Romans & histoires Date A Live White Queen

Kael “Yes, my king.” “Who is that, sire?” Darius, one of the oldest elders, asked, his wrinkled face twisting with suspicion. “The Tenth Queen who arrived three days ago,” I replied, a mocking scoff escaping my lips. “The Tenth Queen? But... isn’t she dead?” “Dead?” I leaned forward, my gaze cutting across each of their withered, pale faces like a scythe. “Since you old dogs seem to know exactly when a tribute is brought into my castle without my permission, you should also know she survived the blood sacrifice.”

He simply raised his glass in a silent toast and waited. ​I didn't rush. I finished my conversation with the Mayor, took a slow sip of my drink, and eventually navigated my way toward him. ​"The White Queen is currently on my nightstand, Mr. König," I said, stopping a deliberate two feet away from him. "I wasn't aware we were playing a game." ​Matthias stepped closer, invading my personal space with a confidence that made my pulse quicken against my will. Up close, he looked even younger—his skin smooth, his jawline sharp enough to draw blood. But his eyes were ancient.

"I came to bring a gift of southern silk for the heir, and she lunged at me! The omega is unstable! She wants to destroy the alliance out of pure jealousy!" The elite vanguard guards did not advance on Elena, but their iron swords remained drawn, their predatory eyes tracking her every breath. They were locked in a state of paralyzed conflict. Elena was the fully awakened White Queen, the fated mate of their sovereign, but Camille was the royal daughter of their most vital military ally. A public attack on her flesh was an act of international war.

When her father woke up, Queenie wanted him to feel proud that his daughter had managed to bring him back from his eternal sleep. Queenie requests that all access to the Bright River Royal Palace be closed. Until she came back later. She didn’t want an intruder to come when she wasn’t there. Riding a white horse in clothes commoner, Queenie left the Bright River Kingdom. Fewa, in the form of a lizard, dangled spoiled on the shoulders of the Princess. Everyone in the kingdom was stunned as the white horse Queenie was riding slowly walked away from her kingdom. On the back of the horse, a beautiful girl dressed in blue color sat like a goddess from heaven. It looked deadly at the same time.

I refuse to choose another queen. ******************************************

The white queen. As she continued to trace it, she failed to realize that Adi had woken up. His hands traced her waist and he looked up at the ceiling, as he spoke," You know you are the chess queen. I got this tattoo... just before my graduation." Faith's shocked eyes moved up to him. Just before he graduated. So that meant even before she had accepted her feelings for him. Adi saw the tears forming in her eyes and pulled her onto him, placing a small kiss on her eyes as he said," Hush. Do you know why I made the Queen white and not black?"

" I looked at the woman and surely, I could tell using so much of her light had drained so much life out of her. "As you can see..." the queen spoke. "She's dying. And that's where you come in." She turned to face me. "You're going to be our new white wolf. Whether you like it or not."

she announced, and all attention averted at Emma. She immediately stood up from her seat as we clapped our hands at her. She walked in front, climbing up the stage as Haley Carson put her sash on along with the crown, giving her the queen wand. She was smiling from ear-to-ear as claps resounded in the entire gym. Standing on the side once the photographer was done taking her photos, she moved to the side as Lindsey announced the homecoming king. “And now for the homecoming king,” she read the envelope again before continuing, “Caleb Heory.”

I automatically covered my eyes so that I could no longer stare at his hot physique as I yells, "I really don't understand why I'm here! What do you need from me, Adam?!" And he answered, "You played as the white queen and you beat the black queen. That means you are a queen." I felt him grab my arm and pull me closer to him. His warm breath hit my ear while whispering hoarsely, "I want you to be my queen, wit dear."

"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."