Novel & Cerita Red Queen Novel

Queen Serina said after receiving Lady Melissa's formal curtsy. Melissa looked at the regal looking older woman in front of her bearing the red royal attire exclusively for the Queen and knew this was Queen Serina Frederick. Melissa thought hard and realized there was not much mention about the royal family in the novel except that it was the Queen who had initiated the wedding between her and Duke Kensington. It was truly an eye opener to actually meet a queen in her life, albeit one in a novel. However, when she looked carefully at this fine looking woman in front of her, Melissa somehow felt she looked familiar. Where had she seen her before?

"Very well?" "Are you asking me or answering me?" "I'll sit." "That's what I expected to hear." "HMP. Arrogant much?" "When you'll rule your own kingdom you shall take note of the fact that you can do whatever the Hell you wish." "Aha. No, thank you. Bring a ruler isn't in my plans. Even though it does sound tempting and maybe fun, it's also plain boring, and let's not forget about the paperwork and having to know everyone-even though I can pretty much remember anyone and everyone, even if I've seen that person once, there is also the fact that you have to take care of everyone and deal with their problems. Soo... I think I'm good. I mean I already am the Crown Princess of the Dead Domain an

Only at the crowning of his queen. "Táim féin, Esmeralda, ag coróin least, Anna May, mar bhanríon Ríocht Lycan. Tá do anamacha fite fuaite go deo. Cosain do ríocht, cosain a chéile." (I, Esmeralda, proudly crown Anna May, as the queen of the Lycan Kingdom. Your souls are intertwined forever. Defend your kingdom, defend each other.) Tears fell from her eyes as the crown was placed on her head. The power that instantly coursed through her body from the jewel was overwhelming. She had to stay strong. More than ever she will not show any weakness. Not with her powerful king kneeling beside her.

“You’ve saved the Rogue Queen twice. Gave up going back to your family on his word that they would not be harmed if you stayed. I can’t do what you’ve done but I can do this.” My eyes glassed over with tears, lacing my hand through her hair I pulled her face tightly into my chest. “I guess it’s my fault you’re so brave.” Exhaling deeply I looked up only to lock eyes with the King. Standing on a balcony, leaning against the wall smoking a cigar as he watched. Without breaking eye contact I jammed the needle deep in her neck and pressed the plunger down. Feeling her knees give way I quickly dislodged the needle and scooped her into my arms. I buried my face in her neck to hide the hot tears ru

The fog itself seemed to shiver, pulling tighter, until the figures were so near Mia could see the glint of eyes—silver, countless, unblinking. The pendant pulsed again. Slow, rhythmic. A heartbeat that wasn’t hers. “They’re here,” Mia whispered. Her voice broke like glass. “The ones who rewrote it.” The eyes blinked all at once. Then a ripple of sound, like parchment tearing, cracked the air. The mist split open, revealing not the clearing, but a throne towering in the distance, veiled in shadows. On it sat a figure crowned in violet flame. The Queen. *“For me,”* her voice thundered—not loud, but absolute.

Does that mean I'm kind of powerful now? People stared at the stone in shock at the color change, even Annalise couldn't keep the shock off her face. She stared at me in both amazement and excitement. I couldn't decipher the look on the king's aunt's face though. She looked shocked but kind of annoyed too. “ Your eyes,” Erxi said beside me in amazement. I raised my brow in confusion, what happened to my eyes? “ They are green! Just like Natalí's tears. Goodness gracious, you are our queen indeed” Annalise gasped fighting every urge to touch my face with her hands.

My entire body went cold when I saw what they were running from. Clouds of darkness snaked through the ground, slithering like snakes. I could feel the cold darkness and the chilling aura that penetrated it. In the distance, I squinted at the figures standing in the center of the town. The Queen. Standing beside her was Raelyn and the darkness was spilling off her in waves. The Queen looked furious with her glowing red eyes and her gown made of black raven feathers. Destruction and chaos fell in her path as she terrorized the empire, using Raelyn’s dark magic.

he snapped his fingers jolting her out of her reverie. She nodded, "I finally know the truth," she bowed her head. "The truth is?" "You were right. Those were not my real parents," she clenched her fists, and tears filled her eyes again. His eyes softened, and he cuddled her closer, "Go on," he caressed her hair. "I.. am the chosen one, I am royalty," her voice broke, "But how am I not in the palace with the royals? How am I here?" Axel ruffled her hair, "That is a great discovery, all will work.."

Penelope’s breath caught as she took in the craftsmanship, her fingers itching to trace the delicate designs. “These will be your quarters,” Thanion said, reaching for the handles. But as he pushed the doors open, a sound cut through the air, freezing them both in place. Loud, unabashed moaning. Penelope’s face burned as her eyes darted to the source of the noise. There, sprawled naked across the bed, was a spectral woman. Her glowing form was striking, her hair a cascade of silver fire spilling over her shoulders. She lay wide-legged, her movements slow and deliberate as she pleasured herself.

Another began to sob, the sound eerily childlike in the vast ruin. Maxim’s eyes burned gold. “The war is over,” he said, voice carrying the weight of alpha command. “Ruby is gone. Stay, and you face judgment. Run, and you face the wild. Choose.” No one moved. Then, slowly, the tallest loyalist lowered his head. “The Queen burned,” he whispered. “We only wanted her story to outlast the silence.” Zara met his haunted eyes. “Stories live,” she said softly. “But they don’t need blood to breathe.”