Queen Of Rot And Pain の小説・ストーリー

It looked really cute. “That looks perfect for my right-hand woman.” I said nonchalantly. Tora looked at me in shock. “Are you serious? You want me as your right hand?” “Dead serious! Jax was the King’s right hand and top warrior, and now he’s my top warrior and most trusted advisor for all things lycan. If you guys are going to be mates, then I need someone to help litigate with inter-species conflicts. Who better than you for that?” I shoved a fork full of pancake in my mouth and then smiled at her.

Fear crawled up my spine. I stepped backward immediately. “You’re not real.” The woman tilted her head slightly. “And yet… you hear me.” The air suddenly felt colder. “He wants her,” the woman continued quietly. “Your husband regrets choosing you. Your parents hide secrets for her. Even the kingdom worships her while you stand forgotten.” Every word landed perfectly against wounds already bleeding inside me. “How do you know that?” I whispered. The woman smiled faintly beneath the shadows. “Because pain speaks loudly.” Something about the way she said it made unease twist inside me.

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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—

The black rot was inches from their feet, ready to dissolve them into nothingness. ***"A... choice... Queen... of... Dust,"*** the Elders spoke in unison, their voices vibrating through the stones. ***"Save... the... one... who... claimed... you... and... watch... your... people... burn. Or... save... your... kingdom... and... watch... your... Beast... fade... into... silence."*** The world seemed to stop spinning.

“If you want a queen, you have one.” Hearts hitched. Knees debated. “But here’s what a queen is here. I cook. I cut. I bury. I bleed. I don’t mint oaths I keep promises. I don’t own your throats or hold your knees. If I say kneel, say no. If I ask and you say yes, make it expensive.” Laughter wet, unbelieving, new. “If I fail, don’t write it in a book. Come to my door with bread or blades.

Despite her pale and sickly appearance, her unparalleled beauty, especially her subtle charm and noble grace, was evident. Andrius glanced at her for a moment and looked away. The current Margerina was already on the verge of death. “Hm?” Andrius held her fair wrist and frowned. “She’s poisoned, and it’s an extremely rare and potent toxin!” “Wolf King, please... please save her. Please save my sister!” Katalina almost burst into tears at Andrius’ voice. Her gem-like eyes sparkled with crystal tears. “Andy...” Noir also immediately said, “Please help save the queen...”

“Told you. I'm the shield. Go to the APC. Take the boy’s rock. Run.” “Shut up!” I hissed. I grabbed a field bandage, my fingers stained with a chaotic mix of his blood and mine. I ripped his pant leg open. The necrotic rot was already mapping black lines from the wound. His scent—bitter sulfur and fresh iron—hit me like a physical blow. The mask of the Queen fell for one heartbeat. I saw the man who had traded his core for our son. Raw, unwanted empathy. My eyes stung.

Chief Damon the Merking was standing in front of me with a awful rotten fishy smell that was coming from him and making me gag…… “I will….” Queen said and motioned her hand to one of black masked man at same time a sudden burning pain got shot up in my right arm wrist… my shoulder were tightly hold my Chief Commander Balthazaar and I could not move however I turned my gaze down and saw a bright green light coming from sleeves of my gown……. “AAHhhhhhhh……………………….” I cried in pain and started wriggling uncontrollable.. “Why are you crying bitch… we haven’t even started doing anything with you….” Chief Damon questioned me with a smirk, simultaneously a masked man brought a warm iron rod and hand

Hurt. Never did he felt that kind of pain on his life. In the battle, he was smitten with all kinds of torture-hunger, sore wounds inflicted by metals and the like. But why did it stung like this? That slap was not enough to kill a warrior but why was he slowly eroding inside? He looked at the woman who conceived him and raised him and was about to exit his way out when something happened. The Queen was frantically gasping when a pitch of water was poured unto her head. That made her fine silk wet down to her undergarments.