Sliver Queen Proxy Novels & Stories

She knew this wasn’t going to be easy and hadn’t expected a decision today. Preston didn’t move, silently watching her leave. The Queen’s intentions were clear to him now. This detour through Solandra was simply a smokescreen—to avoid alerting the wrong people. A direct request to headquarters would have been far too noticeable. A nuclear integration converter. So, the Queen’s patience was running out. At the Silverpine Ridge Villa. Briella lounged on a deck chair under the cloudy sun, one hand shielding her eyes, golden light dancing across her skin.

Lucien’s jaw tightened. > “She left because she saw the truth. That you didn’t fall for her you fell for the problem of her.” > “That’s not real,” he whispered. The Proxy smiled. > “But I’m easier. I won’t scream. I won’t bleed on your floor. I won’t make you feel guilty for surviving her.” Lucien reached for the power switch. > “Don’t shut me off,” the Proxy said. “You’re the one who built the room for me.”

"There are several cells that are protected with containment spells. She won't be able to escape." Sylvia whole body tenses as when the Queen mentions the dungeons and the spells that are made especially for witches. "You don't have to lock me up," Sylvia cries loudly. "I promise I will tell you anything that you want to know." "Did you or did you not teleport out of the bathroom of a restaurant with my daughter," the Queen asks as she pushes her Luna aura over us all. Beads of sweat begin to form on Sylvia's brow as she fights against the royal aura but not even a rogue can resist it. "I did," she says through gritted teeth.

"Take the silver away. It looks like a shroud." She cleared her throat, a small, gravelly sound, and swept the leftovers back into her apron. She did not look me in the eyes. Nobody did today. She reached into a velvet tray and pulled out a heavy brooch. The aquamarine stone was large, thick, and square. It sat in a cheap white gold frame that had been scrubbed until it shined. "Is this the one?" she asked. "Where is the other piece?" I asked instead. I leaned forward, my weight shifting onto my toes. "The piece I told you to get from the lower vaults."

“I understand you don’t want anyone to know who you truly are, but the name—” “No.” I shake my head sharply. “I don’t want anyone, not even a fly, to know my true identity. Not even my name.” “Alright then.” He nods, his expression softening. “Nobody will know. Not even my shadow will hear me call you Hyera, I promise.” A warm smile spreads across his face. “You are SilverQueen. And because it feels like I’ve known you my whole life, I’ll tell everyone you’re my childhood best friend.”

How did it germinate? I had very many questions. And I want sure who had an answer to it. “Send out a letter.” My cold voice rang through the hall. “To every one of them.” “I, Astra Silverbane, Queen of the Moonveil, Lytheria pack, Summon them and anyone who fails to show up shouldn't bother staying in this territory anymore.” “Let them be on the run, as a vagabond for I will take back a pound of my flesh wherever I see them.” I finalized, making sure the instructions were clear and precise.

They practice with non-silver knives in order to not cause too much damage, but they’re all well aware that a real enemy would almost definitely be using silver weapons. Silver is a werewolves one true weakness. When it contacts the skin, it causes burns and leaves scars. When stabbed with a silver knife, a werewolf’s advanced healing is unable to mend the wound the way it normally would, posing a greater risk. When silver enters the bloodstream, it acts as a poison, burning the body from the inside out. The substance is legally only allowed to be owned by the government, but that doesn’t stop some from illegally making weapons out of it themself.

Stok laughed, "Of course not! Why would I want you dead? Listen, Scorpion, I want something else, and I'm guessing your boyfriend doesn't have much time left." "What do you want?" Queen asked. "I want the flash drive," Stok replied. "You should know where the Sparrows' den is located. Bring the flash drive to me in less than one hour, and I promise I'll give you the antidote to help your boyfriend recover. If you don't bring it, trust me, he's going to die." After speaking, he ended the call. Queen got up and began to think. She wasn't with the flash drive, and even if she wanted to get it from her Dad, there was no way she could meet up.

He mumbled calmly in an assurance. “Let us go!” I mumbled and we continued our walk. “Your Highness! She is here.” He said when we stepped inside the chamber where both King and Queen are present on the thrones. “I did not get time to have a word with you Child as I was needed to look after the settling of the people that returned from Palmer.” She said in a tone like an authority and I gave her a small nod. “I am Sabrina, Queen of the Nadir.” She added.

she says in a nice tone cutting into my words as I stay stiff staring at Maud who nods in agreement giving me a reassuring smile, unable to move and totally frozen to a spot I watch as she presses her thumb against my lips, she lifts my cleavages with her palms before pressing hard on my nipples causing them to harden instantly, "Good enough, be down in five and don't bother wearing that dress wiggle into something quick another will be chosen for you down stairs" She commands before walking out of the room without bothering to explain a thing to me, "I'm sorry kita but this is a huge chance for you as well as a dangerous spot" "Why?" "You have been chosen" "Chosen for what?" I ask innocentl