Novel & Cerita Queen Of Darkness

I look at her like I wanted to rip her apart. “What? You can’t?” “I can,” I answered quickly. She smiled like she won a lottery. “Then, can you lend me your soul?” “What the fuck are you saying, Cresia?” West butted in and hid me behind him. “Simple, I wanted her soul to become powerful West. I am planning to be a queen of darkness. Isn’t it interesting? I can make you my king if you wanted.” “Never, never in your wildest dream.” West gritted his teeth.

Tenebris knew, I hated blood and those monsters were nothing but blood. Violence was never an answer for me. It should have been, given into what species I was born into. We were basically the creators of this world and conquerors of the next. The combined power of all eight matriarchs could level a city twice the size of Frazer in minutes but feuding between the eight has caused disruption. Unbalance. A single queen was selected over 3000 years ago through a rite that was bathed in blood to ensure the feuding wouldn't become deadly again. Only the strongest one became queen. Call me idealistic, but I didn't want to fight the other Matriarchs when my mother was freshly given to the Mountain.

Darkness enveloped the entire area,yet Gavin and Khez's condition remained unchanged as if the darkness had never ended. Khez had no idea that Heark had returned to her after they had split up Heark was just armed with an ax and a flashlight as he approached to the location. The entire place is enveloped in deafening quiet scary and standing feathers. The opponents will attack soon Their expressions are filled with terror since one false action could result in to death. Heark is on his way to his goal he had no idea that he was being followed by the opponents which they also callled 'The Walking Half Man' but it's also known as 'the red eyed dead,'the fact that these are similar to a zombies

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

Any more words said, would be just as useless as the ones earlier spoken. Delice continued talking about how when the King took the throne after the Dark Times, he needed a Queen. She had been the best candidate, because he sired her, she was the only vampire he had ever sired. She was the only vampire he was most connected with asides from his sister. Laura had easily looked for her to take her place but had found her in labour. How that had been when she had just lost her child and he had given her time to grieve.

Everything was blooming in Dua's life, but — Darkness was hiding and preparing to crush her completely. ….. Thank you ShineeSunshine ❤️

Every being has a light in them, but something would have stirred the darkness within them, and as long as there is light, there shall be the dark. I am the Queen Of All Vampire's Kings and the Witch of the New World. Even though, I have no idea how to end the war between all these creatures, I have got lessons to learn along the way.

The surroundings gradually darkened because the moon has changed color, but any darkness is irrelevant to my eyes that can see right through it. I can hear screams everywhere, which almost drew my attention, but they vanished when, from the darkest part of that place, I saw someone standing—no, he was now walking—and in an instant, he was already in front of me, but I didn't have the chance to see his face. The next thing I knew, he had sucked my neck and drunk my blood along with my screams and a tight grip on his ripped arm. "You're all mine. Your blood, your body, your soul. I'll kill everyone who threatens me and my possession. I'll kill whoever try to take you away from me. Now sleep, A

Esmeray was trapped inside a coffin. "Help! Help! I can't breathe in here!", she screamed. But nobody dared to open the coffin. Afterall, they didn't want to go against the Lore king, as she was his sacrificial bride. If there weren't any holes in tue coffin, she would have been dead, long gone. Finally they arrived at the palace of Maleficium. The Lore king was sitting on his chair, with legs crossed and waiting for his sacrificial bride. The people left the coffin there and rushed out, as soon as they were done. If they had looked into his eyes, they would have turned to stone. The Lore king came slowly to the coffin and opened it. Esmeray took in a deep breath, she was finally able to bre

The Underworld pulsed with a unique rhythm, one that spoke of both eternal endings and quiet beginnings. It was a place where beauty and terror wove together seamlessly, and as Penelope stood on the polished obsidian dais outside the grand throne room, she felt both. The dress she wore was a masterpiece of deep emerald silk and black lace, flowing like water over her figure. The intricate embroidery of vines and blossoms glittered faintly in the dim torchlight. Demeter had dressed her with care, every detail meant to sell the illusion that she was Persephone.