Leona Kingscholar Overblot Novels & Stories

Miranda chattered endlessly while Rina just listened, the hint of a smile tugging at her lips. Leona watched it all from the porch, sipping her tea. “I don't think she will run,” she said. “Not yet.” “She’s anchoring,” I whispered. Leona nodded once. “We’ve all been drifting for too long.” --- That evening, I found Leona finishing her notes in the corner office we now shared—well, tolerated sharing. “You still hate paperwork,” I teased. She grunted. “Hate is generous, give me another word worse than that.”

She arrived the palace and fear gripped everyone at once but before the guards in the palace could attack her, she bewitched them and made them bow at her feet while she grinned with so much delight feeling so fulfilled. Leonna was just done massaging Carmella's leg and had walked out of her room in tears when she noticed something awkward going on in front of the palace, she noticed a strange woman on a black rope chanting some words and making everyone bow at her feet, fear took grip of her and she fled at once to the back of the house running as fast as she could to inform the king of what was going on since she had seen him leave earlier and was so sure he had gone to see Diana and her m

Fury was beginning to blaze in Layla's eyes, and I tried to calm her down. An extra presence in the room caught our attention as the door was pushed open, and our gaze darted across the room to see who it was. A tall, voluptuous lady, dressed elegantly, stepped in with her shoulders high. “I am Leonie Blakes, and who the hell thinks she's worthy of being impersonated by me?” She sounded extremely arrogant. Layla shot her a scornful gaze before returning her attention to Doctor Vivian. ‘This is getting serious,’ I mumbled under my breath.

Stellan I looked at Leona silently, mind-linking my warriors to disarm Rose before she could scratch herself. Honestly, the trick was cheap; she would never slit her own throat. Leona sighed. “Rose, you have a real talent for stealing my spotlight — my engagement party, and now my mating ceremony. Too bad it didn’t work this time.” She turned to the shaman. “Continue, please.” Rose’s eyes widened. “Leona, I’ll do it. I swear.”

The mother of the king looks over to a few people in the crowd and wonders her gaze upon a young woman in a group of friends. Sylvia is there, the daughter of Aramorn, and the one on the glass-stained windows through the pictures that are there now don’t do the person justice as far as her beauty goes. Of course, a small sense of jealousy washes over Leona’s face. The older woman always hated the young girls flaunting their bodies over the men. So much so that her eyes never left hers while she is looking over at her friend group, that is until her focus is interrupted by Renetta. The wife of the lord places her hands down upon her lower stomach and looks over at her daughter cheering with h

“Even before I’m done writing, I’m sure you’d figure out the true meaning of the book if you manage to trap these fools here.” Then, Harvey continued writing while completely ignoring the gentleman. Leona’s eyes lit up when she took out her compass and swung her hand, revealing a piece of paper and cinnabar. The gentleman chuckled after seeing the sight. “As expected from the geomancy expert to keep pretending at a time like this, but it’s pointless… “Nothing matters before true strength! “Get him!” The men charged forward with their longswords unsheathed. Slap! Leona pressed the cinnabar onto the compass when she squinted.

Selene was beside Dorian in the photo, but all eyes in the frame seemed drawn to Leona. Leona placed the paper back down. “They’ll tire of it soon enough.” “Or Selene will add fuel,” Dana countered. “You know she hates being anything but adored.” Leona leaned back in her chair, folding her hands neatly in her lap. “Then she’ll make a mistake.” Dana’s grin widened. “And you’ll be waiting.” Leona said nothing more. She simply reached for her pen, signing the document in front of her as though the gossip swirling outside was nothing more than background noise.

of the person who owns them. "What's under that paint?" Artemisia pointed to the badly painted part, the witch looked confused at that point on the page. It was funny, since it was "hidden" as nutty as possible, anyone, at least that's what Artemisia thought, could see that there was something else on that page, besides the fact that the letters were so dark that the ink wasn't enough to cover everything. "Don't laugh at me, sometimes we don't find things when we're looking." Leonore said as she rolled her eyes and made a mini cloud of lilac smoke stop on top of that part.

Leona let out a humourless chuckle and ambled over to the polished purple-daubed wall where numerous paintings were exhibited. "It's so easy to overpower you. No fun," she mumbled. Her slender fingers traced the painting of the fiery red eyes of the woman and blood dripping down her cheek but a dangerous smile prancing on her lips. "Surprisingly you won various awards for that painting, but I still don't know what it depicts," the man spoke in a wearily. The red resemblance reflected in her alien eyes as the swell of memories mocked her but she was abrupt to slap them hard and shove them back in the rotting box of hell burning in her body.

Zuleika POV The campus was alive with gossip and excitement about the Luna Ball. Every conversation I overheard seemed to circle back to the same topic: Leina and Lanvin's "Luna confirmation." Students who had barely known either of them days ago were suddenly acting like experts on their supposed perfect match, discussing what Leina would wear, speculating about the ceremony, talking about how romantic it all was. I wanted to scream. Wanted to tell them all that it was a lie, that Leina was a fraud, that the mark on her collarbone was not the blessing of the Moon Goddess but the result of dark magic and deception.