Ff7 Rebirth Queen's Blood Best Deck Novels & Stories

"She believed the rebirth would have depleted the bloodline's strength. That you would come back with the anchor weakened, easier to access, easier to use as the completion key." Papa and mama looked at me. "She was wrong," "She was completely wrong," Petra said. "And she never corrected the assumption because she never got close enough to test it properly. Every time she tried to get close to you, you'd already moved. You were never in the position she expected you to be in." She looked at me steadily. "Your wolf, the silver-white form. That's not what a depleted bloodline produces. That's what a strengthened one produces. The rebirth didn't weaken the anchor. It deepened it."

In her hand was a dagger, its blade dripping red as she faced an opponent cloaked in shadows. "The darkness cannot be killed," the Queen said, her voice carrying over the battlefield. "But it can be bound." Nicola's heart pounded. The vision shifted. The Queen stood before an ancient ritual circle, her hand pressed to a stone much like the altar Nicola had just touched. Runes glowed beneath her fingers, the power around her crackling like a storm. Then, Nicola saw it - the sacrifice. Blood. The Queen’s own blood, spilled into the circle. She was binding something.

“This isn’t a request, Thanion. It’s an edict. The realms need balance, and you know it. The Underworld has gone too long without a queen.” Thanion’s shoulders tensed, and he slowly turned back, his eyes glinting like shards of steel. For a moment, the weight of his gaze seemed enough to make even Zeus falter. “Balance?” he repeated, his voice dangerously soft. “You mean control. Another scheme to tether me to your will.” Zeus took another step forward, his expression now a mix of frustration and determination. “You think too highly of yourself if you believe this is about you. This is about duty, Thanion. About maintaining order. And Persephone is the perfect choice.”

Master Kai nodded solemnly “You will need to find a place deeply connected to your past self—somewhere Zenobia’s spirit touched the earth. Only there can the ritual succeed.” He hesitated for a moment before adding, “There is a ruin deep within the Forest of Silvermist… where the queen formed the bond with her dragon. That land still carries the remints of her power. It will recognize you.” Elena nodded in understanding as she said “I understand.”

The tears she'd forced out hung awkwardly on her lashes. "Clara, get up. Thank your sister for her blessing." Father sighed in relief. "Th-thank you, sister." Clara bounced out happily. "Girls grow up so fast, hard to keep them around." Father joked, but when he turned and saw my cold face, he looked guilty. "Rowena, the only unmated heirs left from the ruling clans are the vampire lord Thorne and the elf prince Eldrin." "I think the elves aren't a bad pick. Their looks and status are way above the vampires."

The tears she had squeezed out now hung awkwardly at the corners of her eyes. "Bella, get up now. Hurry and thank your sister for stepping aside," Father urged, clearly relieved. "Th-thank you, Clarice!" Bella beamed as she rushed out, eager to bring the good news to Jacob and the wolf clan. "Girls really do grow up and slip away too quickly," Father joked. But when he turned and saw the cold indifference on my face, his voice faltered. "Clarice, among the eligible beast clan heirs, only two remain: Draco of the serpent clan and Lucien of the fox clan. I still think the fox clan would be a better match—better looks, higher status, clearly superior to the serpent clan.

"Look like it that luck is on my side. You can only guess with card did I draw, is it a lesser or a stronger one. Let's end your agony. The card that I have drawn is Hallgeron." "There is no way. That card was on the end of the deck, the last time I checked!" she was completely broken. All the cards she had in her deck are totally useless, now. There is a small chance that she could win. Hallgeron was the only a world card, with devastating effects, all fire units were useless against it. Their power falls to zero. Maybe, he has fire units too, she thought. I hope it will end in a draw; I can't lose to a shaman. There is no way.

The rift tears open over Hell’s Half Acre—violet lightning, marigold fog, obsidian skulls rising like balloons. The Remnant Death Lord steps through—half-formed, furious, wearing a cracked version of the crown I took back. **Death Lord Echo (voice like graves opening):** “The queen returns. The contract remembers.” I step forward. The crown flares full power. **Celeste:** “Contract’s void, asshole. System says hi.” I activate **Blood Hurricane**—full power. A 500-meter blood tornado roars to life, pulling the echo and its minions in. **Blood Rain** layers on top—corrosive violet downpour.

“Before I tell you, you must know that whatever the outcome, one thing is for certain. I will go down in flames or die trying to save us. We need to take every risk necessary to reach our endgame.” “And what exactly is our end game here, Leo?” Since the moment I first saw her, I have concealed a dark secret behind the facade of trying to be her hero. The heart of the now-defiant Queen may belong to someone else... But the truth is, Zeynep Volkov belongs to me and I will reduce cities to soot and ash to claim what is rightfully mine. No matter what it takes. I'll make her mine. If I have to wait... Kill for her... Slay her dragons... I will.

She had applied a portion that'll block them from picking her scent. But the scent left her. That's why the Vampire guards were able to pick her scent. They thought she was an enemy. But the moment they saw her, they welcomed their Queen. Now she's back in her mate's arms. Kissing him and holding him lovingly. "So, what's the news? Did you succeed in getting that fool on your side?" The Vampire Lord asked Cecilia. Leading her to his throne. Cecilia groans out in frustration. "The news isn't good , my love. That bastard is making everything hard for me,"she reported.