Queen Of Myth And Monsters 소설 & 이야기

Queen Mother is rather very confusing today and the more she speaks, it's like the more I don't even know anything at all, about moon goddess, Nanna and werewolves as a whole. "With time Dominic, it will make sense," "Oh come on, you can't pull that line on me. After all you have said about Quin, and how powerful she is, you expect me to just be fine with all of this and pretend you didn't say anything at all?" Are you even allowed to say that?" "Dominic,"

Author: And so, while Nefertary drowns in secrets, pain, and control… the other one makes her move. Ally or enemy? Revenge or power? Family or a ticking time bomb ready to explode? Because sometimes monsters aren’t created... they’re inherited. And get ready, because now the board has two queens. And only one can win.

“I almost did.” “Please, Leon. She was just messing with you. Concubae are selfish, cruel, bitches. She was using your attraction to her to distract you. And it worked.” Another man spat angrily. I grinned. Sounded like my type of woman. Over the last couple months, I’d heard bits and pieces about the demon queen. All the incubi who trekked through the forest did was complain about how she’d stolen their king and made him weak. Turned him against them. Part of me wished I could’ve met this queen, but she’d died fighting. Like a true warrior.

Her Mediterranean facial features would always deserve a second or third look from people who would see her. She was blessed with exquisite almond-shaped dark brown eyes and long thick lashes. She had a prominent nose, tight rosy cheeks, and her skin was as fair as fresh milk. Even their neighbors would say that she was the younger version of Amparo Muñoz, the Spanish beauty queen who won the Miss Universe pageant when it was held in Manila in 1974. “This is so flavorful. Oh, mama, do you remember the first time we were together buying this noodle dish from that lady in that eatery. She said I looked like a beauty queen. What was her name?” Clarissa was trying to recall that memory.

My body was burning, and my eyes were filled with rage. "Now just leave me alone." I struggled to say it. "Hah, I always get what I want, and I want you right now. You should consider yourself fortunate that I chose you "I was just restraining myself from slapping him when he started laughing. Lucky my foot, huh. Coming even closer to my face, he said, "you are just mine, and you are going to be my queen very soon, just imbibe these words in your head, and I will do anything to make this happen."

I nod to Chris and he relaxes slightly. “All right. We know who has the Luna Queen.” I start. Looks of shock remind me that they hadn’t been told. Chris clears his throat. “Hades has her. He intends to marry her and make him heirs. Maybe not even in that order. We intend to stop him. What do you say?” “Yes, Alpha.” They chorus. “Good. Now, we need to learn about the monsters that we will be battling. Jessica, take your mate and a few others and scour the libraries. Chris and I will discuss who stays and who goes while we wait for our witch.”

“You should have done your research beforehand. Perhaps you won’t fail stealing from another mafia.” He grunted. “Who are you?” She finally withdrew her gun and squatted down to his level. The confidence of this woman was beyond me. “Allow me to introduce myself. La regina. The queen of the mafia.” His chuckle was taunting yet with desperation. “There is no queen in the mafia.”

I am utterly in awe of the beautiful creature in front of me. “Our mate.” Rohan mutters dreamily. “Our queen.” I agree.

She was running an organization while I was still in training. I always aspired to be just as ruthless as her and I did. I am one of the most feared all over the world. She was my idol but when I began to hear the stories, I slowly lost respect for her. How could she be so feared yet not have blood on her own hands? I undermined her but now, I'm not so sure. I take a quick glance at her through a crack in the door. Who will she become, now that she no longer has men at the ready to do her bidding?

Standing in my flip-flops wearing a big shirt with male boxers, my hair a messy ponytail and my body bruised and healing, I really felt loved and worthy when I look around seeing almost a hundred men kneeling at my feet. I'm not just anybody. I'm Arianna Romano, goddess of death. The huntress. The Queen.