Romans & histoires Queen Of Rot And Pain

"Traitor! After everything I've done for you!" "You used us," I said. "You experimented on me, erased Sienna's memories, manipulated everyone around us." The portal above us pulsed wildly. The thing beyond pushed against the barrier, feeling freedom. "You don't understand what you're doing," the Queen warned. "That god is the only hope for supernatural beings. Without it, the Blood Rot will spread. Werewolves will fade. Everything will end." "Or maybe," Sienna said, "that's just what it wants you to believe."

“Big words from a queen who couldn’t even protect her daughter. She was right there, under your roof, wrapped in your so-called queenly care—and I plucked her away like ripe fruit. You didn’t even notice. You failed her. Do you remember it—the fear? The helplessness? I drank it in. I fed on it.” For the briefest heartbeat, the Queen falters, her face tightening, her fingers twitching at her sides. But she sets her jaw, refusing to give him the satisfaction. “You don’t get to twist my pain into your triumph,” she says, her voice deadly. “You were nothing but a pawn, Malik. Varkos’s pawn. His obedient dog.”

I refuse to choose another queen. ******************************************

she said and I saw the bitch almost drooling. Queen touched her arms and I saw the bitch flinched fuck so this is the effect of that fucking medicine. I saw Queen's hand began to touched the bitch's stomach and the bitch flinched for the second time. I can feel the damn fucking tensed atmosphere but suddenly I was shocked with what I just witnessed "Ohh" Fuck she, the monarch just punched the bitch and still the bitch let out a moan fuck. "Pleasure is Pain " - I heard that man named Spade mumbled. And again, I saw Queen punched her stomach but the bitch just fucking moaned damn!

Rota entered the room where Mia stood still taking in her reflection. “Oh my, Queen Mia. You look, Wow!!” “You really think so,” asked Mia hesitantly “Gosh yeah, Ziion is going to love you.” “It’s not too different?” “it’s actually you all over. “The Warrior Queen” Rota’s Eyes flashed mischievously as she coined the term for Mia. “But its so different to you.” Mia said worriedly. Rota was wearing the loveliest light gold gown, that almost dripped in wealth and elegance, even her Jewellery. The contrast between them was incredible.

Rosette released the hug as well and said with a jolly voice, “All hail to Rozelyn, the Queen of Vampires!” The two are clapping hands while Rozelyn just giggled at them. “And probably the Queen of Werewolves as well,” added Thalia. Rozelyn just lifted her hands in the air. “Whatever. Let’s just go home now, shall we?” The smiles of Thalia Turner and Rosette Richards are just their silent answers as the two watched Rozelyn walk away first, kicking the stones and twigs that blocked her way. *** Rozelyn had another round of eating sweets and chocolates.

That wasn't all she wanted to say but before she could proceed, her stomach began to hurt. "Arrgh!!" She exclaimed in pain. Klaus ran forward to help his mother out but the queen was in immense pain. "Mom, what's the matter?" Klaus asked worriedly. The king also rushed to help his wife out. Damon was still holding the glass as he could hear the queen screaming in pain. What must have caused the pain? He thought to himself as he didn't know what he could do to save her. "Arrghhhh!!!! Damon...son....!" The queen's skin suddenly turned pale as she was dying from immense pain.

Marek lingered near the throne a second longer before following after us silently. I adjusted Raven more carefully against my chest and turned toward the exit. Then the First Queen spoke again. “Dominic.” I stopped. Her voice sounded weaker now. When I looked back, blood was running freely from her mouth and the silver cracks beneath her skin had spread across nearly half her body. “I am sorry,” she said quietly. I frowned slightly. “For what?” Her eyes shifted toward Raven. “For what she inherited.” Then toward me. “And for what you did.” Before I could ask what the hell that meant, the throne behind her shattered completely.

That's my reality now. This version of pain is a deep and sensational one, one that wounds and never heals. Now I don't even know what I'm doing anymore, I don't even know if I know the real villain. She's behind, always in the shadows, dressed in elegant and big dresses and talks in a posh accent. Who could tell that she's the face behind the whole thing, who could tell that she as the actual Moreau demon Queen?