Queen The Invisible Man の小説・ストーリー

The man said, flashing his white teeth at her. Queenie stared at him in surprise. He was in no way familiar and she racked her brain of where she might've seen him before but nothing rang a bell. The man flexed his muscles and smirked, "I'm one of the children your mother used for the experiment. They call me King." Queenie narrowed her eyes when she heard him, then she slightly relaxed. "Then you do know you can't kill me, right?" "Why not?" The man asked, abruptly stopping his action.

said the queen with a nervous tone . "Impossible . I would have noticed if she boarded mom . " said Sky . "I don't deny your vampire instincts, my dear . I am just telling you that she used your grandpa's invisible mantel to hide from you , that's why you didn't notice . " said the queen with a soft tone , to make sure that Sky wouldn't get very angry .

Lexy sneered back. “I believe we should start with this one….” The man felt a hand was choking him as everyone saw the Queen of the Lycans stretch her right hand forward with a C shape as if she was holding the man’s neck despite the clear distance between them. The man’s hand reached for his neck as he could not breathe, no matter if the Queen was too far away from him. The man tried to fight the invisible energy with every spell and magic that he knew and he could do, since he was a mage, a powerful one among his group of rogues. But he could not do anything to breathe.

When the poofs of smoke appeared one after another, heralding the arrival of his butler, the housemaids, and Roz, he didn’t so much as flinch. The butler was the first to step forward, his face pale with apprehension. He was an older man, with a neatly trimmed beard and a posture that spoke of centuries spent in service. His name was Chryson, a title as old as the Underworld itself. Despite his dignified air, he looked uncharacteristically nervous, his hands wringing together as he awaited Thanion’s words. The housemaids, three in number, stood silently to the side. They were spectral in appearance, their translucent forms shimmering faintly in the low light. Though their features were beaut

She says with a small giggle. "You will stop second guessing your abilities to lead and you will rule right beside your mate. That is an order." She jokes with a hint of seriousness. I nod and smile up at her. She holds her hand out and a golden staff apears. I immediately bow down and she dubs me Queen of werewolves by tapping the staff on both of my shoulders. "I now dub thee Mackenzie Roseline Lathen as Queen of werewolves and Luna of the royal pack. Do you accept?" She asks and I look up at her.

and with that Neoma disappeared in front of Queen Asalea and Quacey, to the Queen’s surprise and fear thereafter. “Quacey, hold my hand, we will make ourselves invisible and run towards the dungeon,” Queen Asalea exclaimed as she held her son’s hand. Together they became invisible. Neoma on one hand landed just outside of the back door of the dungeon. She waited until she saw two running figures going out of the dungeon’s back door. Neoma closed her eyes and imagined the two running figures enclosed inside a rounded big glass jar after they got out of the dungeon’s door and then she disappeared before Toremo and Sulie could see her.

But that wasn't the case here. Noel can barely dodge the queen's series of attacks, leaving him in a direful situation. The queen targeted his feet to refrain himself from getting away which she succeeded as Noel was on his knees now, helpless. Noel tried to get away by using his invisibility, but he was found out in an instant by the queen's strong sense of vibration.

I kept my eyes down, looking like someone who just wanted to disappear. “Hmm,” Maris finally muttered, reaching for another loaf. “Well, you’ll do fine here if you keep your head down. The queen’s sharp-eyed. She’ll know if you’re trouble.” I forced a laugh. “Then I’ll make sure I’m invisible.” Invisible. The best place to strike from.

she said, blushing despite herself. “We’re more than just friends now, Fatima. Don’t you agree?” His tone was serious enough to make her pause. She knew better than to entertain it, Ian didn’t let things go easily. So she shifted the topic instead, gesturing toward the half-finished portrait. “The Queen of England,” Ian said. “Still working on it.” Fatima stepped closer, genuinely impressed by the detail. “You enjoy this, don’t you?” She remembered the portrait back in his club bedroom.