Raise Of The Witch King นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Rheanna stood behind her mother's chair, reflecting her rage as she glared down at the Noble Werewolf who turned to the King instead. "They're obviously lying, Your Majesty. Everyone knows that the witches are capable of anything, including fabricating evidence! They're trying to place the blame on my family to keep their involvement a secret!" Davian's words were received with a cold glare as King Stefan banged the folder on the table hard, the sound sending chills through every single werewolf as the Alpha King's energy surrounded the room. He was not pleased and it caused a visceral reaction through every single werewolf around, including Davian who reared back at the glare he was receivi

Though invisible, her scent betrayed her. The King rose on two legs, his wolf body towering. In a flash like lightning, his claws struck forward. They sank deep into flesh. Mecah appeared, blood spilling from her chest, her mouth opening in shock. “You disgusting witch,” the King roared, his voice vibrating with fury. “How dare you torment me?” She gasped, choking, unable to speak. “I warned you,” his voice shook the earth. “The next time you touched what was mine, it would be your end.”

Rogue king ordered as he stood beside the window looking outside. Feeling bad, the witch stood up before walking towards the Rogue King and wrapped her hands around his waist and hugged him from behind. " Don't worry I'm almost halfway through it. Soon we'll no one in between the throne and our happiness not even that Leonidas " The witch laughed as her eyes held the evil glint in them. Suddenly the sound of wolves groaning and yowling in pain filled the atmosphere and the sound increased followed by the ringing of the bell on the tower which no one ever used.

When the front door of the building opened and shut three floors below, he spoke. "Malachi." The air beside him shuddered. A pillar of black fog rose from the floor, coiling and compressing until it shaped itself into a man. Tall, gaunt, dressed in a dark suit that belonged to another century. The figure dropped to one knee. His eyes fixed on the floor. "Your Majesty." Barely a whisper. "Tonight's banquet has been arranged." Elias Black was a fiction. His real name was Aurelian Ashbourne, the Vampire King. He had lived as Elias Black for a year.

I knew it was useless to reason with a man like him so I slipped out of his grip and went for the more important work that was at hand. As I entered the room everyone was gathered there and in front of me was the keeper who had his head bowed. I looked at everyone sternly as I spoke "I just have one question, even if I left forever you would have a new queen when I die so why was the security of the castle not up to the mark."

For three seconds, nobody breathes. Then the room explodes. “Bitch!” Isac roars, drawing a silver dagger from his belt. Luka lets out a deafening, guttural roar that shakes the dust from the rafters. He steps over Novalee, his fangs bared, his eyes completely black with alpha rage. Three other kings rise from their chairs, shouting at the top of their lungs, demanding a total execution of every witch in the territory. My father drops his head into his hands, letting out a long, exhausted sigh.

Kian – Four Years Later I remember the night that changed everything, as if it had happened yesterday. Aminda pledged herself to another man—a betrayal still burning in my chest. She chose power over love. I reached out through her friends, hoping we could elope. I was willing to give up the throne and run away with her, but she didn’t care. She chose to be Queen. Now, her true colors are on full display. Werewolves have been banned from entering Verona City. Orders are out: attack and apprehend anyone trespassing on witch territory. Rumor has it that the new Witch Supreme is more ruthless than the last.

I just nodded and changed the subject quickly. We chatted some more, caught up you could say with our lives. A few hours later, Richard came back bearing terrible news. "Your highness, I'm so sorry to inform you but..." He said looking awry and looking at me with pity. I instantly knew something must have happened, Lilan! No please don't let it be it. " Her highness, Queen Olivia Lilan Wind of the Air Kingdom used a forbidden spell and sacrificed herself while we were all trying to surrender." He reported.

"The queen of the witches! And who are you? A measly witch. Even your mother dare not speak to me in the manner in which you have spoken to me." She said and brought out a long staff. She was furious for not being respected by Lucia. She needed to teach the half breed with a life lesson she wouldn't forget in a hurry. She looked round the room in her invisible state and looked for a better place to attack Lucia from. She had seen the hair come out on her and her fingers had become claws although she hadn't shifted fully. "Be ready to die!" The Queen of the Witches shouted and pointed the staff at Lucia while murmuring some incomprehensive words. She cackled and soon the whole room was shakin

Across the stream, the wet grass was inviting, resplendent with patches of cute, waist-high yellow shrubs. “This way,” said Torcia, lifting her skirt above her knees as they stepped over the grass and heather, and approached the boundary of the fence. "Over the fence, is the path leading through the forest to the Highland." She pointed to the tall archway, too narrow to hold even one person through it at a time. Glancing at Sir Sydney, she comforted her when she noticed that he had regained his composure. "The only way forward is through the kiss gate."