Novel & Cerita Locust Queen Gears Of War

Tyler encouraged Emily. "Keep doing whatever it is you are doing, my love," I encouraged Jenny. "ENOUGH!" bellowed the shadowy figure which caused the barrier to shatter. The girls screamed but didn't lose their balance. "Everyone get ready," It was like a game of Chinese whispers as the command went from team to team in a wave. The largest creature I had ever seen emerged from the trees flanked by all the misfits from each supernatural order. "ATTACK!" he shouted as they all ran towards us. "I want the queen alive. Bring her to me."

All I could see was my final moments of Rose and her head rolling towards me. I let out a deafening roar and hurl the crib against the other side of the room, shattering the wood to pieces. I shift into my leopard and take off towards the bitch Queen's territory. A group of leopards follow me, loyal to both me and Rose and would follow my lead without hesitation. We caught up with stragglers from the raid and I kill them with no mercy while those who followed me hung back, too scared to move. Six months later...

The spray hit her face, bitingly cold, carrying the sharp scent of old frost. "I don't need to swim through it," Anna said, looking across the twenty-foot gap to the final exit portal. Suspended above the roaring water were a series of uneven, rotating iron gears: the mechanical components that drove the pillars behind her. They spun at high speeds, slick with black grease and freezing spray. Torin yelled through the speaker, "The gears spin at sixty revolutions per minute, girl! One slip, and you lose a foot!" Anna didn't answer him. She looked back at Liam, her amber eyes locking onto his icy blue.

“Although it will take some time to train them. Albius and his men were our best - although clearly too stupid to carry out my orders as they were given.” “Do you think it could have been her? The wolfless woman?” “Well, it would make sense, wouldn’t it, Gifek.” He turns his eyes to look at the other man, smirking when Gifek doesn’t flinch or look away. “She’s the right age. She’s a Lycan - with or without a wolf, if everything they told us was true. It may be nothing. Flukes happen. But I want our spies in the Evercoat Kingdom to keep their ears open. We aren’t ready to wage open war… yet. If it is her, we will have to find another way.”

I was about to attack when I felt a tight hold at my wrist. “Run Luna,” Lucien whispered. I gave him a what are you saying look. “We can’t beat them all.” He added. I shook my head. "Are you insane? Their numbers won't up to my strength, Lucien." “Watch me,” I replied and let out a small grin flash on my face to convince him and didn’t waste any more time to move and crush every vampire’s chest before they could be able to move.

Lucy’s POV “Roar!!!” The walls shook around me as Leon Shepard gave chase, my legs being pumped at full force by Hestia. We bolted through a set of double doors into a large area that had various pieces of machinery and boxes stacked everywhere, making it a dangerous maze of pointy parts and hazardous turns. We slowed down slightly as to not make much noise and began to look for a place to hide amongst the mayhem. We didn’t have long after settling behind a broken pallet and plastic sheeting before the doors were thrown open again, Leon stepping through and having his breathing labored.

“Before I tell you, you must know that whatever the outcome, one thing is for certain. I will go down in flames or die trying to save us. We need to take every risk necessary to reach our endgame.” “And what exactly is our end game here, Leo?” Since the moment I first saw her, I have concealed a dark secret behind the facade of trying to be her hero. The heart of the now-defiant Queen may belong to someone else... But the truth is, Zeynep Volkov belongs to me and I will reduce cities to soot and ash to claim what is rightfully mine. No matter what it takes. I'll make her mine. If I have to wait... Kill for her...

The night was dark, as if hiding a beast ready to leap out and devour people. As someone was already tending to the queen, George stood up, ready to return to Tyrian Palace. But then, something in the corner caught his attention. It was a chest—likely part of the queen's dowry. The carvings of lions on it were incredibly lifelike. Even in the palace, such craftsmanship was rare. He walked over and suddenly noticed something off about the brick under his foot. It felt loose. His gaze darkened as he looked down… -

But he had also taken money from the Lorenzis. Fed them movements. Timelines. Access codes. He’d told himself it was survival. Amara called it betrayal. They were in the old vineyard outside Palermo. The air thick with dusk. Cicadas screaming. A small circle had gathered — Amara’s lieutenants, her generals, Cassian, Luca. And at the center: the Queen. Dressed in black. No crown. No veil. Just eyes like sharpened obsidian and a heart carved colder than stone.

I could feel my member harden as her hips ground against mine. “Touch me,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. But something seemed off. We'd just met, yet the urgency in her plea felt unsettling. It was like something had taken over her. Something that badly wanted me. As she tried to push my hand to her chest, I pulled away, my hands stiffening her grinding hips. “Make love to me, please. I'm burning,” she pleaded, her eyes void of their usual white. A low growl escaped my lips. My wolf pleased with her words and the sight of her dark, empty gaze.