Novel & Cerita Queen Of The Ring

Surely I will wake up and be back in the fields harvesting barley, in the stables brushing down horses and at night serving in taverns where the knight used to drink and fuck. But she looked up once more and caught Perci’s eyes and knew she was foolish to think this a dream. She had fallen into the same fate as the previous queen. A glorified slave. She found that she had no appetite and when the king dropped her hand on the table, rather roughly as though she was possessed of some kind of disease that was communicable, she buried her hands in her lap and twiddled. There was only one reason why the king would want to marry her now. Was it any coincidence that he made his announcement as soon

So when Alessio suggested this mysterious ring, I gave it a deep thought and realized in fact, it was a brilliant idea. The only way to eliminate the weak until the strongest is left standing is if we take them to the ring. I have heard rumors about this place but I never got the chance to see it for myself. They say this place is ruled by the underworld queen who is also like a ghost. No one knows her identity and those who do, leave it behind the walls of the arena. It's an everyday talk at the casino and clubs, especially from men. Everyone yearns to meet this enigmatic woman.

Someone sang off-key near the barrels. I wove through the crowd, looking for Harrison. Instead, I caught scraps of conversation from a group of warriors. "—took down three rogues before the rest of us even shifted." "The new strongest female warrior. I'm telling you, she's something else." I slowed my steps. The strongest female warrior had always been Valeria — Alpha of the Crimson Fang Pack. They called her The Selene-Blade. People said the Moon Goddess herself had blessed her, and she fought in a terrifying mask — all you could see were her red eyes, glowing. No one had ever beaten her.

Kaelven set my feet back on the floor just as little Theo jogged up, holding a blue box bearing the sacred Lycan ring. The elder stepped forward, taking the first ring and sliding it onto my finger, I stared down at my hand, then looked back up at the elder. "Wait, Why is there only one ring?" The elder frowned, his brows drawing together. "In our culture, only the queen receives the sacred ring because she is bound to the king for life, but the king is a male wolf, he cannot be bound to only one she wolf for all eternity, so he does not wear the sacred ring."

Brandon lowered his head, pressing his lips against the warm skin behind Robin’s ear, his voice loud enough to echo in the private box: "The necklace is fifty million, Robin. But the queen wearing it is priceless." Up on the balcony, framed by diamonds and draped in emerald fire, Robin rested her hand over Brandon’s forearm, looking down at the ruined, terrified faces of Dane and Nicole below with a chilling, victorious smile.

“What do you want to do?” Victor spoke domineeringly; beneath his cold exterior, his emotions had long been stirred into turmoil by the young woman. “I… I don’t know… I’m so hot…” She felt as if a fire were burning inside her; her whole body was scorching hot. She twisted restlessly, her hands frantically tugging at her thin clothes. “Help me…” Her slender hands hooked around the collar of her white blouse, feebly trying to undo it, but her dazed mind caused her pale fingers to tangle with the black buttons.

That’s how power truly worked. I turned back to the small table and picked up the silver ring lying beside the lantern. It was my council seal, the symbol of authority. I rolled it between my fingers and smiled faintly. “They won’t banish you yet, Clarissa,” I murmured. “But soon, they’ll want to. And when they do, I’ll be there to help them decide.” I placed the ring back down carefully, the metal clinking softly. In the morning, I wore a calm face as I walked through the pack grounds. People greeted me respectfully. Some even smiled. None of them knew the thoughts that sat behind my calm eyes.

Alya was caught in its pull—being drawn into the depths. The King extended his hand toward her. “I will remake the world,” he growled, a cruel smile forming on his lips. “With you, Alya Roth. You will be my queen again.” But then, something snapped in Alya’s chest. The ring. Her pulse. Her blood. “I’m not yours,” she said, her voice steady. “Not anymore.” The King’s face contorted with rage. “You are mine!” Alya thrust her hand toward him. The ring flared—and with a deafening crash, the dark vortex collapsed inward, swallowing the King’s power in one final, violent burst of light.

She wants to be near the Queen always, to touch her, to claim her as hers, but she can’t. She is just but a mere doll, and the Queen belongs to the King, whom she is certain would have her head on a chopping block should he learn how she feels about his Queen, and what they have done. Yuelan hides a smile at the blonde cuteness. The red stain on her cheeks makes her very alluring. Unable to help herself, she reaches out to push back the strand of hair blocking the girl’s view. Which she gently tucks behind her ear.

Didn't do anything wrong, indeed. "Don't get me wrong, Daniel," she retorted, "I'm not here to argue nor say something about anything to anyone." With a domineering face, chin jutting out, she glanced at the trembling girl, who was cowering behind Daniel. "Queens don't compete with hoes." Her cold lilac eyes then stared at the man, who she thought was different.