Novel & Cerita Lestat Queen Of The Damned

' She typed in her user ID and password before leaning back and clicked enter. A string of words that read, 'WELCOME BACK TO WSR A, PHANTOM' appeared on the screen. She was about to place her hand on the mouse when strings of messages exploded on the screen. Big Nick: Eh... Phantom is online. TsoRukshi: NEWS FLASH! The King is online. King is online. Player#25: You guys should come online. Phantom is online. Big Nick: It seems there will be lots of dead bodies in today's war *grins*

“Why do you say that?” Linhua thinks back to the Queen’s reaction when she saw the blonde’s face, and shakes her head. As if her trouble thoughts are making her thirty, she lifts the cup and drowns the rest of the drink inside. “The Queen is obsessed with her,” she says a little too loudly. The door opens just as the words leaves her mouth, and Linhua flies to her feet, while choking on her spit. She stares wide-eyed at the Queen who just emerged from the inner chamber.

I demanded answers. “My child. My name is Selene. I am the Moon Goddess.” She lightly chuckles at my apparent stupidity. She continues while I relax and stand up straight. “You are in my realm sweetheart.” “Wait. If you’re the Moon Goddess, and I’m in your realm, does that mean…does that mean that I’m…I’m dead!?” I stumble across my words trying to make sense of everything. Last thing I remember was being at the football game and helping Sammi up, and then…those eyes. Those big bowls of honey staring at me. My footing falters as I come to realization that I’m dead. I mean, I must be. Right?

In the center, bent over a microscope made of polished obsidian and brass, was Elara. She looked up, her magnified eyes behind thick lenses blinking. When she saw me, she was on her feet in an instant, bowing her head. “Alpha Queen.” “Rise, Elara. This is urgent.” I grabbed Kayden by the arm and shoved him forward. He stumbled into the circle of light. “Run every test you know on him. Blood, tissue, bone, magic. Everything. Tell me what he is.” Kayden jerked his arm back. “Hey! I’m a living person, you know!”

Chains of molten iron rose from the floor and clamped around her wrists and ankles, spreading her wide and lifting her hips obscenely. “Behold your new Queen in the making!” Azrathor roared, his voice shaking the cathedral pillars. “This once-pure mortal slut summoned me and offered her womb. Tonight we break her completely, were going to fill her, breed her, corrupt her soul until she begs to rule beside me as my eternal demonic whore!” A deafening roar of approval erupted. The congregation surged forward. Elara’s heart(or what was left of it) pounded with terror and overwhelming, burning lust. “Oh fuck… there’s so many…”

her voice dropped into a near-whisper, laced with lethal intent, “—I’ll strike the final blow myself.” Zara lifted her gaze slightly, her eyes wide with awe. “Shall I summon the elite, my Queen? The ones bound to your will?” Lila’s gaze turned sharp as a dagger. “Yes. Bring me the strongest. The marked. I want them in position, hidden, waiting. The moment Damian falters... we rain death.” Zara’s breath caught. “As you command, my Queen.” Lila’s expression darkened, her power rising like a stormcloud behind her. “Tell them this is the beginning of the end. The age of light is crumbling... and I will reign in the ashes.”

A man on the boat reached out his hand to help me up. His face was hidden in shadow, but I could see a scar running down his cheek. I watched the flames and bid farewell to my former self. From this moment on, there was no more Serena Ferrari. From now on, I would become my own queen.

“Queen Esther.” Klyde raised his brows in amazement as he turned to her. “Mother!” Finally, he was able to see her alive after fourteen years. Esther smiled at her son nodding before she looked ahead at Lyceon. “Greetings, Lycan king.” She politely bowed and smiled at Lyceon before looking at Allison. The faint smile on her lips didn't go unnoticed by Allison. “My name is Esther, the vampire Queen and chosen witch by Madame Viviane. One of the colleagues of your Mate’s mother. I hope you might know her.”

Her hair in shambles around her as she sobbed. I stepped past her. Inside, Elder Dominic lay in his bed. And on every inch of exposed skin, his forearms, his throat, and even the side of his face pressed into the pillow. All red dripping sores. Behind me, a flash crossed Alex’s face and he swore. “It was never as fast as this.” My gut hardened to stone. Whatever variant of the plague had been spread at the ball, it was stronger. Behind me, Lady Dominic wailed loudly. "He was fine at the memorial. He was—"