Novel & Cerita Princess Elena Scepter

I fell to my knees as the chains released, my circulation returning in painful pins and needles. "Princess, can you stand?" the omega girl asked, rushing to support me. "What is your name?" I asked her. "Elena, Your Majesty. I served in the kitchens." "Elena." I gripped her hand. "Thank you for believing in me." "We all believe in you. The servants, the guards who remember the old ways, even some of the nobles who are tired of Ravenclaw's cruelty." Theron moved to the princes' cells, melting their locks one by one. Prince Kael was the first to emerge, immediately moving to check on his brothers.

Pretty, if you weren’t running for your life. “Hold up,” Geoffrey said, waving his guys into a half-circle, every one of them tense. “Final climb’s a beast, and you lot look half-dead.” Everyone collapsed onto the rocks, sucking wind. Elena sidled over to Geoffrey, voice low. “What the princess did back there… that’s not just empathy, right?” He shook his head, almost whispering a curse. “Nope. She woke up some old bloodline thing. She's hell on wheels for anything evil, Kael’s worst nightmare. Didn’t see that coming.”

“No one rules beside me. Not anymore. I will break the chains of every woman who came before me—witch, queen, or prisoner. And I will burn the throne if it refuses to kneel.” The Queen gave a slow, reverent nod. “Then take this.” From her sleeve, she revealed a blade of mirrored obsidian, pulsing with runes carved by lost goddesses. “The Crownslayer. Forged to cut through enchanted blood. It was meant for me. But it sings louder for you.” Elara took it. The blade felt like truth in her hand. Tonight, she would not beg, or plead, or suffer. She would rise. And the crown would fall.

Even kween, who was half-way through a selfie with a pout capable of killing, dropped her phone and glanced toward the elevator. Kween had, like, what? Forty million Estergram followers? If she was gazing, something was happening. I turned, squinting over the cubicles. I ran my hand through my white hair, trying to see— —and that's when I saw her. She was the literal definition of wealth.

"Alright. As you wish, my queen!" Alexandro leans on the back of the expensive chair, gazing at me as I start. "I'm Eleanor Arthur, Lycan Princess of Genovia and the potential Lycan King.” “Woooh!” They shout, applauding with excitement. It's the first time a girl will be king in the lycan world. I guess they are very proud of their girl. “With Alexandro, our wolves are in constant connection with each other.” My mind taught me to say something in addition.

~ELENA’S POV ~ I stood before the grand mirror in my chambers, staring at what was left of me. My hands ran down the embroidery of my ceremonial gown—heavy and suffocating. Just like the weight of being the Alpha of Sizzle pack which I carried for years. Unfortunately, that weight was taken off my shoulder. At first I was happy I was doing something like that. Sacrificing my position for my mate, Vernon. That was the best decision to me given the fact that I couldn’t morph.

I looked at the side that had the mask and nothing, there was not a single scar that showed she could have worn a mask. Does that mean they were lying, and she was pretending to have a scar all along? At this point I don't know what to believe anymore. I felt my heart twing with so much distrust as I looked at her. “I am the princess of DarkEast Moon pack Elodie Martin.” She bowed a little and not only I but everyone in the room seemed to be erupted by her soft speaking and the calm way she carried herself. I blinked twice and again, there was no way this was the same girl that I had seen, that one had a mask and…

Elena With piercing dark brown eyes and striking jet-black hair, it was as though the universe had conspired to grace the triplets with this shared, hypnotic feature. Beyond their matching gaze and hair, each of them possessed a unique magnetism of their own. Magnetism mixed with cruelty—a deadly combination, I knew in my heart, was capable of killing me a thousand times more than they already had. As I served the members along with them, I couldn't help but sneak a few glances at them.

my princess said. “Oh no… you don’t want to be just like your mother… I cannot handle more deadly stares,” Lucas said, which made me look at him calmly as I smile. “I will not stop you this time if you kill Lucas,” Leo said, then he carried Princess Leonia, our daughter who has the same power as Leo. “Your majesty… Grand Duchess Devious and Grand Duke Devious are here to see you,” Pi said. “Brother Elija’s here!” the twin shouted, then both of them ran towards the entrance of the palace.

“Tired of hiding. If I’m queen, I need to know what I’m ruling against.” She squeezed Damian’s hand. “Are you sure?” Damian kissed her knuckles. The king-gold in his eyes was steady. “I told you. Where you go, I go. Even to hell.” “Good,” Luna said. “Because I’m not letting him break me. And I’m not letting him break you.” She stepped toward the portal. Valen moved aside, amused, curious. Elena caught her arm before she crossed. Pressed something into her palm. A small obsidian dagger. Same as the one Selene gave her.