Giant Ant Queen Novels & Stories

Sage asked in curiosity. "Enhance strength and speed. Heighten senses, telepathy, the ability to turn someone like her and command all of our kind at her will. We never know if there's more she could do actually." "So you can also turn someone into your kind?" I shook my head at Sage's question. "No, we don't have that ability. Only the original can do that. She's the beginning of our kind anyway. They call her the Phantom Queen and she is eternal, at least that's what they say. She can manifest her essence in her chosen descendant throughout the centuries hence why they call her the Phantom——something that cannot be seen but she still remains in this world."

Maybe the lead he was chasing could still go somewhere. "You guys created Nine Flames and turned Desolated Lands into what it is at night. What's the real purpose behind all of that?" Holt answered without hesitation, "To survive. Our lifespans should've ended long ago, and we've just been clinging on. Then one day, we found the sealed ancient beast: the Ant Queen. "She can secrete an essence that extends life when consumed. However, the environment on Aquamarinus no longer supports her or her offspring. "Following the Ant Queen's instructions, we found Nine Flames and created a nighttime environment where her soldier ants could survive. Every night, we send people out to die, just so she'll

She wanted nothing else than to go back to bed and continue sleeping but she knew how impossible that was. After a series of turns, they soon arrived at her unnaturally large door with yet another set of guards in front of them, On seeing her, they straightened up, bowing their heads as they said their greetings, pushing the door open. Everyone else stayed back, leaving her bare. " All rise for her Majesty, The Queen!" A guard roared, announcing her presence. She heard the scraping of seats as people rose to their feet and Maya's heart began pounding. Squeezing her hands at her side, she took in a deep breath, letting it out slowly.

The temperature drops fast, and within an hour, even the bravest of Zayla’s party are huddled close to the fire Jenifer builds, sharing warmth and silence equally. The Queen sets her tent well away from the rest. She doesn’t so much as look in their direction; she’s all silhouette and shadow, a monarch marooned in her own exile. Alex offers to help with the tents, but Zayla waves him off. She wants the simple muscle of it, the rhythm of stake and twine. The more her hands are busy, the less her mind chews itself into shreds.

Occasional maids and guards stooped respectively in respect and panic at the harsh figure, the prominent Queen herself. "Yes, my queen!" Lady Macbeth replied. "You know very well how the slave's rules follow, right?" "Yes, my queen!” "Good, but this time it would deviate, for my Alpha slave, his wife, and his people," Queen Isle solely informed. Lady Macbeth and Shawn shared a confused look and stared back at the Queen curiously for an explicit explanation. Queen Isle remained tight-lipped as they strolled, a lot was utilized in her mind as they got to the entrance of the throne hall.

The enormous gate was several meters away from where I was standing. Her place was vast as if she was royalty living in a palace. I mean she is if we consider her title as Mafia Queen. Her huge mansion and the fact that this place extends to god knows where or how many hectares, it was intimidating. I know she’s rich, a billionaire, and facing her roots right now only proved how she and I are so far off. In short, impossible. I literally got cold feet. I should just go home. I sigh, before turning around to go back to the hotel where I stay.

I've been looking into it the last few days since I started noticing the signs, even before the attack from her clan. Kennedy is The Leopard Queen, Queen of all leopards, not just our clan. The last Queen of all leopards was over a thousand years ago and she had three mates and the power to heal. Basically everything Kennedy has been able to do since she was a child, the original Queen of leopards could do too and more. The original Queen and her mates lived for nearly three hundred years, or so the legend says.

It was hard to imagine how such a massive cock had fit inside her flower—and how fiercely hot it was, so scorching to the touch. Sarah slowly extended her delicate tongue and tentatively licked the tip of the massive cock. The massive shaft immediately twitched with excitement, and a clear liquid oozed from its smooth, moist mushroom-shaped head. This greatly encouraged Sarah. She opened her delicate, luscious lips and slowly took the entire glans into her mouth, sucking and licking as her tongue circled and wrapped around the shaft, as if she were eating a giant lollipop. “Mmm… mmm…” Saliva she couldn’t swallow in time trickled from her mouth, running down her jawline all the way to her whi

"Wearing a crown. Coiled around a broken sword." Varek took one slow step back. Boots bolted to the floor. "That line is dead," Varek said. The words came out like gravel. "The Sovereign King and his wife burned in the Sector Four sweeps. Ten years ago. There was no child." "The girl is twenty," Tor said. Voice coming back now. Harder. Like he'd made a decision. "She grew up in Sector Four. She fights with the Sovereign form... you saw it yourself in the hallway. And her father isn't hiding from a shipping debt." Something moved in Tor's face. Something complicated and old and guilty. "He's a Royal Guard. He's been keeping her buried in the outer rim for ten years to keep her breathing."

She is the first woman to ever run a mafia, she was the first woman who controls so much power in the mafia. She is a woman who have prove a point that women are not weak, infact they are strong. She is a woman who walks, sit and dine amongst the most powerful and dangerous men. She is a woman who loves be in control and incharge. She is a woman who won't let anyone step on her. She is a ruthless and fearless woman. She is the Queen of mafia Anyone who dares to oppose or go against her always pay dearly with their lives. Elena layed on the cold ground as she shut her eyes, it was far better off than her bed which was always haunted by nightmares.