something else." I slowed my steps. The strongest female warrior had always been Valeria — Alpha of the Crimson Fang Pack. They called her The Selene-Blade. People said the Moon Goddess herself had blessed her, and she fought in a terrifying mask — all you could see were her red eyes, glowing. No one had ever beaten her.

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.

“Get in place. Meredith saw a missing pawn and assumed she must belong there. She looked around at the board and the knight leaned in her direction and told her to get the queens crown from the other side as quickly as possible. Meredith nodded and the game began to move in accordance. Meredith wasn’t sure how but she knew when to move and when not to. Somehow she made it to the other side and was crowned the white queen. She turned around to face the board and saw the white king was Brayden dressed very royally in a white decorated military jacket and an elaborately decorated crown with diamonds set in silver. Besides him was the real white queen. Meredith stared at the White queen that sto

But then, watching the same people over and over again gets boring overtime. Diving into the book, I reopen to one of my favorite parts of the lycan battles. It is the chapter where the lycan king was brought to his knees by the queen, and makes she him beg her for his life. He wasn’t expecting her, or that she would even do something like that. It is what makes me like it more. I feel like I relate to the queen well. She has always been undermined and underrated, then she wound her full potential and—

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.

He didn't hide his mate. "Kaelor of the Iron Ridge. And I'm here to talk to the Red Queen." The eyes narrowed. A dozen crossbows clicked. "The Red Queen doesn't talk to traitors," the voice said. A woman stepped into the light. She had a jagged scar across her throat and a crown made of wolf teeth. She looked at Kaelor. Then she looked at Aradaa. "Is that him?" she asked. "The Siphon?" "He's my mate," Kaelor said.

Down into the cooling basement where the real hardware lived. The doors opened into a vast, circular chamber filled with liquid nitrogen mist. In the center sat a massive throne made not of gold, but of woven fiber-optic cables pulsing with a dark, arterial red light. And sitting on it was the Red-Queen. She wasn't human. She was a Composite Construct. Her body was a patchwork of the most beautiful parts of a thousand uploaded women, stitched together into a terrifying perfection. Her dress was made of flowing digital red code that spilled off the throne and connected to the floor.

“But if he is your mate, why have you accepted each other now? Since I presume that, if you are, you knew it from the time Eric was in the royal pack.” I sigh at his disturbing questions, continually reminding myself that this was who Adair was. An inquisitor. I told him. “That’s a story for another time, Adair. Take comfort in knowing that both are my mates. You already know Eric, but let me introduce you to Isabella.” Without thinking, Adair extends his hand to shake it. Isabella reciprocates politely. He automatically turns her hand and looks at her tattoo. “What does this mean?” Isabella, uncomfortable by his grip, breaks free from his grip and goes back to hugging Eric. I calmly reply,

I replied "Great, then it is settled. The two of you will be crowned this weekend." Saturday Morning "You look beautiful, Luna. Or excuse me. It is My Queen," Raven said, causing me to roll my eyes. I had on an all-red dress. It was the same dress every Werewolf Queen had worn. I am the only female Heir and the first Queen of Royal blood to wear the dress. "Thank you. I am so nervous," I said truthfully. "Don't worry. You will be great," Raven said. "It is time," Jacob said, walking into the room. I walked over to him, and he held his hand out for me to take. "You look beautiful," Jacob said