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Leinaar clenches her teeth as she wraps her bloody and bruised arms around his leg. “Leinaar…” I whisper, terrified for her life. “This is news. I never knew the two queens were friends.” Nefzaan whispers. “I don’t need to let you live if you are acting so disrespectfully, and since you have insulted me, death alone is not enough for you. May this be a lesson to Agnarr.” He rolls his head as he kicks her off him, his power surging as he turns. Bending down, he grabs her by the hair and throws her to the ground.

But then, watching the same people over and over again gets boring overtime. Diving into the book, I reopen to one of my favorite parts of the lycan battles. It is the chapter where the lycan king was brought to his knees by the queen, and makes she him beg her for his life. He wasn’t expecting her, or that she would even do something like that. It is what makes me like it more. I feel like I relate to the queen well. She has always been undermined and underrated, then she wound her full potential and—

I get up and walk over to open the door, only to see the fae Queen outside with one of her maidens. “Your majesty? What can we do for you at this late hour?” “I.. She looks over my shoulder to Alpha Liam and Luna Maddison. “My apologies, but I’ve been informed that dark faes has decided to join forces with your enemy, and that brings me into a position where I must act. I am their Queen, and I have ordered them to stand down, but they have declared war on me instead, and sources say they are already at your pack. I’m so sorry!”

“We came in here to expose Karissa. We have done that. Neriah is my fated mate. She is the future queen. The Moon Goddess made that decision.” “Neriah,” Helena said. “I’m sorry for the confusion. Between what I found and what was said, everything lined up to make you the cruel and harmful person in this situation. I was wrong to accuse you without hearing your side of the story.” My eyes widened. Is the queen admitting she was wrong? Is that even heard of in our realm? Fred spoke up. “I knew my queen would come to her senses. Now, I think we have been far too lenient on Karissa. She is sleeping in a bed when she is a cold and vicious woman. GUARDS!”

"Wearing a crown. Coiled around a broken sword." Varek took one slow step back. Boots bolted to the floor. "That line is dead," Varek said. The words came out like gravel. "The Sovereign King and his wife burned in the Sector Four sweeps. Ten years ago. There was no child." "The girl is twenty," Tor said. Voice coming back now. Harder. Like he'd made a decision. "She grew up in Sector Four. She fights with the Sovereign form... you saw it yourself in the hallway. And her father isn't hiding from a shipping debt." Something moved in Tor's face. Something complicated and old and guilty. "He's a Royal Guard. He's been keeping her buried in the outer rim for ten years to keep her breathing."

Or maybe her father had been teaching him a thing a two about it. "The Queen died before Magnus was murdered by Xerxes, she is identified as a traitor and am immoral woman." Azeah speaks up, and everyone murmurs, he was right, the Queen cheated on the king, Asher wasn't entirely sure what to say again, "But the way at which the king acquired her was wrong, it was against her will!! And that is against the goddess herself!! If you wish to fight the goddess then go to the mountains and ask her to come down herself. The king did wrong and that prompted the Queen to do so too!!" Sheila speaks up, her breathing a bit ragged.

she says. My heart drums rapidly in my chest. The female who stood before me is one of the most respected monarchs in Midgar. Nefertari, the Blood Queen of Fae, or so she was called. Her reign started with the mass killing of the corrupt Fae council. Stepping forward I place a fist over my heart bowing.

Farah in her new identity and vessel crosses the path and finally towards him. “As so the one who is meant for you.” Teasing as he intentionally reads the Queen’s memory from way down and back of its past by which the Queen took it offensively. He giggles in amusement towards the Queen’s anger. “Fool!” She screams at him and by which her anger boils while all the while her familiar is now curled up unto the rock sleeping soundly. Where it does not mind what is happening or treat the scene into any danger or warning towards its queen.

Warmth instantly filled the room, along with a light that cast deep shadows. "Sit." Karmina gestured to the loveseat as she sat across from it. Chelsea seemed to hesitate until Nol rested a hand on her arm and guided her to the loveseat himself. He, not so kindly, sat her down onto it and returned to Karmina's side silently. "I should commend you." "Why would you do that?" Chelsea asked as she glared at the straightfaced Nol. "Few Werewolves call out to me anymore." Karmina said with a slight pout. "Not since their Queen awakened." The mention of the Werewolf Queen twisted Chelsea's expression of being hateful and regret. "Does it bother you?"

As the priest made the incision, a drop of her blood dripped into the bowl, an eerie sign of her malevolence. "Say the vows of the queen," the priest instructed, and Farah recited the words with a chilling smile, her voice laced with darkness. She was moments away from claiming the throne she had coveted for so long. The priest crowned her with the heavy, bloodstained tiara, and a hushed tension filled the room. Farah stood with the scepter in her hand, her crimson gown now a symbol of the malevolent power she had just attained. The gathered wolves, manipulated by her deception, chorused in unison, "Long live the queen!"