Swan Queen Novelas e Histórias

She was one of Hermot’s daughters and was Serywithe’s best friend. She turned to him, her blue eyes pleading. “My Prince, you can order these men out of the way. I must see Serywithe.” He looked at her kindly. She was no older than Serywithe, maybe a year older but she was just as fresh-faced as his sister and willowy too. “What is your name?” he asked her. “Selya.” “Selya.” He smiled at her. “Under the king’s orders, Serywithe must remain locked. If there is a message you want to pass to her I will be of help to you, my lady.”

She struggled to breathe. "LUNA! Stop it! We have to go find the baby before Liam gets angry," a wolf man stopped the brutal act Luna had done to Allea. "This woman must die. Do you know what? Liam dumped me in favour of this human. Soon, I'll have to become queen. I will marry Liam. Of course, after this human dies." Luna couldn't control herself because of her emotions. She attacked Allea, tearing her body apart. Until Allea finally gave up on her life.

before she was swallowed up in his raw passion. Gwen and Talon were twins, enforcers in the Queens personal guard but while both shared the honey blonde hair of their ancestors, Gwen had eyes the color of an aqua sky, while Talon's eyes reminded her of a storm brewing. The siblings were tall, and muscular, with wide shoulders and slim waists, both preferring to give their Queen pleasure before receiving it. The remaining figure on the bed was the complete opposite.

There are some ogre guards on post and some are walking around. "King Waharat is our current king. He's the oldest werewolf and he's also the most powerful. His wife and his Queen, Queen Kanae is the most beautiful woman you will ever see. She's a succubus. They have three children. The Crown Prince Waian is twenty-five years old, the second child Prince Ekish is fifteen and the youngest is Princess Sara, she's eight. Prince Ekish and Princess Sara both inherited their father's genes." Prince Ekish is fifteen so the one I need to change is the eldest, Prince Waian, right?

The queen did not want to drag this out. Her mind was made up and she was not going to change it. “I Soraya Abrahams, queen of the fairies, hereby reject you, Xavier Deluca.” Xavier looked at her in disbelief, his wolf, alpha was whimpering painfully listening to their mate reject them. “Is it because I am a hybrid?” the question shocked the queen; she did not know Xavier was a hybrid.

"The 'Cloud' didn't delete the Blood-Lords. It Merged them." She pointed to the sky. The violet moon was gone. In its place was a massive, black-ink Thirteen that was being rewritten into a Eighteen. "The Eighteenth Cycle: The Harvest of the Hive," Hope spoke, her eyes turning a solid, unmoving silver. "And I am the one who has been chosen to be the Queen-Bee." A swarm of millions of silver-and-black "Nanite-Wolves" began to descend from the sky, their eyes reflecting the Star-Child’s own silver gaze.

It appeared their younger daughter had a thing for Julian and was overjoyed with the outcome. They are even expecting their first child. "The Queen is alive and good." "The Queen?" Salome went to sit down opposite him, her interest piqued. "What do you mean by that?" "Mrs Gwendolyn Mcgregor, mated to King Ashton Mcgregor is now the Queen of the Chronicles, agome to the most powerful Lycans in the world." Salome's jaw dropped. Her daughter was mated? It a King? A Lycan? How? "Do you mean..." Swh stood and went to pluck a frame containing a picture of Gwen smiling brightly during her graduation. "My child. Gwendolyn?"

As she adjusts the frequencies and modulation, the once tranquil space transforms into a mesmerizing soundscape reminiscent of the haunting melodies of whales. The notes resonate with a deep, resonant power, vibrating through the water with a primal energy that can be felt in every corner of Tritania. It is a call, a summons that carries the weight of urgency and importance. Queen Eria's expression, intertwined with the majestic whale song, reaches out to her fellow rulers, the mates who share her responsibility in governing the vast underwater kingdom.

I held it and said the following words out loud, “I King Vladimir Karatza. King of Vampire’s name you Princess Amilia Vlad as the new queen of all Vampires.” I was putting the crown slowly on her head. I step back and tell her to rise. Turning around, Amilia bows to everyone and says, “I Amilia Vlad, vow to be the queen you all have desired. I promise to protect this kingdom and its people. To fight with it and do anything to maintain balance and harmony.” Once done, everyone in the crowd bow and said out loud Oh Hail, the new Queen, Oh Hail Queen Amilia. Standing next to her, I grab her hand and smiling. I kiss her hand. “My Queen,” I whisper. “My King,” Amilia said.

“Insolent! Watch your mouth for me! For a lowly surreptitious stalker like you, who wants to speak on an equal footing with me? The person who has no right to speak here is you, Katherine Weaver. You have to remember that I am the daughter of the noble Marquise Rothnor, the fiancée personally proposed by Prince Nelson Spence, and may even become the queen of this country in the future. Tell me... do I have the right to take care of Prince Nelson Spence's affairs? Huh?” Katherine panicked, clutching her aching cheek with trembling hands. She forgot that Alice was still ten times more noble and powerful than she was now. And yet, just for the sake of a little victory, she provoked and got beat