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“If that thing comes down here, we’re dead.” The Queen, ignoring the bodies, stepped forward and ran her palm over the runes. “It’s a trap,” she said, almost gently. “But not for us. For them.” She nodded at the corpses. “The Council tried to brute-force the matrix, but it only consumes shifters that don’t belong. Only royal blood can open it safely.” “Or twins,” Bella said, suddenly grasping Zayla’s hand.

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 takes a deep, shuddering breath, "I have delayed it too many times. Each time I delay again, my fade comes quicker and your rise grows faster. It is Avalon’s way of reversing the damage and reestablishing the cycle. “Only I don’t care about the cycle. I am not ready to fade. I refuse to fade." "Too bad," I take a step forward, my shadows moving towards her, ready to seize power by force if necessary. As my power begins to swirl, I see Queenie lift the syringe out of her bag while Embyr begins digging her dagger into her chest plate, a trickle of blood slowly making its way down her front.

After shooting his arm, the other six men got up and wanted to attack and protect Zion, but then the Black Scorpions who were with Shawn opened fire on them, and they all died. When Zion saw that all his men were dead, he glared at Shawn with so much anger, while his arm was bleeding. "I'm going to ask you one last time, where is Queen?" "Queen.....I.....I gave her to Maka." "What the fuck is going on here, who the hell is Maka?" Shawn asked. Zion said, "Maka is... He's the king of this jungle." "The king of this jungle, huh? And what does he want with Queen?"

My hand glows purple and slowly, but surely, the wound on her wrist closes. “Now that is handy,” she says brightly. I chuckle and begin sprinkling some bloodroot into the blood, then walk over to Henet. Aqen’s eyes widen in alarm, “Bloodroot? Are you crazy?” “The blood will satisfy the curse; the bloodroot will keep her weak. Yes, it will hurt but it will help balance out the two conflicting needs. It’ll give her a chance to truly calm down,” I explain. Aqen is silent as he thinks, but eventually nods and steps aside.

I had told my soldiers to brace up for war in case things went south. I called Darian and Demian to a stop when we got to the corridor. We knew how powerful King Albert was. We needed to fight him together in order to stand a winning chance. However, the Devas were equally powerful opponents who could stand in our way of fighting the dark werewolf lord. If we intended to defeat the werewolf lord without the Devas interrupting our battle, we needed to find a way to craft an easy way to defeat them. I had an idea.

This was the echo she’d been chasing through visions and ruins and glass. This was home. The fire dimmed. The crown descended. It landed, cool and heavy, in her hands. And the weight was not just physical. Memories crashed into her. A battlefield, drenched in silver blood. A queen crowned in ash and wrath, her eyes black with divine fury as she cleaved through a vampire king’s skull with a flaming blade. Then another vision. The same queen, seated upon the old Eldorian throne, was betrayed by her council. A goblet filled with silver thorns. Her wolves held back by command. Her final breath seeping between cracked lips, not with regret, but with vengeance.

"Your Majesty! Something terrible has happened! Her Highness has taken Rebirth!" The air seemed to freeze. The Queen's expression stiffened, her pupils contracting sharply. For a moment, she seemed unable to hear or process the words. "What?" The Grand Steward pressed his forehead to the floor, his voice shaking. "Her Highness took Rebirth from the royal treasury and gave it to Ms. Vancrest. She has already left Karsden with it." A deafening shock struck the Queen. Her body swayed, and she clutched the throne's armrest to steady herself. Her commanding gaze shattered, replaced by raw shock, disbelief, and rising, catastrophic fury.

The possessed Layla let out another chilling laugh. “She only defeated your pathetic Evelyn because I allowed her to tap into my power! She is mine! Her will is subservient to mine! She is merely a shell, a puppet on my strings!” “No!” I shouted, dodging another brutal assault, feeling the familiar sting of energy as she clawed at my arm, her touch burning like ice. “She’s not! She’s Layla Bloodwood, Luna Queen of the Bloodwood Pack, and she belongs to no one but herself, and to me!” My heart ached, a deep, crushing sorrow settling over me. I couldn’t keep fighting her. Not like this. This wasn't a battle against an enemy; it was a battle against my own soul. Each block, each parry, felt lik

I'm starting a new novel! I'm so excited to share with you guys the other novel I've been plotting lately. Queen Of Ace What is this novel all about? =If you haven't read my first novel, His Fragile Flame, I uploaded in this app, this is only "a part" of it but can be read as "stand-alone". This story was written in different character's perspective and her back story before His Fragile Flame. You don't have to read the first book to understand this novel, and I think it's better if you read this before that because HFF has spoilers.