Mikado Queens の小説・ストーリー

Zora held it out to me, "this belongs to you." I gingerly held the book between my fingers in fear it would disintegrate to ash if I was too rough. The leather on this book had been embroidered with purple thread—the image of a howling wolf's head being formed. If I listened closely enough, I could make out faint whispers coming from the book—a cacophony of different sounds urging me to do one thing: open the book. "The wings called to him the way the wolf calls to you," Zora explained. She moved to exit the room with one last statement, "Only one person would make a better queen than you and when it comes time for them to rule, you will be proud."

Reina chuckled and replied, "Pfft, then you're more than welcome to my home, kiddo." Amber's face lit up with excitement, and she skipped ahead to join Lana and Kyle, who had already finished dressing up. Lana, dressed in a deep green formal dress with a square neckline, spaghetti straps with a beaded tassel and high slit, turned towards Reina and did a twirl. "Pleased to meet you, Ashlyn Woods. I'm Lana Mactokins from the Rosian organization." Amber couldn't contain her excitement and commented, "Purr slayyyy!"

4 YEAR LATER THIRD POV As years passed , Athena had completed her training. She had quarreled with Ice first because he didn't want her to complete her training. But in the end she won the argument . As for the community, they trembled with fear when ever they heard that someone was killed. THE TIGERS,THE DEVIL,THE VIPER,THE COLLECTOR and THE CRAZY QUEEN were the most feared of all. No one knew the owners of those names but they were horrified of them

Something about her gaze lingered, sharp and probing, before she ordered a flat white and vanished into the morning crowd. She ordered a marocchino—medium, with whipped cream—her manner suggesting she hadn’t time for more than brief civilities. The elderly woman seemed to be hurrying somewhere, her movements clipped yet unhurried. I placed a few sugar cubes on the saucer, separate, as she preferred.

I sometimes think this is a new tradition brought in recently with mates getting married as once you’re marked you have a bond for life and this is normally only broken when one of the pair dies, but this has been changed again with more mate pairs rejecting each other either from the beginning or when they no longer want to be with the other person later down the line. “Are you happy? Was this everything you wanted My Queen?” Ryder whispered in my ear, I was able to just about hear him over the music that was playing during the reception, but with him being so close sent shivers down my spine. “I’m very happy My King and this was a perfect day, the crown is perfect thank you.” I replied, ge

The Alpha Queen was surprised to see me barging inside the room, her dropped jaw made me regret that I didn’t knock before coming inside. “Princess passed out because of anxiety, nothing to be worried about. It’s quite common for female wolves to faint when they get marked or mated or sometimes even a slight physical encounter with their mate vacates a great impact,” the pack doctor explained frankly. I felt a little uneasy hearing about all those things from a female doctor and in front of my mate’s mom and friends.

Queen on the board, pieces mine to maneuver. Hearing adjourned in controlled chaos, heels clicking, warning shots as I exited. Phone vibrated—Kenji.Gala. Tonight. Black silk. Be flawless. Reward-laced command. Tension coiled low, memory of penthouse pin stirring heat, but strategy trumped desire. Omega protests seeded, Rourke purged—board reset. Yet shadows lingered, Eiko's riddle echoing: bend or shatter.

Marek’s eyes stayed fixed somewhere beyond the walls like he was listening to something none of us could hear. “The dead are tied to the Hollow,” he said quietly. “And the Hollow remembers blood.” A chill crawled slowly down my spine. Theo grabbed another knife from the weapons cabinet near the wall. “You’re saying they can recognize her? Because of The First Queens blood in her?” Marek finally looked at me. “Yes.” Jax swore under his breath before shoving extra ammunition into the back of his jeans. “Great. Ancient underground nightmare zombies with tracking instincts. Fantastic night we’re having.”

Catarina Rosales Marquez surveyed her garden of fruit and vegetables in the windswept hills of Mindanao. The Aswang Queen of Domminga Mountains, Catarina ruled with an iron thumb, her sleek black hair like a whip, replete with eyes of black pearls that shone like a viper's.