Romans & histoires Lord Milori And Queen Clarion

“Your Majesty, I did nothing improper. I only spoke with the Commander. Nothing more.” The Queen nodded once, then looked at Gideon. “Commander Malik, do you feel unwell?” “No, Your Majesty,” Gideon replied. His eyes returned briefly to me. There was something unreadable there, but his stance shifted slightly, placing himself between me and Mora without comment. The Queen turned back to Mora, her expression unreadable. “Mora is my personal potionmaker,” She said. “I sent her to oversee Commander Malik’s recovery. When the healers struggled, it was she who stabilized him. Her loyalty is to the Crown—and to his wellbeing.”

However, he noticed the ambiguous undertone in Adrian’s voice—it felt out of the ordinary. Just then, one of his subordinates pulled open Sarah’s blouse, revealing a vast expanse of fair, lustrous skin. The bruises and purple marks left by kisses stood out starkly, especially the plum-blossom-shaped mark above her collarbone—it was exceptionally vivid and conspicuous, clearly fresh.

The fairies were arriving at about the same time, most of them forming a circle around the little clearing. "All hail His Great and Royal Majesty the Most Illustrious Leader Frolthac of the Colony of Nature's Glory and Her Delectable and Most Beautiful Majesty Queen Lillia of Nature's Glory. All bow and tremble at their brilliance," announced Thorias, Captain of the Guard. Shamira bowed. Yosyp bowed. Renata bowed while snickering slightly and trying not to smirk. She thought faeries were just too damn funny. "He said it all in one breath again," Renata whispered.

No magic fueled them, no prophecy guided them—only their queen’s command and their own strength. Lillian sat atop her black warhorse, her silver-edged armor a stark contrast to the banners that flew behind her. The sigil of the Moonborn Throne was gone. In its place was her crest—the mark of a queen who ruled by choice, not by fate. She turned to her warriors, her voice carrying over the assembled ranks. “For centuries, our enemies feared the power of the throne,” she called. “They believed it made us strong. But they were wrong.” She lifted her sword, the steel glinting in the morning sun.

Dad says, looking for Morwenna, who is approaching the dais with Niko. “I hope she is, because if I am not given what I was promised…” he leaves his threat hanging. “We will keep our side of the promise,” Mom says, as Dad places a hand on her arm to calm her. “I am Morgana, Queen of Clair De Lune.” Mom says, holding out her hand. Agnarr arches a brow as his eyes rake over Mom, but he does not take her offered hand. “The Vampire Princess who brought peace to this kingdom and the Sanguine Empire. I heard you were once nothing more than a slave.”

I looked on as the five clans marched to their respective corners of the battlefield, the leader of each stepping forward to meet in the very centre. The King of the Lykans, King Duncan, the King of Lamia, King Caver, the Queen of the Seers, Queen Linsar, the Queen of the fae, Queen Hatter, and the Queen of Half-Caste, Queen Simone. The five leaders joined each other at the centre of the battlefield where they awaited the arrival of the sixth clan.

And I just reminded myself that this was the last one. It was at least an hour before we got everyone on the same page and had all the other packs’ loyalties spoken and confirmed. We relayed the information to Lorenzo and made sure everyone was aware of where the battles would be taking place, this was my point to speak about. I was the Luna, the warrior Queen, and head of the royal army which we suddenly had. I had a natural ability to see strategy of this war thanks to my extra senses and knowledge.

But it was too late; the Qilin was already throwing himself at the Queen, his mouth spewing a jet of lava. The Queen merely shook her head gently. Her hand rose up effortlessly and she clenched it into a fist tight and fast and the lava jet easily burst open, missing her squarely. Then she pointed at the Qilin charging headlong into her and a powerful force crushed down on him, smacking him right down to the ground like a fly and pinning him there. "You are all no match for me. Save your efforts," the Queen said coolly. Gao Mohan and the others who were just about to back up the Qilin screeched to a halt, their faces fraught with terror. The Queen was an Earth Immortal!

Morte Nera Empire Luciano Saint Claire's Mansion~ Luciano Saint Claire was the King of Morte Nera Empire; he was regarded as the leader of all the mob houses and Mafia leaders in Italy. He was seated on a sofa on the balcony of his room, sipping from a glass of scotch, while Antonio stood before him, his hands casually in his pockets. One thing he got from his father was the ability to mask his expressions, stay calm even under tensed situations, just like he was doing now. His addiction to scotch was also gotten from Luciano.

They weren't a border patrol; they wore the silk-lined crimson surcoats of the Grand Vizier’s personal intelligence wing, and their short-bows were already strung, their fingers notched with long, black-shafted arrows. The lead rider didn't try to close the distance. He recognized the towering black chimney of his own empire's road engine, but as his eyes tracked the massive, gold-marked Lycan Queen standing on the catwalk, his face twisted in a look of absolute, primal horror. He reached for the polished brass horn hanging at his lapel, his lips opening to blow a warning note toward the harbor fortifications below. "Torin!" Natalia screamed.