Novel & Cerita Ff7 Rebirth Queen's Blood Tournament

He waved a hand toward the spectral woman, who rolled her eyes and vanished into a puff of smoke, leaving the faint scent of lilies in her wake. Thanion didn’t flinch. His gaze remained locked on Zeus, his expression unreadable but his jaw tight. “Why are you here?” Zeus took a step closer, the golden embroidery on his robes catching the faint light. “I’ve come to discuss your future bride.” There was a moment of silence, heavy and palpable. Thanion’s brows drew together, and his arms crossed over his chest, the muscles flexing beneath the loose fabric of his shirt. “Bride?” he echoed, his voice low and tinged with incredulity.

Let's see' Rodrigo went to his room and drew a big circle. He drew various signs in the circle and sat in the middle. He then began chanting, " Ahum Huma Qureshi Toka Yokni Sungba, lord of Minutiae take me to where your faithful servant Abby is". He said the chant three times and he then disappeared. He opened his eyes and found himself in a forest. He looked around and saw nothing but bushes and trees. He called out to his aunt several times .

“How can I be an Omega Princess?” “Be a fighter. Next year would be the Anniversary Celebration of the Elemental Kingdom. That’s the 500th Anniversary. That would be your chance. The Kingdom would have a game for the Battle of the True Queen. If you win, you will be the Queen.” Raiden continued the explanation. I was surprised. It took me another blow of air as I responded. “How does it work?” “Kill your fellow players. One can only survive.” My jaw literally dropped. “I can’t do that.”

Without thinking, she let her sword talk and decapitated his head. That was the first body she had decapitated in that fight. He wasn’t one for much violence, but she was going to let the blood flow and the heads roll in this case. “I am the Blood Queen,” she muttered to herself. “Wife of the most powerful being in all kingdoms. I am not weak. And I would prove myself to you today, that I am not a person you should take lightly.”

When she does, she asks to recite after the elder. After chanting the holy words, the elder takes Erica's right hand and make a slight cut in the middle of the palm. The blood from the cut being gathers in a small gold bowl which starts shining brightly after a few seconds making the elder smile in satisfaction. "The shining of this bowl is indicating that the new queen is very powerful and is a trueborn to be a queen." The elder declares happily looking at the crowd who cheers in delight before turning to face Erica. "Do you, Erica Moulin, vow to protect your people from the enemy? Do you vow to stand by the King in happiness as well as in misery? Do you vow to solve any problems that will

“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.

She connected our hands again. "Athena, repeat after me. I Athena Bloodstone, accept my title and role as your QQueen," She instructed. "I, Athena Bloodstone, accept my title and role as your Queen," I said, the energy growing around us. She turned to Erik. "Repeat after me, I Erik Bloodstone, accept my title and role as your King." She instructed. He nodded and repeated after her.

Another female hands the queen a goblet with a golden rim. I feel my blood trickle down, sending a chill up my spine. My body trembles, my breathing grows uneven, as the queen begins a chant that the others soon join. She gently squeezes the flesh to draw more blood. It hurts, and the pain makes me even dizzier. Even though I’ve been eating well these past few days, since yesterday my body has felt strange and weak, as if something were draining my energy.

And for her faith, she had been rewarded with this final, lonely descent. The last thing she saw was Scarlett’s silhouette against the moon, a victorious queen surveying her conquered territory. Checkmate. The impact was not pain. It was an obliteration. A cessation of being. A full stop at the end of a pathetic sentence. … Silence. No, not silence. A dull, rhythmic thumping. Thump-thump. Thump-thump. It was her own heartbeat. Ava’s eyes flew open.