Queen Of Air And Darkness Novels & Stories

THE WEREWOLF KINGDOM: THE ROYAL PACK Queen Areli sat in the office with her arms rested on the desk, staring at the king, her mate. Silence filled the room, just eyes locked with each other, promises being made with one smirking as the other fought a giggle. The opening of a door pulled them from their staring game. Queen Areli, queen to the werewolf kingdom and goddess of darkness, beamed so brightly from the win against her mate in their stare game.

I said and I saw her dark face calm down. "I can help you but in one condition. I need someone from you who has the darkest personality. As you can see I'm the Queen of Dark Nymphs. I live in others' darkness. I eat their darkness to be powerful. I'm looking for darkness who can surpass the darkness I have," she said "How can we know if we can surpass your darkness?" Ash asked. "Easy. I'm just going to hold all of your hands" said the Queen of Dark Nymphs.

"If you’re going to do something, do it now. The heat is melting the tracks on the trailers. If we stay here, we’ll be cooked in our own boots." "The Queen thinks she owns the light because she stole it from the stars," Sofia whispered, her indigo eyes turning into twin wells of infinite darkness. She reached out with her sapphire hands, her fingers splaying as if she were trying to grip the horizon itself. "But she forgot that the stars are only visible because of the dark. And I am the dark that the Root kept hidden."

I headed for the edge of the forest, where the sulfur smell of the green smoke still lingered. "I know you're still here," I said to the shadows. "Come out." The wind swirled, and the hawk with the glowing green eyes descended from a gnarled oak tree. It shifted, its feathers melting into a tattered green robe. A woman stood there—or at least, something that looked like a woman. Her skin was the color of moss, and her eyes were empty emerald pits. "The Queen mother returns," she hissed. "Has the King’s heart finally faltered?"

“Is the agency keeping the rights that comes with the Masked Queen, are we going to have a new Masked Queen now that you’re leaving, do you know who it will be?” Letting out a snort, she replies. “Wow hawk-guy, looks like there’s a lot on your mind.” She chuckles and I force a small laugh along with her. “No, they’re not going to have a new Queen. It was a hard, long, and gruelling fight but I was able to retain the rights of the Masked Queen. And yes, at some point I will reveal my identity but right now, it’s not that time.” “F**king wow!”

He grins. “I am Akira Mair, Queen of the United Realms,” she mumbles, incoherently at first. “I am supported by higher realms.” He watched as she slowly regain her mental foundation. “I have a family that protects me, an army at my beck and call, and a man that loves me by my side. My past… is my weapon. Without my past, I would’ve never reached this pinnacle of greatness.” That’s my girl, he thought. Pride and love warm his heart as he withdraws from her mind and returns to his physical body, where he finds the sky getting more and more aggressive.

someone she 8 year older than. someone from a royal family... And if the Darkness consumes her ... she will forever be ready for the consequences

Ruvan continued, “They asked specifically for Queen Elira. They say they bring a prophecy only she can hear.” --- The Daughters of Dusk arrived by nightfall. There were only three of them—cloaked women with silver paint streaked across their eyes and hands. They wore no weapons, only bone charms, feathers, and beads. But their presence felt heavy, ancient. Like something older than the packs, older even than the throne Elira now wore. The tallest among them—an elder with midnight-dark skin and moon-pale hair—knelt before Elira in the throne room. “Elira Stormfang,” she said, her voice husky with age and power. “Moon-marked. Flame-carved. Child of both silence and song.”

“No. He chose you because you had already been chosen.” “By her. The Queen.” The room seemed to shiver at the word. “The Sleeping Queen of Shadows,” she continued, stepping closer, her voice low and reverent. “The one sealed away when the world was young, before even the Forgotten Ones stirred. Do you think it is by chance that you command both flame and void? That you carry a cursed immortal’s power and still stand whole? No, Aria. You are her echo. Her heir.” I took a step back. “You’re wrong.”

This stranger made him look like a mere schoolboy. He seems to absorb all the darkness in the room and extradite it in the form of pulsing power. The kind that promised to go deep within your mind and expel your darkest secrets. The same power that threatened to rip the skin off your bones if you get too close. And as I stare at him, all the breath leaves me.