Romans & histoires Red Daughter Of Queen Of Hearts

One of the ghostly voices speaks out. "I am not Elizabeth. I am Iona! I am the queen of vampires! Go away and leave my daughter and me alone! You cannot come into this room. I believe this is the only safe room in this castle! Please stay away from us! We have done nothing to you!" I scream in a panic. Daniela holds onto me as they start banging against the door. Can't they come into this room?

“Yes, my Queen. This is about your true identity and the fate awaiting both you and this kingdom.” My hands clenched into fists. “What do you mean?” Rada took a deep breath. “You are not just a queen. You are the Queen of the Magic Kingdom. That kingdom was supposed to rule over all ten zones, including this one. But things went wrong. Until you reclaim your throne from your wicked uncle, both your kingdom and this one will continue to suffer.” My mind reeled. This was too much to process. “My uncle…” I whispered. “My mother said that the source of his power is his mate. If you want to defeat your uncle, you must first defeat his mate…the most vicious witch.”

The moment it touched my skin… A woman’s voice whispered inside my heart. Not inside my head. Inside my heart. “Welcome home… my daughter.” My knees nearly gave out. I looked toward Ardan. He was already watching me. His expression held no surprise. Only quiet understanding. He inclined his head. “The Heart has finally remembered its Queen.” Before I could ask what that meant… The peaceful glow filling the chamber flickered. Once. Twice. Then… Every silver root shuddered violently. A deafening scream echoed from somewhere beyond the chamber.

Their wolf sides ready to shift in a second, if given the order by the Queen. “Explain yourselves?” The Queen orders. “Forgive us your majesty. The girl is a miracle. She has stepped over and returned. She should be dead!” The brunette witch responds to Queen Lorrel, almost with a glee to her voice. “Aida? Is this true?” She turns to me, all eyes turn to me. “I don’t understand.” I barely make audible.

her daughter whispered from behind. The queen clicked her tongue, and angrily, went over to take a seat. Chasina and Czar did same, taking seats that were distant from each other. "I am ready to listen, Czar," the queen voiced. Czar got ready to start talking, but the entrance of someone else interrupted them and turned heads at the door. It was another lady coming in - Martella. That was Hagar's second daughter, the one who was a seer. "I told you, mother, didn't I? I told you the prince would come today to seek forgiveness," she said with a cocky grin as she walked towards the table.

Linda said. “Which child was used!!! Guards!!! Bring my daughters!!!” Dame grace thundered. “it’s not any of them your Highness” Linda said. “Then who the hell was it then!” the alpha Queen growled. “your majesty…it was your other child” Linda said. “who?” the queen said. “Daisy is her name.” Linda said. “Daisy is not my child she’s my cousin” the queen said.

He struck. The First King fell. I stepped closer. It's over. He looked at me. Not yet. He smiled. Then he pointed behind me. I turned. My daughter was standing there. Kael was unconscious at her feet. The darkness was surrounding her. I screamed. No! The First King laughed. You freed my army. But you forgot the most important piece. My daughter looked at me. Her eyes were black. Mama... I ran toward her. The First King whispered: She is mine again. My daughter raised her hand. The entire darkness exploded. And this time... she wasn't afraid. She was smiling.

If this comes to fruition, there was no other way but to start another ruse to create disturbance in Vire. He can't believe it. He was already too sure that he can succeed in his own selfish plans. King Fenir had been actually thinking about offering the hand of his only daughter, Princess Ferisha to become a candidate for the crowned prince's future wife. He knew that he had a good chance of getting favors from the majority.

Valia’s scream tore from her throat until it fractured into hoarse silence, and even the dragons in the crowd recoiled. Huverdra rose from his seat, golden aura flickering. “Enough, Segrenry—” But the Red Queen only laughed, wild and hollow. “You wanted mercy for her?” she smirked. “Here is mercy.” her voice dropped, an icy low. She drew her ceremonial dagger and dipped it into the pot of dragonsbane beside her. The metal shimmered with a venomous sheen, deadly and deliberate. Then she began.

Her movements were like a predator—slow and deliberate, led by the urge to kill. Mordeu looked ahead to see who she was approaching. It was the daughter of Alvitir. Blood dripped from her hand onto the gray gravel as she strode forward like a maniac, uncaring who was watching. She stopped in front of someone—the elven princess. The daughter of Alvitir raised her bloody hand, still holding the heart, and dropped it in front of the princess. A sickening splat followed as blood splashed from the impact. The princess swallowed hard. She looked the woman in the eyes, clearly forcing herself not to glance at the heart.