Queen Glacier Wings Of Fire นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He added quickly, angrily, as if hating the softness in himself: “Don’t make me regret it.” Then he turned away, leaving Elara with the unspoken truth burning between them— The Fire King was not cold. He was burning too hot to touch.

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.

"I felt the Moon trying to tell me you were mine. It sickens me." He lifted me higher, his arm straight, hoisting me into the air by my neck. I couldn't breathe. Black spots started to dance in my vision. The crowd was cheering now, calling for my head. My own pack members were spitting at my feet. "I’d rather burn my kingdom to the ground than be mated to a child-killer," Kaelen growled, his face inches from mine. His eyes were pure animal rage. "You want to be a monster? I'll treat you like one."

The words came out harsher than intended, and something flickered across his face, pain, gone so quickly I almost imagined it. Then the doors burst open. Diana rushed inside and three warriors followed her, their expressions changing the instant they saw the silver flames. "Oh no." Diana looked horrified and that didn't help, at all. "What?" The older woman stared at the fire, then at me. "The Moonfire." My stomach dropped. "What?" Nobody answered immediately. Wonderful. More secrets. Exactly what I needed. Diana closed her eyes briefly, then sighed. "The fire only appears when a Moon Queen loses control." The room went silent. I stared at her. "A Moon Queen." She nodded reluctantly. "Not a

I look up as something catches my eye outside the window as lightning erupts from the darkening skies, I hear Deliah call my name as a massive ball of flames makes it's way towards us before it changes into the shape of a man. "Tyber" I yell as I throw myself through the doors and onto the terraces, there's no way he's going to take my Son not while I'm still breathing. I hit the wall of flames hard, as the heat bubbles around us and we both fall from the terraces, and onto the cliff face below. I feel the burn of the shift as I let out a mighty roar, my wings preventing me from hitting the rock face, Tyber separates from me as he glides along with the clouds in a ball of flames.

They cheered and sang with glee, happy that their leader was safe. The wind whispered through the trees surrounding the Enchanted Fortress as Igna's dragon gained altitude. The path chilled the witches' numb fingers. They shivered as their blue hair whipped around their heads like a tornado. They hung on to the scales on the beast's back and watched as he soared gracefully, like a falcon across the sky.

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.

The spark shot through both of us, clean and undeniable. Her eyes flew to mine. This time, there was still a faint hint of confusion swirling around her eyes, like she couldn't believe the bond was real. And I wonder why. Don't she wants to have a mate. The witch screamed. The crimson flames recoiled violently as the golden pulse pushed outward from where I held her. The symbols beneath us cracked deeper, fractures racing outward in chaotic lines. “You were not supposed to touch her!” the witch shrieked, her form glitching, smoke unraveling from her limbs.

We rotated through the wings on a weekly cycle, which meant that before I had grown comfortable in one, I was moved to the next. The Magic wing unsettled me the most. The women who kept it did not look at you directly when they spoke. They addressed the space just beyond your left shoulder, as if whatever stood behind you was more worthy of their attention. The air in that wing carried a metallic taste, like copper coins held too long in a closed fist, and the candles there burned without flickering regardless of whether a door was open. I did not ask questions in the Magic wing. I did not speak unless spoken to, and even then I kept my answers small.

Charlotte is greeted with surprise when her beloved prince brings home a pregnant she-wolf, and worst of all a half-sister she never knew. The revelation, betrayal and oppressions sentenced her to death, not until life gave her a second chance when a small pack saved her. There she discovers her late mother’s birth pack and discovers her true identity. Five years later, her pack grew into a powerful force. Known as the mysterious Queen of Wolves and the only existing Alpha Female in the world. An invitation to the Moon Ball as her first public appearance and the chance to extract revenge against the royal wolves. It won’t be easy when the dangerous and unpredictable Alpha Alexios has his eye