Kingdom Of The Wicked Series の小説・ストーリー

he agreed passionately kissing me fully. I was extremely blessed beyond measure. Who would have thought, a thirteen year old bastard daughter of a king would rise to become the most powerful werewolf Queen that ever lived? May our lineage live on after us. What started as a small planned rebellion against Submission, led to a tremendous victory and the Rise of the Bastards! What a twisted fate....

The Royally Screwed Queen ( Complete) 3. The Royally Screwed Princess ( Coming January 2023) 4. The Royally Screwed Rogue ( Coming 2023) 5. The Royally Screwed Mate ( Coming soon) 6. The Royally Screwed Warrior ( Coming Soon) I hope you will stick around for the next one as we go back to the werewolf kingdom. Please also check out my F...B...Page (Setiyele M.) There is a whole community of loving people there who you can talk about the books with. There is also a lot of other information I share about the books there.

N/B: This is a different book. A standalone in the Wickedly universe. It's been months since Freya Adams died. Everyone thinks it's an accident, but Allison Adams knows better. Freya was her sister, and they were close. So, so close. When the Adams family tries to get Allison to marry Paul Debarcio in Freya's place, Allison is scared and tries to escape. Paul killed Freya, and he would kill her too, because she knows too much about his crimes.

Steam swirls in the opulent chamber, the scent of chamomile lingering in the air and my mind wanders through the labyrinth of lies spun by my detested uncle, the king. As the palace servants meticulously wash me, their eyes averted, I stare at my own half-naked reflection in the mirror. I'm not disabled; it's a fabrication concocted by my uncle's twisted mind, fueled by his hatred and fear. The king seeks to undermine me, to strip away any sense of power or influence I might possess. He's afraid of what I could do to him. But it's time to reclaim my power, turn the tables on my enemies, and catch them off guard. Alistair, my loyal beta werewolf, stands guard outside the chamber, a silent gua

The man looked at us coldly and, waving his hands, pushed us away with some kind of magic, slamming our backs against the ground. The reality was that the kingdom was divided into four: vampires, sorcerers, wolves, and werewolves. My kingdom was that of the werewolves, while the kingdom of the sorcerers and wolves belonged to King Vladimir, a man who always kept watch over everything in his path and possessed power like no other. “This man stole my mate!” Daniel shouted, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth. “You're wrong, she's my mate!” I growled, clenching my fists in rage. “I found her wounded in the forest after she was attacked.”

Too fast. My eyes closed before I could stop them. The dream came sharp and bright. I was standing over the Riccis’ kingdom, their corners burning, their men kneeling, their family shattered. I had won. Sara stood beside me, her hand in mine, her smile soft and perfect. “You did it,” she whispered. “You won.” Of course I did. I pulled her closer, but her smile twisted. Then she laughed. Not sweet. Not soft. Cruel. “You lose,” she said.

Poor Emerald Cooper: her half-sister hated her so much she wanted her dead before her twenty-fourth birthday. Will thought he should practice being honest more often. Next time. “I guess psychopaths aren’t all the same after all,” she said, eyeing him. If it would satisfy her to call him a psychopath, a serial killer, or a monster, so be it. Will wouldn’t give a shit. Those words meant nothing to him anyway. “No, we aren’t.” “So, you agree that you are a psychopath.”

The vampire kingdom is a dark, damp, and cold place as Willow expected. She scrunched her nose as her foot landed on another muddy puddle, slowly ruining her sneakers. The vampire kingdom is located between the werewolf and fae kingdom. Hence, it is colder than fae and damper than werewolf one where cold is a constant companion. "I hate this place," Willow muttered under her breath. Fae likes sunshine and autumn. The dewy, fresh smell of the leaves, the scents that a flower emits while blooming, the warm sun rays on the skin, everything is wonderful. Which is not the case with this kingdom.

°°°° "Men and women of Kingdom Brone, we are gathered here to face the terror that is upon us. None of you who will fight today were forced to come here, you all rose and did so on your own. For love, for hope, in courage, and I honour this. I am grateful for this-" "This is your fault! You and that wretched daughter of yours! Just surrender, so we can all go home, go back to our lives!" A woman cried out from amongst the crowd of people that were gathered. "Seize her!" The king cried, and guards moved through the crowds and towards the woman who was being held by people to keep her from running away. Hannah stood from her seat and went to her father's side. All courtesy abandoned.

No Species had asked to be genetically altered with animal DNA, it hadn’t been a choice they were given, and their only so-called crime had been to survive year after year of abuse at the hands of scientists, doctors, and researchers who used their bodies to create drugs to help humans. Not that they got much appreciation for any medical advancements their suffering had provided. The door opened and Tiger popped his head in cautiously. “I could hear you snarling from next door.” He edged inside and closed the door. “Are you all right?” “It’s just a bad day.” “That’s not uncommon. Has something happened that is unusually bad?” “We just have a new group of people to contend with.” “We always d