Scorned Ex Wife : Queen Of Ashes の小説・ストーリー

Ember pressed, her face illuminated by a flickering light panel overhead, casting her features in harsh relief. "The Ashen Guard." The name tasted like ash on my tongue. "Malagar's elite hunters. We tracked and captured fire-born creatures and anything else with power he wanted." My gaze flicked to Ember meaningfully. "People like you." The mark throbbed again, harder this time. I suppressed a grunt of pain and continued, words tumbling out like stones I'd been carrying too long.

Hearing my response, Ethan nodded eagerly. Then mysteriously announced: "Cassie lost the baby!" He said this without the slightest hint of sadness. My pen suddenly stopped moving. Then, calmly, I asked him: "How did she lose it?" Seeing my expression, Ethan's eyes shifted, his voice growing quieter. "She had an abortion." Unable to control my anger, I questioned him loudly: "Did you make her do it?!" At these words, Ethan fell silent. In that moment, I erupted in fury. "Ethan, are you even worthy of being an Alpha?"

From the very snow. It curled into the air around her in ribbons, coiling and twisting like breath held too long. Not smoke. Not magic. Memory. The ash remembered her. She was glowing. Not in light. Not in power. But in recognition. I couldn’t move. Not out of fear. Out of knowing. I’d seen this once before. Years ago. A girl dragged through the Pit, bloody and screaming, left beneath the Queen’s arch. She’d locked eyes with me through the bars of a Warden cell and whispered, “You don’t get to watch me break.”

She will watch all of them get confused, suffer and question their sanity. It was time for retaliation. Everyone will have to pay. "Did you put together my request?" she asked. "Everything is in order, ma'am," the old man politely replied. "Good." She walked into the mansion and smiled at everyone who greeted her. She gazed at the huge chandelier, sighed deeply and closed her eyes. She was transported back to the time when she thought there was no hope for her. There was a time in her life when she thought that the world was too cruel to her and she didn't deserve to live a happy life. She was too miserable and she could no longer see any reason to live. Who would've thought that she would r

"It wasn't Ashley… She took my place… I was the one that was supposed to be your bride and you know it… Why don't you show me any mercy and grace, My King?" Anger rocked my body like molten magma. I struck her face twice and she fell to the ground. I picked her up by the throat and spat on her face, "Spare me your heresy and never compare a filthy thing like yourself to Ashley. You were supposed to be mine but you couldn't stand the crippled and cruel Prince. And now that I have the throne you couldn't watch your sister become the Queen over you!" She couldn't breathe a word. My anger spiked and I bared my fangs and bit her deep in the neck. The bite was rough and she screamed, begging for h

"Ash?" The woman lets out a throaty laugh. "And the bitch finally wakes." She turns her head to the man beside her. "Yes, I'm Ash's wife, pleased to meet you." She jots out her right hand expecting me to take it, but I stare in contempt at it. The jealousy that sears through me is debilitating, to say the least. It's my turn to let out a throat laugh but it sounds more like a cackle to me "So you're the scorned woman Ash talked about."

He cast an annoyed glance at Carina. “And since when are you the judge of that, Lucas? Didn't I tell you to be my eyes and ears while I recuperate? Is what Carina saying true or not?” He pressed his eyes together painfully; his shoulders sagged like a wilting plant. “Yes. Carina's right. Ashley is now the new Lycan Queen, married and mated to the Lycan King Zane Leventis.” My left eye twitched. “Get out, Carina.”

“You suck, real bad and if there's anyone who's pathetic, is you!” That gets her. I watch her face constricts, eyes blazing with fury. “You’re just a desperate lonely ex-wife. But newsflash, Soren won't leave Ashley for you. Try all you want, she has his heir. He'll choose her over you, he did it before, he'll do it again.” I cross my arm, a lazy smile dancing at the corner of my lips. “I wouldn't even have to try. Don't you think so?” Her brows knits together, fist balling hard.

The first one said. "I think it's because she's his dead wife's sister. Who is that desperate? I mean the bitch couldn't even carry his baby. At least Angel gave him three kids." The second commented. All of a sudden, the door to the next stall, slammed open so hard she was sure it came off the hinges. Scarlett was pissed. She stormed out and grabbed both bitches. "Come on out Ash." Scarlette demanded. Ash took a deep breath then left the stall. Scarlett had each skank by their hair. One she recognized as a club whore, the other must have been a hang around.

And flames… made of ash. Kael stood over one such body, jaw clenched, fists curled at his sides. The Moonfang dungeons were colder than usual. The corpse at his feet had once been his cousin, Rovan, loyal, proud, and now nothing but a twisted echo of the man he had been. Scrawled in dried blood on the cell walls: “The Queen rises from ash. Bow… or burn.” Kael stepped back. Saphira stood beside him, her expression unreadable. “This is the sixth,” she said quietly.