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She pressed a small, weighted silk pouch into my hand. "The Phantom Blade won't be enough tonight," she whispered, her voice a cold, efficient rasp. "Use this when the lights go out again." I opened the pouch. Inside was a high-frequency disruptor—a device designed to fry synthetic nervous systems. "They're coming for the mother, Elena," Sarah said, her eyes boring into mine. "Not the child. Make your choice." Outside, the first explosion rocked the North Wing, and the floor tilted beneath my feet. I gripped the disruptor, the cold weight of the metal biting into my palm.

I felt myself falling, but they caught me, holding me up with a cruel grip. I tried to fight back, but my body betrayed me. My limbs felt like lead, and my vision spun. A sharp pain seared through my side, and I knew I was in trouble. My wolf, Nyx growled weakly as I bit on my lower lip. “You bastard. I’d never be able to submit to you. You are not my mate, I refuse to accept you” I say in pain feigning confidence. Blake is a rogue who has been trying to persuade me to get involved with him for months now.

"Seems like you can’t become a Luna Queen if that’s true." I leaned closer to her, lowering my voice slightly. "But at least I could say I died after being Queen of this land." Pearl’s eyes widened briefly. For a fraction of a second, shock flashed across her face. Then her expression hardened again. Her jaw tightened. "Don’t get cocky, Lumi," she muttered. "Survive as long as you can." Her gaze sharpened as she added quietly, "I heard there’s a psycho waiting for you." Psycho?

“The Council didn’t capture you just to kill you. They’re planning something bigger—something that will change the balance of every pack in the territory.” Before I could ask more, voices approached. Three cloaked figures entered the cell. Council hunters. Their scent was like the ones who’d captured, chained, and dragged me here while I was weak. The leader pulled back his hood, showing his scar face and cold eyes. “The Silver Fang Queen awakens at last. "Queen?" I asked “Are you not?” He gestured to the silver light pulsing from my aura. “Explain why only moonstone can hold you.” I had no answer. The power igniting through me was unlike anything I had felt before—not the controlled lessons

For the first time, she looks afraid. “Go!” Zayla screams at the others. Bella launches herself at Mariah, pinning her to the ground with a tail like a grappling hook. Jenifer and Amanda drag Liam and Alex towards the nearest exit, shields flickering as Elders’ spells hammer into them. The Queen makes one last play, hurling a spear of green fire at Zayla’s heart. Zayla meets it with her own: a pulse of pure dragonlight, brighter than sunrise, that shatters the magic and leaves the Queen staggering. “I loved you,” the Queen mouths, but there is no sound.

Book One: Scarred Queen Don't see no colours like you, but you ask me to, Ask me to see the things you do, Think the way you do. Fuck the way I feel, the way I feel for you. Loyal is everything to you, but you want me too, You take me too, I ain't gonna be for you, Not loyal no more, not if I go. Fuck the way you do, obsessed with you too. Why you gotta take, take everything for you,

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—

They would not answer my call should there be a need again. This war was the end. Alexander Black would be recorded in history as the Last Alpha King, just as Rosalie had warned. It was now up to our young ones to welcome in the new age. Kneeling to the ground, I pull out a long-handled blade from its holster, and bringing down the gleaming weapon in a large ark and plunge it into the neck of the man who had come for what was mine. An audible crunch echoing around the field with a sickening volume. It was like music to my ears. The blade had sliced through the neck bones with ease, and Xaviers head pulled free from the rest of his body with a pop.

Nathan then instantly flipped over the air and stands at Zitrey’s side. Slayer smirked from the unexpected hit he receives. He tardily holds his long blade katana while tapping it on his shoulder. The dull part was colored in black while the sharp one was in shiny silver, and in between, they were a dark purple in a zigzag pattern. The weapon was scary enough to make goosebumps, it seems possessed by the shadow of death. Slayer then uttered while staring intently to Nathan, “I will play with you lad. You seem fun.” he then looked at his remaining troupe, “There are still few people upstairs, so babies, kill the rest~”

I murmured, half asleep, smiling against his ribs, warm all the way through. "My queen," Malik said, quiet, into my hair, like a thing he'd known for a long time and had only now earned the right to name. "My queen of chaos. If you'll have the crown. If you'll take a gray careful kingdom and a man who's still learning how to be a person and a whole city full of people who used to be ordered to fear you, and stand next to it all, not under it, and make it yours too." I lay very still against him, and felt the enormous thing his voice was circling, and decided, being who I was, to make him work for the shape of it.