Novel & Cerita Duchess Rowena

I stare at her, feeling centuries of disappointment and betrayal well up in my chest. Her face twists into something ugly and hateful. "How dare you look at me like that!" she snarls, her voice cracking with rage. "Who the hell do you think you are to judge me?" As I look at this woman before me, memories flood through my mind like a bitter tide. Rowena. The current Dark Witch Matriarch. But before all this madness, before she chose this path of destruction, Rowena used to be something else entirely—the Matriarch of the Light Witches. My confidante. My friend.

I say to him the words coming out in a whisper He scoffed as if it was his way of telling me to shut it. He slid his hands around my waist and then moved closer to my ears “it’s Dylan,princess Rowena”he said gently into my ears increasing his pace.

Lady Vivanna Pursioe Rorei, Duchess of Portburgh. -OH MY GOD! I AM THE VILLAIN OF THE STORY!!-

Why was she in a hurry to leave? Before I could question it, the clicking of heels echoed from the doorway. I looked up. Rowena, perfectly dressed in a cream colored dress. Her eyes were fixed on my hand on Luisa's waist and her jaw tightened. Shit. I let go of Luisa so fast she stumbled into the chair. The room suddenly felt colder. "Am I interrupting something?" Rowena asked with barely controlled anger, arms crossed around her chest.

I saw him wearing the patient gown as well before he faced me again. I looked at him and saw how serious his face was. He was clenching his jaw before he lowered his head. "I am Alpha Darius of Watson Pack, Lycan Queen." He looked up and met my eyes. "I have come here to be on your aid."

Odhan asked in confusion. "No, we found something which we never imagined we will find here" Lucifer muttered. "What is it?" Odhan inquired softly. "The queen you just said that I love so much to risk an attack from the dark creatures, and the woman in that Portrait, Theodora, are the same" Darius explained clearly to Odhan. His tone is cold and it sent shivers down the spine of Odhan. "Why the hell are you after everyone I love and hold dear to me" Max snapped at Odhan.

One of Brittany’s friend reasoned out. “But I’m not my mother.” Catherine shot back and Brittany and her friends started persuading Catherine to dance with them or have a demonstration at their ballet class. But as Catherine was about to reject, Chester appeared out of nowhere. “Hey guys.” Chester said with a cunning smile. “Uhm for correction; We’re not guys, we’re girls.” Brittany shot back and Chester’s brows were almost knit together as if he was confused. “Sorry, I thought you and your friends were guys.” Catherine and Lyra don’t get on where Chester got that statement from as Brittany and her friends doesn’t look like guys, especially, that their figure is in an almost perfect shape.

Cassian cut down an assassin who lunged too close, his blade flashing like silver fire. Another serpent charged at me, dagger raised. I twisted aside, seizing his wrist and driving his own blade into his chest with cold precision. He crumpled at my feet, his blood soaking into the dust. Gasps rippled through the crowd. The duchess is fighting once again not cowering, not fleeing, but standing. The serpents hissed curses, their leader snarling from atop a stall. “You will not wear the crown, Valcrest! Your blood will drown it!”

"Wake up, former King. I want to see the wolf who thought he could defy the Council." I finally looked up. She was young, maybe mid-twenties, with sharp features and cold amber eyes. Council military uniform, multiple rank insignias. A rising star, probably. Commander Sera. I'd heard whispers about her. Valen's new protégé. Ruthless. Ambitious. Everything the Council valued. "There he is," she said with satisfaction. "The legendary Damon Blackthorn. Tell me—do you regret it? Protecting the Shadow Wolf? Refusing to surrender her?"