Queen Gibdo Wing Novels & Stories

She struggled to breathe. "LUNA! Stop it! We have to go find the baby before Liam gets angry," a wolf man stopped the brutal act Luna had done to Allea. "This woman must die. Do you know what? Liam dumped me in favour of this human. Soon, I'll have to become queen. I will marry Liam. Of course, after this human dies." Luna couldn't control herself because of her emotions. She attacked Allea, tearing her body apart. Until Allea finally gave up on her life.

She said. "And how did she get to know?." "I have no idea my king." "She wouldn't eat or drink anything for a few days now." "She's in love with another wolf, his name is Brandon." "A descent of the"Black dove pack." "His family are hunters." "Gwen is afraid you'll subdue him with your power and mark her." She's delusional. I thought to myself. "They're madly in love with each other." She cried.

Gaia scoffed. I was finally able to look at my wings in full detail. From my back and the top of my wings were scales, they were a light green gold color. From there the green faded into pure gold feathers and they faded from yellow gold to white at the tips. I extended them and they were about eight foot high and twelve foot wide. They were as soft as Emerial’s but sharp at the edges. I cut my finger on one and it healed instantly.

Xiao Qin immediately transmitted a voice message to everyone. Caspian gathered his eyesight and looked over. When the pair of wings was flying at a high speed, the whole body was wrapped in a pale gray light. At this time, when they stopped, everyone saw clearly that the wings were of the same color. Half of it was golden and the other half was silver-white. On the wings, there were a total of six cultivators. They were also divided into two halves and stood on both sides of the wings. On the golden side, there was a pattern of a blazing sun behind the robes.

Like sisters, maybe? “Pshaw,” the queen flicked a wrist and the sirens around her cringed back, “This is nothing. That infernal bird riled everyone up again. We had to do something.” “You mean the Lightning Bird, Astrapi?” said Ilyria. The queen’s eyes widened. “Delightful,” she said, walking toward Ilyria. Ilyria sensed Madame Skia’s panic but stood her ground. Up close the queen was disconcerting. Her flesh hung grey and loose but her eyes were sharp and of a quite beautiful mauve hue, edged in long dark lashes. “I smell it on her,” she said, sniffing Ilyria. She turned to Madame Skia. “Have she and the bird been … intimate yet?”

Pointing her hand to the direction Darrell was standing. "Mom this is Darrell, he was been chased by firebirds so I rescued him and brought him here," Pontius replied. "Good day, ma'am," Darrell greeted politely and moved forward a bit. "Good day son," The queen replied with a smile on her face. The queen had a silver blue fin, with sparkling white scales, her eyes were green in colour, her white hair was long enough to cover her bosom. She was also holding a golden trident in her right hand.

Before I could respond, the entire temple shook. A voice echoed through the halls. "The Moon Queen has arrived." Everyone immediately drew their weapons. A figure appeared at the far end of the temple. At first, I thought it was human. Then I realized I was wrong. The being stood tall, clad in armor of crystal and silver. Long white hair flowed behind them. Their eyes shone a brilliant blue. But the most striking feature... They had wings. Not like Rowan's. Not like Seluna's. These wings seemed to be made of pure starlight.

Susan chanted and threw a handful of grey powder into the air, “hear my voice. Accept this vessel. Accept this blood.” She walked to a table near the altar and picked up a large sword. The blade was long and heavy, with strange symbols etched along the metal. The red moonlight reflected on it making it glow faintly. My heart...my spirit....lurched. “No,” I whispered. “No, no, no…” Sarah’s grip on my arm tightened. “What is she doing?” “She is blessing it,” Athena said grimly. “She wants the sword to carry the curse. To make the death permanent.”

The drums had started to play a low, steady beat that seemed to vibrate through my chest. My throat bobbed as we approached the altar, where the entire tribe had gathered to watch. A priestess with feathers in her hair and a mask that looked like the face of an owl was standing there, praying quietly. Gareth was waiting for me as well. He was shirtless, his chest painted similarly to mine. He smiled when he saw me and extended his hand. “My Queen,” he said. I took his hand. His palm was rough and calloused, and his grip was too tight.

Behind her great wings unfurled in sweeping arcs of ruby and white-gold, their feathers catching shards of sapphire and amber so that every movement of the sunlight made them appear ready to lift from the glass itself. Upon her brow rested no crown of metal. Flame. Three great tongues of fire rose above her head, intertwined so elegantly they formed a crown that appeared to burn without ever consuming itself. The Queen did not look gentle. She looked impossible to defeat. "...Aurelia." The name escaped Adelaide as little more than a breath.