Queen Of Air And Darkness Novels & Stories

- Please, don't do anything to hurt me," she pleaded. - Did you know that this is a crime? You would take a rose without asking anyone, you would have your hand ripped off. Besides, this rose isn't valuable to sell because it's plain compared to the other ones full of color. - I said, to observe her reaction. - I thought you would not mind taking a single rose, besides that this rose is not simple, it is a demonstration of strength by remaining beautiful and pure, that is the meaning of the color white purity. Besides, I am not a thief. If you haven't noticed, I'm a queen, I don't need to steal, because I have plenty to spare. - she said, angry at being called a thief. - I am a queen, marrie

I whisper sadly. “Don’t be. From the moment I saw those glowing pink petals shoot into the sky the other night, I was certain you were the one we were waiting for. Today confirmed that... I just never expected it to be Kataleya Rossi, Daughter of the Lycan King Alejandro Rossi, and the Blessed Queen, Kiara Rossi.” His eyes are blazing brilliant blue as he looks me dead in the eye. “You’re the light that we have been waiting for.”

But they'd forgotten what it felt like to stretch in a smile. Her name was Jerika Krester - the powerful Alpha Queen that was a terror to many.

She could heal fast, that's the only gift the moon goddess gave her. She walked slowly, dragging her feet along with her, she cursed Sophia in her heart. "The witch hated her for no reason, no one liked her, no one". She thought in her heart as lonely tears fell down her pale blues eyes making them shimmer. And as she was reaching the outskirts of the pack, she felt Ariana begging for control, to release her own pain the way she knew best. She rarely let her out due to her odd color it made her feel like a monster . It made her wolf snappy but reduced the risk for more mockery for she'll rather be called the wolf less Omega than a monster.

“Why are men always so stupid when it comes to women? Time and time again. Just remember Helen of Troy before you do anything stupid.” “I have an idea of how to keep her in line.” She set her glass down and crossed her arms over her chest. “Really? Let’s hear this idea.” I poured another glass before I gave her the name that would explain everything else. “Joseph Ingram.” After a moment of consideration, she smiled. “Not a bad idea.” Ariel followed me into the royal chambers with the proper equipment. London was in the second living room next to the balcony, reading a book she found on the shelf.

But then, watching the same people over and over again gets boring overtime. Diving into the book, I reopen to one of my favorite parts of the lycan battles. It is the chapter where the lycan king was brought to his knees by the queen, and makes she him beg her for his life. He wasn’t expecting her, or that she would even do something like that. It is what makes me like it more. I feel like I relate to the queen well. She has always been undermined and underrated, then she wound her full potential and—

At its end, atop a dais carved from marrow, sat the last vampire queen. Aeris of the Hollow Vein. She wore robes of silk black enough to trap echoes. Her mouth red, fed, not painted. Her hair streaked in ash. Her eyes, Already on Lucien. “Welcome,” she said, voice soft, edged with hunger. “Daughter of two flames.” Seren bowed, barely. “I seek peace.” “Peace is a falsehood,” Aeris answered. “You came for power.” Shadows twisted behind her, not shapeless, but bound. Figures human and otherwise, their chains faintly aglow.

Queen Katty Emerlinda sits on the throne. No one was with her. The palace was very quiet. Her haughty face looked like she was anxiously waiting for something. She looked at the door several times and took a deep breath and exhaled roughly. A few moments later, the main room door opened. Queen Katy immediately stood up. She looked unblinkingly at the door. "Greetings queen Katty Emerlinda, queen of the Blue Diamond kingdom." A man's voice resounded in the room. Queen Katty smiled when she saw a big tall man dressed in black but very beautiful and glittering standing at the door with his two bodyguards. Queen Katty immediately got off her throne and walked over to the man. "Greetings, Your Ma

Sylvain situated himself behind me, standing so close that his body heat enveloped my entire form and his forest scent held me in a chokehold. My breathing stuttered when he began tracing the symbols in the book, fingers brushing against mine languidly. It had a shiver scuttling down my spine. With shaky words, I read, "From darkness is born light. From wings of ruin, From a child of the moon, From throne to throne. Golden and not white. A new era. A queen will be born. A queen will unite. A prophecy foretold, For a new world in sight. But first, there must be darkness,

His gaze lifts. And locks onto mine. The room fades. Just for a moment. Then A voice rises above the noise. Smooth. Unfamiliar. And far too interested. “So,” the man says, stepping forward, his eyes fixed on me. “This is the new queen.” My breath catches. Because there is something in his gaze Something dark Something dangerous.