Novel & Cerita Queen Blood

Niklaus found it amusing and chuckled. "Thor, why do you call me your Queen?"I asked as I sat on the throne seat. Thor's expression turned serious, "Your DNA holds the markers of the ancient ones, the rulers of the planet Xanthea. You are the last living female heir of the royal family onboard." "And who are the others in the chambers?" "They are the ship's crew and staff and one grandchild of the late Queen, Prince David." "But isn't David the next in line for the crown?"

Victoria on the other hand is wearing short jump suit on heels and gold jewelry. "I don't know if this went across to everyone but a member of the Infernal bloodbath pack almost killed our heir and today such culprit will be punished. Her name is Susan Carl, she is from the Infernal bloodbath pack. This is what happens to anyone who tries to kill the Queen", he nods and Susan is laid on a plank, her legs and hands are tied from the back, clothing in her mouth. A guard holding up a sword. My eyes lands on Aiden who is on his feet, his mouth opened so wide, his parents is just as flabbergasted as he is. I couldn't stop the smile that plastered on my lips. Oh boy. I love that look of helplessne

I shrugged and Blaine looked impressed, but still not convinced. "Don't provoke her, Blaine," Mateo said and Blaine shrugged. "I don't believe your mate. She is bluffing." "How about I prove to you-" "Children, stop," the queen said as she looked at me and Blaine, shaking her head. "Now I have four kids," she said with a long dragging breath, and I didn't know why it made me feel like the luckiest person alive in Draconia, right now. King Rupert opened the locker and then pulled out what looked like small locker box, once again made of styrodian. And he opened the box and my breath just stopped from the magnificence of the crown.

She couldn’t quite put her finger on it. “There’s something else, Your Majesty,” the Queen said, even more agitated now. “That woman from Lark Hall has grown increasingly brazen! Just look—this year, the palace acquired a fresh batch of rare snowberry elixir. His Majesty used to send it to me, but this time he gave it to her. Who is she? Nothing but a plaything! Is she really worthy of such fine gifts? I went to confront the King, and he simply said he’d give me some next time. I am the Queen of this nation! To be slighted by a mere mistress—how disgraceful, if word gets out? And now His Majesty is treating her far too well. Something’s wrong. I’ve noticed her gait is unsteady lately—I suspe

Her own attire – simple green wool instead of her usual hunting leathers – drew curious glances from other gods and nymphs who passed them on the way. "He always knows when his favorite toys return home. And he never likes it when we've been playing in his garden without his permission." There was edge to her voice – a resentment born of centuries spent under Zeus’s rule, of watching him claim dominion over all things while expecting others to follow his commands without question. She had always valued her independence more than most of the Olympians, choosing the freedom of the wild over the comforts of the palace, but even she felt the pull of duty that bound them all to their king.

Against all odds. But holding is not the same as winning. And eventually, they could not hold anymore. I turned the page. And found a portrait. Just a sketch, really. Pen and ink. Faded with age. A woman. She was not young in the portrait, but she was not old either. She was somewhere in between, in that particular place where a person stops looking like what they were and starts looking like what they are. Her hair was loose. Her expression was not afraid. Mira. Last Queen of the Witch Covens. Keeper of the High Flame. Killed in the forty-third year of the Crimson War by Aldric the Elder, great-great-grandfather of the current Alpha King.

Her head was now adorned with a gigantic crimson crown, made of supercharged, standing hair. " Frivolous? You took away my newborn without my consent... " " Mind your words, woman. I am your king before I am your husband. I don't need your consent regarding matters of the state. And the whereabouts of my heir is one of those. " The queen immediately stopped in the middle of her track. She twitched her neck and her hair immediately fell over her shoulder. It was back to being dark brown once again. She retraced her steps and then muttered under her breath,

Was she angry that I interrupted them? "Your majesty, let's continue," She cued she reached for his arm. The dark king snatched his hand from her grip and kept his gaze on me. "The queen, she contracted the plague." From the look on his face, it felt like I had slapped him hard on the cheek. "She what? That can't be?" He scoffed. "I checked, it's on her right thigh. She probably covered it up so you won't notice." The dark king shot up from the bed and pulled on his robe. "I cannot let anything happen to her. She needs to carry my child, my heir."

Qhawekazi revealed. “It can’t be the kingdom has no living relatives besides my husband and my son.” It did not make sense to the queen because the only living royals of the kingdom were those she mentioned. “I know that my queen but this one is clear as day that the heart is that of a royal member and that is of pure blue blood. Its rhythm makes me weak like that of Senzangakhone our late royal poet and drains my energy every time it beat like the voice of the late king Hintsa.

“Si.” “What about our children?” “Well, our first daughter is promised to Dmitri Orlov who is keeping my throne warm as we speak. Our sons will just have to learn how to play nicely and share. Per favore, Leo…. Don’t fight me on this.” “You do realise that the title Defiant Queen is so fitting for you?” His voice softens, followed by the look in his eyes. It’s almost like he is proud of me for following my heart. “So, does that mean the boy can stay with us?” Hope lines my voice.