Novel & Cerita Queen With A Scalpel

We just needed to keep an eye on everyone twenty-four seven. "Aside from that, I'm proud to tell you that Sage, being a Wolf Grave by blood, will come next week to propose a solid alliance with their pack. With their additional help, we're going to be formidable than ever! And we'll make sure that we will win this war!" "Long live, our Queens!!" Oscar hooted out of nowhere, raising his fist. And they all chanted in support, howling their approval at us. I didn't want to be called queen but what else could I do? Oscar was exaggerating though!

His eyes flick over the maid, to Lilith, slinking to the high table as if nothing happened. Keith draws me close. “Don’t move, Hope.” Ah, so he thinks it was me then. His body tenses. He needs medical attention now. “Let me through!” the Queen's voice echoes over the crowd. She appeared, and I wasted no time. “ Your highness needs medical attention.” “Of course,” she looks horrified by the burns. “Get me a healer at once,” she yells. Her eyes hone in on the maid. “What happened here?

she had expected it be a form of hypnosis or brain conditioning, but she forgot about the much more extreme approach that the order would have taken. she looked at the queen and was quite impressed by Yen's precision. there was no noticable scar to be seen on her face and she was still looking as beautiful as ever. this was something that not even the best surgical procedure could achieve. all that was left was for the queen to wake up and let everyone see the result.

Elena smiled brightly at the cheering crowd while Angela slowly lifted her trembling hand toward her face to touch her. “In the name of the future queen…” Queen Elizabeth sliced her own palm lightly, crimson blood dripping onto the ceremonial altar. “Elena.” Angela lowered her hand and decided to watch the ceremony. Queen Elizabeth handed Elena the golden dagger. But the second Elena touched it, the blade violently flew from her grip and shot across the hall. Gasps exploded around the palace. A hand caught the dagger smoothly. Silence crashed over the crowd. “And who gave you the right,” a sharp voice echoed dangerously, “to declare her the next Queen of Witchcraft?”

Rowan let out a defensive snarl, his amethyst fire guttering as the circle tightened. "The Queen is back," the woman in the lab coat sneered, "but even a Queen can be forgotten." **The assassins lunged.**

she said, giggling. A large scythe appeared in her right hand. The weapon had a large purple blade and a long black handle. She walked closer to the rogue king, who was now on the brink of death. “Remember when I said your death would be quick and painless?” Edith asked with a soft smile on her face. She rested the tip of the blade on the rogue king's chest and gently pushed it. The blade slowly penetrated his skin and went into his chest, burrowing through his muscles and heart, and finally emerging from his back.

He didn't hide his mate. "Kaelor of the Iron Ridge. And I'm here to talk to the Red Queen." The eyes narrowed. A dozen crossbows clicked. "The Red Queen doesn't talk to traitors," the voice said. A woman stepped into the light. She had a jagged scar across her throat and a crown made of wolf teeth. She looked at Kaelor. Then she looked at Aradaa. "Is that him?" she asked. "The Siphon?" "He's my mate," Kaelor said.

However, I was clumsy and I accidentally knocked a tray over. The clanging sound of the metal tray falling to the ground startled them, ultimately giving me up to be noticed. But before they could even react, I’d crossed the room and grabbed the closest to me—the queen. Wrapping my elbow around her neck, she choked. The man growls at me, ready to pounce, but doesn’t dare take a step as I now hold a scalpel to his lover’s throat. “Where are my pups?” I glared, pressing the scalpel tighter on her neck.

In a frantic counterattack filled with anger, Scalet struck the knife from my hand with her club, the impact sending a jolt of agony through my possibly broken fingers. The knife, now a rogue element, skittered across the ground, coming to rest at Marie's feet. To my shock, the timid Marie seized the knife and charged at me, her eyes alight with a ferocity I had never seen in her. "I am the real Queen by destiny," she proclaimed, her voice seething with resentment. "How dare you steal it from me!" Scarlet pushed her club against my neck, and Marie swung the knife towards my face.

she retaliated fiercely. The Queen smirked and crossed her arms. "You have no witnesses here. If I kill you now-" she brings out a dagger and points it towards us. "-Then no one and I mean not a single vampire will question my action." I pulled Myra back because even though I knew she could fight, but she was no match for the Queen. I glowered at her and said through clenched teeth, "Really? Then who is your new puppet?" She shrugged elegantly. "I will find someone. There's Greyson..."