Mikado Queens Novels & Stories

“And Miko does not wish to share the fate of a queen. She and Dildan are in love — their wedding was already planned before the king’s scouts arrived and chose her.” “Well then,” I suggest reasonably, “maybe the king won’t like her. Maybe they won’t have anything in common, and Miko will come back home. I assume there are several candidates, right? So why all the panic?” “That’s for you to deal with now,” Manar snaps sharply, his tone rising with authority. “Miko stays here and will be married in a month. Dil, take Naziza to Alaya and assign guards so she doesn’t run away. If the werewolves get wind of her, they’ll snatch her — and our whole plan will be ruined.”

____ The magic city of Mala Inside the throne room, there are 7 thrones with an empty throne in the middle, while the other 6 are occupied by 5 people (Noe- Elf Queen, Nay- Druid Queen, Nia- Fairy Queen, Noa- Ice Queen and Violet- Shadow Dragon) and one little child (Erin- the Vampire Queen). They all wear white clothes that are closed complete with masks.

* Second headline, posted minutes later: **ART QUEEN JOINS THE CHASE – LIORA KANE SITS CLOSE, HELPS NICO IN CLASS** *Shoulder-to-shoulder. Hand on his notebook. Intimate vibes. Nico now #3 on the Bloodmate Board.* Kai whistled low. “Number three, man. Three. You’re basically untouchable now. Elite tier perks are gonna start rolling in—private lounge access, priority everything. The queens are fighting over you.” Theo glanced up from his fries. “Fighting? Or collecting?” Jax snorted. “Both. Look at the comments. Half want to be him. Half want to murder him.”

the old woman prompted. "Yes," responded Nadine, a woman with dark hair and a physique that exuded strength and agility, reminiscent of a warrior or a seasoned fitness instructor. Standing at 170 cm, her muscular frame was accentuated by the simple dark singlet she wore. "Luna Queen class refers to a special group of destined Lunas meant to support the Alpha King. Typically, they are bound to their own destined Alphas. However, if their destined Alpha perishes or is slain, these Lunas have the autonomy to choose which Alpha King candidate to support. They can even align with a non-destined Alpha from their own pack, aiding him in his quest to become the Alpha King.

Mikali said, his finger moving as it was clear he was anxious to get a round or two off before Mila had a chance. “They’ll know we found this place and wiped out what they had going here, but they won’t know that we found out they’re looking for scandium unless he tells them. And they won’t know we are certain who the queen is, either.” Zane was standing behind Jo, and she didn’t turn to look at him when he spoke, but she liked the confident way he said his piece. “Are we sure we know who the queen is?” Mikali asked in her head.

Kenshi raised a brow and Mizuko giggled, “perceived. You are a great crown prince.” “Tch,” Kenshi scoffed, giving her a scorn. Then he inhaled deeply blowing it out afterwards. “I plan on making Mira Queen. Look at her now, I can see a great ruler out of her. I just want to live with you.” “But,” Mizuko looks Kenshi in the eyes and the way he looks at her made her feel guilty inside. She is bound to die when Hannock tells him. “What if I die? I don’t want you to hope I will—“

Meredith leaned her head against him and moments later they hit the bottom and wound up in a tangled mess on the the dark ground. When Meredith regained herself from that long gall. She was worried about whether or not Braden was okay but he wasn’t there. She sat that she amongst the pawns on large what looked like a huge chess board. Meredith looked around and sighed as she saw Mizuki as the white queen dressed all in white. She wore an intricate silk kimono with a pattern of silver dragons throughout and pokkuri geta shoes that were about six inches off the ground. Her long hair was up in an elaborate chignon decorated with kanzashi.

But something inside her was shifting — something she couldn’t name. And it wasn’t peace. Later that night, Mikel arrived with a package. “It came from Palermo,” he said. “No name. Just this.” Luca opened it. Inside was a single chess piece — the Queen. Beneath it, a note: The board is reset. Move carefully. Amara stared at the symbol etched into the base of the piece — a rose coiled with barbed wire. It wasn’t Diana’s. It wasn’t the Espositos.