His Lost Queen Belle And Grayson Novels & Stories

Against all odds. But holding is not the same as winning. And eventually, they could not hold anymore. I turned the page. And found a portrait. Just a sketch, really. Pen and ink. Faded with age. A woman. She was not young in the portrait, but she was not old either. She was somewhere in between, in that particular place where a person stops looking like what they were and starts looking like what they are. Her hair was loose. Her expression was not afraid. Mira. Last Queen of the Witch Covens. Keeper of the High Flame. Killed in the forty-third year of the Crimson War by Aldric the Elder, great-great-grandfather of the current Alpha King.

A small smile spread on my face amidst my pain. "Anybody that challenges her and loses is not fit to live" Thane growled out. I heard her scream and turned just in time to see him rip out her heart. He tossed her lifeless body and her heart away and marched towards me. He lifted me into his arms. "All Hail The Queen" a voice shouted. "All Hail The Queen" the crowd chorused. I shut my eyes in exhaustion and he blurred us out of the field and into the castle.

Pov. Amber I hop off my motorcycle and whip my helmet off, I look around the school parking lot to see the group that I spotted when I rolled in, staring at me. One of the men really catches my attention. He has to be about six foot six, he has jet black hair and cold gray eyes. He’s leaning on a 1969 black Impala. Out of nowhere some chick in a cheerleading outfit pops up in front of me. “Hi I’m Josephina!” She yells at me in one of those peppy voices you would hear in one of the “Bring It On: movies.

Keya smiled mischievously and elbowed me. "Ow! Cut it out! You have plenty of money to spend on outfits." I rolled my eyes and frowned. "There is something that I don't understand, though. Greyson mentioned something about us being "mates". Have you ever heard of something like that?" Keya scrunched her brow. "No it must be some weird werewolf thing. I've never heard of it before. But I mean it's obvious he wants to be with you. Maybe there's something in the royal library about it?"

Unless. "Alpha Grayson."

After dinner, I joined Thomas on the back porch as our parents talked in the living room. "What happened to you at the lake? You suddenly disappeared." "Oh. I just decided to take a walk home." "By yourself?" "I just wanted some alone time." "Well I'm glad you're okay." "I actually want to talk to you about something." "What is it?" "I know that there is something..strange going on." "What do you mean?" "I'm talking about the beast." Thomas's expression turned serious. "Oh. That." "What is it?" "Things have changed since you left."

“So this is where he is huh?” Amber asked as she came out of the car and stared at the building, the building was beautifully decorated and the two ladies were also well dressed for the occasion of the party. Both were wearing black dressed that reached their knee, Ashley’s dress was sleeveless while Amber’s was not. Ashley’s hairs were open and she looked stunning in the light makeup that she had done while Amber had tied a bun. Ashley spoke, “according to Rafale, the mother fucker is attending a party here.”

Belle's heart clenched at the sight. As Lena reached out toward the baby, Belle was still helplessly watching. The sight was enough to drive her crazy. "I couldn't help them," Belle sobbed. "Who are you talking about?" Grayson asked again. Belle shook her head. "I don't know." "What happened to them?" Grayson asked. "They were chased and killed." "Why?" "I don't know," Belle replied. "Dreams aren't real," Grayson reassured her. "But it made me miss my mom," Belle said. She lowered her face even further, and her crying grew louder.

Using the confusion and debris blocking everyone’s vision, the Mngwa who had first attacked Jackie grabbed the leader and fled, disappearing into the night. Jackie growled in frustration but knew chasing them alone was suicide. She turned to Laura and Luke, and suddenly, the room tilted as her adrenaline drained, and pain began to swallow her whole. She clutched her bleeding stomach, and her knees started to turn to jelly under the weight of her body. Luke’s arms were around her before she hit the ground. His voice, frantic and urgent, barely broke through the ringing in her ears. “Jackie! Stay with me! Mon Petit Chaton, I’m here.”