Date A Live White Queen の小説・ストーリー

Rafael came to Ashely’s room and he had a smile on his face. Ashley who was looking at her phone and staring at the chats with Bryan was frowning because Bryan was not responding to her and was not even online. She had sent so many messages and yet Bryan replied to none. She sighed as she looked at Rafael and said, “what is it?” Rafael smiled and said, “the news about how we helped the white moon pack has spread the fact that we saved the pack from the corruption as well with the help of the pure blood witch Dawn is also spreading around.

I wanted to repair the scars or at least die trying. Because I had no way of anticipating that my mate would be my enemy. And, I had no way anticipating that I wouldn't only be compelled to die for her but I'd willingly do it, I'd protect her with my dying breath. The white-haired princess with eyes as black as coal and skin as pale as stars was destined to be Queen. She just hadn't realized that it was written in her fate yet. All she had to do was reach out and grab it with both hands but first, she had to step out of the darkness because darkness blinded her.

“Yes Sir. There are some things I need to do, a lot of things I need to take care of.” “Like reclaiming your pack?” Adina cut in with a sharp tone. “How do you expect to be a Queen while also taking care of a bunch of wolves?” She watched me closely, her eyes sharp and just a hint of judgment in their icy depths. I held her gaze with my chin tilted and my gaze focused.

She looks like an angel, she whispers to another beside her, her voice echoing with envy while her eyes eats up the Queen’s appearance, taking in the sparkling white, long dress that adorns the Queen’s slender frame like a second skin, exposing her delicate shoulders. White color is one no woman would dare to wear, especially in summer as it clashes with their pale skin, but the Queen wore hers like the color was made for her. As everyone adorned the Queen’s beauty and her innocent yet seductive appearance, relegating the Concubine to the back ground, she stands off with her group of friends, standoffish and waiting for the Queen to get to her, while inside she seeths in jealousy and anger.

He walked closer. “The arrow wasn’t meant to kill her.” Lucian froze. “What?” “It was meant to awaken her.” The endless sea began to change. The water turned silver. Images appeared beneath the surface. The woman in white. The Order of the White Moon. The First Queen. Amara. All connected. Nox looked down at her. “Your Queen carries something that has been sleeping for a thousand years.” “What?” Nox’s black eyes gleamed. “The Fifth Key.” ⸻

Königin Zemirah continued. I frowned. Probably seeing the confused look on my face, she gripped the edge of the table hard, and continued. "After my grandmother died, the queen's position became vacant. As the rule goes, only a white haired witch was fit to be the queen." Her voice became shaky, and she lowered it to a whisper. From the corner of my eye, I watched as Alpha Aurel leaned in, and placed a soft kiss on her forehead. Cringe. Or maybe not. Amber was smiling, even if it was a fleet of smile.

Finally, I couldn’t hold back the question that had been nagging at me since last night. “Tariq,” I began hesitantly, “last night, you said something about me being... a queen. What did you mean by that?” Tariq’s expression shifted, growing more serious. He cleared his throat, glancing at his mother before turning back to me. “Leah, there is something that you need to know. You are the last descendant of a powerful bloodline. A royal bloodline, in fact.” I stared at him, my heart skipping a beat. “What? No, that can’t be right. I’m... I’m an omega. My mother was an omega, and my father.....”

"Monarch Mansion is launching tonight too." The name hit me like a sledgehammer. Monarch Mansion. Of course. My jaw clenched involuntarily. The Queen of the West—her timing was no accident. She chose tonight, of all nights, to unveil her ridiculous attempt at a hotel. It couldn't be coincidence. No, this woman—whoever she was—had clearly made it her mission to challenge me, to go after everything I'd built.

Before Zoila Yellow could speak, Caspian turned to look at Que White. No matter how high the status of the supreme elder was in the White family, the current head of the White family was Que White. If there was something, it was up to Que White to decide. At this moment, several streaks of blood appeared in Que White's eyes. He was short of breath and his chest kept rising and falling. Seeing Caspian looking at him, Que White first made an apologetic gesture, then looked at Zoila Yellow and said, "Master Yellow, there is no need for you to do this for the White family."