King Endymion And Neo Queen Serenity Mga Nobela at Kwento

His heartfelt at ease, and Kai, too, felt appeased. “What is it that you are discussing?” He directed his question to Sedona. “This man wants Serena to become the Queen,” she replied with an ample amount of disdain in her voice which was certainly for the Augur. Serena had pulled away but remained by his side. “No need for that. I have no qualms of becoming her king, with or without approval from that old geezer,” he glared at the Augur, who had the gall to look affronted. “But I have been chosen as the Alpha King.”

“I am sure.” “Very well.” Selene seemed to rise up higher, and even more ethereal, if that was possible. “I pledge my help. I will send my own white wolf to help you when the time is near. She will come in the form of a daughter of my own kind. She will be unlike any other from your own time. She will be mated to your last son. And she will bare the name of the flowers that you grow here. And together they will become the last Alpha King and Queen to rule these lands. They will both make sacrifices to defeat the darkness. But defeated he will be.” “But surely my eldest son will become the King?” My eyes widen in surprise.

She didn’t flinch. Then the guards grabbed my arms. “No—no, please, she’s pregnant! The child is innocent!” Liora’s voice cracked through the room as she rushed forward, her hands grabbing at mine. “Enough!” Ysara snapped. “The father is not. He is the Alpha of Obsidian—the man who has murdered our kind. You expect us to shelter his seed?” Liora dropped to her knees, hugging me tightly as they tried to pull me away. “Please, Mama, please… Selene is not a traitor. She didn’t know. She’s just a girl—”

Nomo cried, watching as Sofia’s footsteps became heavy, as if she were walking through deep water. She wasn't attacking the Queen; she was being dragged toward her. The indigo light from Sofia’s chest was leaping out in long, jagged arcs, tethering itself to the black sphere in Seraphina’s scepter. The Queen stood her ground, her face a mask of ecstatic concentration as she absorbed the sapphire resonance.

At the coronation, the projection screen lit up. What should have been a romantic video of the newly crowned Alpha King, Lucas Ashbourne, and me was replaced by a series of high-definition, scandalous photos. The images showed a mark on the back of my neck. It was a mark I'd gotten five years ago when I saved an injured Lucas from a Rogue. But right now, the caption read, "Elena Nightbloom consorts with a Rogue. A defiled werewolf is unfit to be Luna Queen!"

“And I am needed here, Rowan. If he were here, he would be on the front lines. I cannot cower while he fights for us, or while you and our warriors prepare to sacrifice everything. I am Luna Queen. My place is with my people, not hidden away in the dark. Let them see their Luna Queen ready to face the storm, not flee from it.” Rowan’s jaw clenched, his eyes still fixed on mine, unwavering. He was trying to gauge my resolve, to find a weakness, but there was none. Not on this. He knew me, knew my bond with Derek, knew the fire that burned beneath my calm exterior. He let out a slow, heavy breath, a sound of defeat. “As you command, My Queen,” he finally conceded, the words heavy with resignat

Serenity, "Have you ordered Levante's coronation attire? The designers should have sent it home already," the Lycan King asked Gamma General Gideon, Lunaria's mate and husband, as everyone enjoyed dessert during the celebrations. "Yes, My King. They will be delivered for Lycan General's final checks," he replied quietly. "Thanks to Serenity, I hope everything will go smoothly." The Lycan King looked at me with genuine gratitude. "We have been troubling you."

I laced my hands through his, before mirroring the warm smile he wore back at him. “As you all are very well aware, Serena Blackmore is my mate, meaning she is your future Queen and Luna, for those who will remain in the Royal Pack after graduation. However, she is much more than that. Serena isn’t just a werewolf, she is also the direct descendant to the throne of Midsummer. For those of you who do not understand what this means, Serena is a hybrid. Half werewolf and half faerie.” Nate confirmed, squeezing my hand every few moments to give me some comfort.

"Cassian, please. Look at me. It is your pup. You know me. Please don't do this to us." Cassian looked down at my stomach, his face unreadable for a long moment. Then, he looked back up to my face. The brief hesitation vanished, replaced by a cold, narcissistic sneer that made him look like a total stranger. "It doesn't change anything," Cassian said softly, his voice dropping to a whisper. "If anything, it just makes things cleaner for the inheritance. I don't want any loose ends coming back to haunt me later." My heart broke into a million pieces. The pain of the silver chain around my neck was nothing compared to the agony in my chest. The male I loved was going to kill me and our unborn