Novel & Cerita Cast From The White Queen

"I can feel the seed reaching for him." ​I stepped up to his side, drawing both of my obsidian broadswords with a heavy shing. The claim mark on my neck pulsed, burning with golden fire. I was mated to the Alpha of the North. I was the White Queen. And right now, I was a Warlord with nothing left to lose. ​I looked at the twelve Legionnaires, Alaric, and Marcus. ​"You lot hold the line out here," I commanded. "If anything tries to get in or out, kill it. This part... this part is for family."

Aluna POV He did not respond immediately. His eyes studied me in a way that made heat rise under my skin, not from shame, but from being seen too clearly. “You owe me nothing for doing what was necessary,” he said. Necessary. I did not know whether that comforted me or not. A memory surfaced suddenly. The woman in white. Her calm voice. The way she looked at me as if I were something more than broken. I swallowed. “There was a lady,” I said cautiously. “In the realm. She white light surrounds her.”

There is no alternative. I shook my head and my discomfort pricked me. I cannot... somebody who puts his life in danger of mine? I... I don't even know them. I can't ask that of anyone." “You do not have a choice,” Rowan said. “It is not a question of asking; it is a matter of survival. You are queen now, Auri. You must act accordingly." I heaved a sigh and leaned against the bed in an attempt to wrap my head around it. "When will I meet this knight?"

’ I moaned to Rose, chucking my cleaning supplies in the closet, and heading back to the room that was provided. “Your back early? Please tell me you did everything and not just left it again Jade?” Darius asked. “No, I didn’t do everything and who’s going to notice in that area of the castle anyway!” I scowled. “Jade, we need to keep this woman on our side so we can get back into power. I know its shit work and you shouldn’t be doing it since you’re to be a queen but just a little longer.” Darius sighed having to explain this to me again.

Alley POV: Sitting around the table everyone showed no emotions. Patiently waiting on why we had called them here on an urgent matter. I had my hands in my lap fidgeting with my fingers. Stephen placed his hand over mine "Calm down princess it'll be fine." he mind linked me. "I'm going to ask that no one interrupt while I explain, after you are all free to ask any questions. Deal?" Everyone nodded their head but we had their full attention. "My mate and I have discovered some history of our lineages, as well as who we truly are. My bloodline comes from the last remaining royal line, we all know each family was bestowed a gift by the goddess herself. My family has the gift of a shield where n

It was the color of a fresh winter moon. I stood up on four powerful paws. I looked down at my reflection in a pool of water in the cave. I was massive. My fur was pure silver-white, glowing with a soft, magical light. My eyes were no longer brown; they were a piercing, royal violet. "The White Wolf," one of the warriors whispered, dropping to his knees. "The legend is true. The Queen has returned." I felt the power humming in my blood. I wasn't the weak girl who cried over a boy anymore. I was a weapon. I wanted to go back. I wanted to tear Cassidy’s throat out. I wanted to show Harden exactly what he had rejected.

She begins emitting a white aura from her eyes. “Look at you! At the brink of death and trying to scare me with glowing eyes!” Gwanhoya giggles looking at her speaking insolently. “Begone demon!” she hits the ground with the staff and Gwanhoya alone is taken out by a wave of intense light enshrouding the whole forest closing the opening, “For I am the Queen of the White witches of this forest and I will not let you harm anyone else.” Casting her out of the enchanted forest. She screams in pain kneels back down and both of them (Genteel and Catherine) fall down to the ground. The people are circumspect coming out to see if the witch is really gone so they can take their bodies.

She was a very ethereal being with not just the best woman features, but also, the most rare coloured hair, silver with a subtle but visible touch of ginger. All white magic witches had silver hairs from Fore Kingdom. Just like the Targaryens. But hers with a touch of ginger, made her stand out amongst all of her kind. Though, she was no longer in her prime, but one would hardly notice because she aged like fine wine. All white magic witches ages once in a millennial. Mother Queila was a lover of nature; gardens specifically, flowers precisely. So she was sent from the Fore Kingdom to look over all the trees that bore life in the moon and also to keep watch of the Lines Gate.

Georgia explained to me, "They escaped from Behar's compound, and they are the ones who brought Soren back." My eyes widened. If they were on the enemy's side, why would they save Soren? Talon, Vicky, and Paul were already there, along with Seraphine and Cerina. "It's the White Queen!" A murmur went over the crowd, and everyone lowered their heads to show their respect. I lifted my hand and waved at them. "Your Majesty." Cerina and Seraphine greeted me as Cerina gestured toward a young man and an older woman. The woman seemed to be sightless based on the way she was looking into the distance.

Penelope’s breath caught as she took in the craftsmanship, her fingers itching to trace the delicate designs. “These will be your quarters,” Thanion said, reaching for the handles. But as he pushed the doors open, a sound cut through the air, freezing them both in place. Loud, unabashed moaning. Penelope’s face burned as her eyes darted to the source of the noise. There, sprawled naked across the bed, was a spectral woman. Her glowing form was striking, her hair a cascade of silver fire spilling over her shoulders. She lay wide-legged, her movements slow and deliberate as she pleasured herself.