Goblin Queen's Journey Deck Novels & Stories

The red-eyed creatures in the courtyard suddenly stopped fighting, retreating to line up behind their Queen, completely surrounding Gina, Gabriel, and the battered remnants of the pack. Gabriel, bloody but furious, ran to Gina's side, his massive wolf frame tensed to lunge, but Evangeline raised a single finger. "I wouldn't, Alpha," the Queen whispered. "One step closer, and my shadows will detonate the core of your pack lands. I’ve placed a curse on your ancestral totem while you were busy playing hero." Gina looked around. They were completely surrounded. Her brother was dying at her feet, Gabriel’s pack was decimated, and her mother held all the cards.

Thick ebon blood boiled in the veins of the Troll Queen, black as congealed tar. The Beast's curse was bearing fruit. Queen Jarngrimr of the Sorrows waited on the frosty tip of Utgardr's tallest mountain, her steed - a blue roan marked with a white death mask, the gallows itself incarnate - whinnying as the Troll Queen's awaited visitor hiked past the mountain laurel and fir, the girl's stang helping with her belabored, fitful steps.

Are you all ready?..Ariel asks her subjects ..Is everyone here ?she whispers to his two little guards around her , "yes my queen " the goblin answered , So you manage to get the help ?..she asked them ..yes my queen , she smirked and look at her army who was ready to fight .

Remy squeezes my knee once. I squeeze back. The card dissolves into ruby light that crawls across the table and slots itself into the center like the final piece of a puzzle. All nine final cards are played. The table flares (white-gold, coyote-gold, dragon-copper, blood-ruby, living flame). The Veil appears above us (torn, bleeding, fraying). And then it holds. Not patched. Not torn down. Healed. The cracks seal with threads of every color we just bled onto the table (love, rage, grief, joy, choice).

Their sleek, pitch-black coats gleamed like polished obsidian, and their eyes glowed faintly, burning with intelligence. “These are my stallions,” Thanion said, his voice carrying a rare warmth. “Nyx, Acheron, and Erebus.” He approached them and ran a hand over Nyx’s mane. “She’ll be staying with us for a while,” he told them, his tone soft but commanding. “Be kind to her.”

I am utterly in awe of the beautiful creature in front of me. “Our mate.” Rohan mutters dreamily. “Our queen.” I agree.

“So? What’ll it be, Selene? Show your cards? Or let me help you win the videos back?” I leaned back, smiling faintly. “I don’t need a stupid bitch to help me.” The gasps around the room were immediate. The dealer moved toward me, his gloved hands revealing four of my cards—hearts ten, jack, queen, king. Matching Elara’s. The room buzzed. “What the hell? The same hand?” “Is this some kind of joke? A tie?” Even Elara’s face slipped. She glanced at Thorne again, uncertain. “No worries,” he said quickly, too quickly. “We’ll just go another round.”

I say, and he throws me a grin, but it’s thin now. Not so confident now, are we? I would be laughing if I found any of it even remotely funny. I came here for a reason and, so far, everything’s going accordingly. Sliding my entire stack forward, I mutter, “Call.” We both lay down our hands, and Dexter reveals the two pairs he’s holding. Queen and Jack. I lay mine down straight. King, Queen, Jack, Ten, and Ace. His face drops mildly before he picks it back up, but it’s late. I’ve seen it already. I won.

Turner in the old suns. With that thought, his alpha scent turns slightly sharp with jealousy. But... ...when his brain remembers my whisper—that my she-wolf is fighting this boundary battle for his name—his inner beast quickly drops the sting. Moments later, the fourth card hits the wood. It is the Ace of Hearts. Eustace still keeps the high ground. My own trail looks like it is dropping into the ravine; all my paws hold is a pair of Aces. If the final card doesn't show a Queen, my pelt belongs to Nova Star.

; she roared. “Sure my lady!” He bowed respectfully and left. “I have been breaking stereotypes since my childhood, I had made every impossible thing possible, I have excluded the word impossible from my words bank then how could this be impossible? I will be the queen of “The Kingdom of Shades”. I will change this kingdom one day. I will eradicate all the darkness from it and make it the kingdom of rising. It will be just bright and powerful like the sun rise. I want everything, everyone under my Lead. The Lead of werewolf Queen. The queen who would be loved and adored by all. The queen will be just like her wonderful mother but she will not be weak like her who couldn’t fight her fate and