Queen Thorn Wof の小説・ストーリー

My eyes went wide open. “Does the Media or Press know about this?”I ask, frowning my brows. Usually the change of CEO could affect the company reputation. Especially when the new CEO is going to be Adrian Hawthorne. I’ve read about him in the news a couple of times and as a HR i must know what is going on around Gilded Royale and that includes Adrian Hawthorne.

All of it… over. It felt like a miracle. A real one. "Who… who are they?" I finally asked. "The Thorne Foundation? Why would they do this?" "I don't know!" Mrs. Byrne said, throwing her hands up. "The woman on the phone just said they 'like to help the community' and that 'someone told them about Havencrest. Maybe someone we helped? A long time ago? Someone who did well?" She hugged me tight. "It doesn't matter why, my dear. It just matters that it's here. God heard us."

“Father, speaks, through, me, Father, says, the King, is, weak, newborn, untested, the Thorns, will, judge, him.” The face in her chest smiles. “If he fails, I take the body, if he wins, I take the throne, either way, Hollow wins.” Rowan screams, inhuman, and charges. Mercy catches her by the throat. “Weak, sister, always, weak.” “Let her go,” I say. Mercy looks at me. “Make, me, Queen, command, me.” I step forward. “Mercy, Thorn One, I am Wren Duskbane, Hollow Queen, I command you, release your sister.”

Mara lifted her chin. She did not look fragile. She looked claimed by fate. The silver chain Cline had given her lay at her throat like a promise. He touched two fingers to his heart, then to hers, and stepped back half a pace so Thorn could begin. Thorn — King of the Dark Fae — opened his right hand. Pale green fire gathered in his palm, shimmering like liquid emeralds. Kira opened her left. Moonlight pooled there, molten silver and impossibly bright.

The water from the shower was still running and I could hear Thorne moving around in there, probably waiting for me to join him like I'd promised ten minutes ago. But I'd gotten distracted staring at my reflection, trying to recognize the woman looking back at me. Queen Luna of Silverthorne. Council member. Mate to the Alpha King. Pregnant with what Raven kept calling "the most powerful wolf pup in centuries." Sometimes I still expected to wake up back in Duskfall, scrubbing floors and being called worthless. "You planning to stand there all night?" Thorne's voice came from the shower, amused and rough in that way that made heat pool low in my belly.

And the way she was drawn, proud, powerful, dangerous made Kael howl with approval and rage in equal measure. “That's our mate. OURS. Look what they made her become.” "This female has been spotted in three different territories over the past months," Thorne continued, oblivious to the war raging inside me. "Always with rogues. Always moving and always leaving a trail of whispers about a Silver Queen rising in the shadows." A Silver Queen. The title sent ice through my veins.

Its design mimicked thorned vines, elegant yet malevolent. “What is this?” I whispered, horror spreading across my face as I stared into the mirror. Xareth's reflection appeared behind me, calm, composed. His breath grazed my ear as he leaned in, his smirk spreading like rot. “It's called the Chain of Thorns. Or the Thorned Binding, if you prefer something more poetic.” His voice was soft. “It looks beautiful, doesn’t it? But the real artistry lies in what you can’t see. Every thorn, invisible to the eye, digs deeper the more you resist... or feel.”

**Lord Thomas Ashworth. Vivian felt a chill that had nothing to do with the garden air. Instinct screamed *danger*. The novel’s memories surged: Thomas whispering about Sophia’s low birth, suggesting ‘accidents’, urging Vivian to use her position ruthlessly. He wasn’t just a brother; he was a puppeteer, and the original Vivian had been his willing marionette.

; she roared. “Sure my lady!” He bowed respectfully and left. “I have been breaking stereotypes since my childhood, I had made every impossible thing possible, I have excluded the word impossible from my words bank then how could this be impossible? I will be the queen of “The Kingdom of Shades”. I will change this kingdom one day. I will eradicate all the darkness from it and make it the kingdom of rising. It will be just bright and powerful like the sun rise. I want everything, everyone under my Lead. The Lead of werewolf Queen. The queen who would be loved and adored by all. The queen will be just like her wonderful mother but she will not be weak like her who couldn’t fight her fate and

But I did not have the words to tell an Alpha that I was the reason his Queen had vanished from the physical plane. ​The Obsidian Grove appeared through the thinning mist like a vision from the First Breath. The tree was no longer a black, charred skeleton. It was a fountain of diamond light, its leaves translucent and singing with a frequency that made the copper wires in my dead prosthetic vibrate in a sympathetic rhythm. Standing at the base of the tree was Thorne. He was in his human form, his massive shoulders draped in a cloak of wolf fur that smelled of pine and damp earth. His eyes were fixed on the horizon where the indigo clouds of the West were finally clearing, replaced by a sky