Ff7 Rebirth Queen's Blood Tournament นิยาย & เรื่องราว

*untouched. > "She doesn’t know what she carries," the Tribunal had said. > "But she will. And when she opens the final seal, she will become the Hollow itself. Or burn it down." The Reaper’s orders were clear: **Wait. Watch. Strike when the queen trusts you most. And if she begins the ritual—kill her before the crown accepts her.** She reached the north stair. A flicker of movement above. Seraphine. Standing on the balcony. The Reaper smiled beneath borrowed lips.

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.

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.

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.

Her signature wind essence was sealed entirely, her speed slashed by seventy percent. "Peak Fifth Rank?" Butcher rolled his thick neck, knuckles popping like popping beans. His murky eyes raked over Eira, brimming with undisguised greed. "Silver hair... you’re the so-called Moon Queen?" Butcher roared with coarse laughter. "Lord Rhoderick ordered you taken alive. I’ve been needing a blood slave to warm my bed. Your soft tender skin suits me perfectly." He raised his right hand. Swathes of dark energy converged in his palm, condensing into a dozens-of-meters-long dark scythe reeking of rot, swallowing all surrounding light.

He remained silent for several seconds before answering. “She hid what you were born to become.” The words made my stomach twist. I stepped forward despite Damian's attempt to hold me back, staring directly into Vaelgor's ancient eyes. “Then tell me,” I said, forcing my voice to remain steady, “what am I?” Vaelgor extended one enormous hand toward me. “You are the last Bloodbound Queen,” he said. The sanctuary went completely silent as Rowan's face drained of color and Caelan slowly lowered his head. “And every supernatural throne that still exists was built on the blood of your ancestors.”

"You are indeed a foolishly proud female, Malia, but my wolf is not so petty as to kick you while you are down." A single tear spilled over my cheek, but my voice remained as hard as the stone tiles beneath our boots. "Derek Hale, I will never admit defeat to your bloodline. I will prove to every elder in this council that rejecting your bond was not a mistake. You may have secured the border trade this moon, but one small triumph does not define the future. I am still the Luna Queen of Silvermoon Holdings, and my pack resources remain far beyond your reach." Derek smirked, a dark, dangerous glint in his golden eyes as his chest heaved. "So, what your wolf is really saying is, no matter what