Novelas y relatos de The Apocalyptic Queen Theresa

He lowered his hand slowly, forcing stillness into every joint. If Apollo sees her as a queen… The thought curdled in his stomach. Queens did not survive mistakes. Queens were crowned in blood. Queens were lightning rods for war. And Adelaide did not yet understand the game she had been placed at the centre of. The way everyone would come for her once she was named. Not only demons. Not only Emberborn. All the old things that lived beneath law. The ancient hungers that recognised a crown the way wolves recognise fresh meat.

Celine, is not an ordinary werewolf. She is constantly locked away and hidden and eventually sold. When the pack that buys her kidnaps the prince, Celine finally finds her escape. She uncovers that she does have a wolf, but it was shielded with magic, and not only that but she's a hybrid. The king and prince feel like there is more to her. There's constantly a strong sense of magic, and enchantment around her. King Sebastian is shocked to find out she is his mate, and vows to protect her, only that becomes hard when they uncover, Celine is in fact the missing Queen Goddess. She's not just a werewolf, but a fae, mermaid and everything else combined into one. That though isn't Sebast

Zayla rushed to her, and in that moment, the world stopped pretending it had rules: a halo of light ringed Bella’s head, her breath steaming the air even though it hadn’t been that cold a second before. Behind them, the rest of the survivors scrambled to adjust. Jenifer barked orders at Alex and Amanda, pulling Liam out of the path of a sudden, searing light that fractured the room. The Queen—her once-impeccable armor now scorched and dented from their last escape—pressed herself against the altar as a trapped animal for eternity. She muttered something low and unsteady, not a prayer, just a brutal calculation: “It’s too early. They forced the lock.”

Nala roughly pushed the girl into Noir's arms and he knocked her out. "Where are the others" Thane growled out. Althea answered. "When I got back from the infirmary, everywhere was quiet. The guards and the maids were all asleep. I decided to hide myself when I heard some noise in the kitchen. The beta female and the queen wanted something to eat. After they left, I saw her pour something on one side of the steak. When she tasted it, she didn't eat from the part that she poured something on. So I figured something was wrong. When she got back to the kitchen, she made a call and said she had done it and the queen will be dead soon"

"But this can't go on forever, right? We can't just stand by and watch them keep dying." Cyrus smiled and shook his head. "It won't last long. Whether from shortages or from killing each other, most of these people will die quickly in the apocalypse." Kenneth swallowed hard. He no longer knew what to say. Just then, through the wind and snow, a woman in a fur coat trudged toward them. "Cyrus, I want to renegotiate our cooperation." It was Lyla, the leader of Building 9. Her clothes were stained with dried blood, clear evidence of the brutal fighting she had survived the night before.

Sebastian huffs. “It’s a literal giant crystal, and we already know it’s supernatural. Aiyla made that clear,” the man points out. Sebastian moves his mouth in a mocking manner, much to the man’s annoyance. Yup, they’re animais alright. “Your majesties, this is High Priestess, Isolde Laurier and her animai, Valeria Cabrera. Isolde, Valeria, this is Sebastian Balaskas and Lemuel Andilet, King and Queen of Atlesper and the new guardians of the Orraikam,” Aiyla announces.

They were whispering how snobbish the Queen really was. Stefan, who sat next to his wife, tried to pull her wife’s hand and ask her politely to return to her seat, “Please, my Queen, you need to calm yourself,” he told her. But Theresa refused to acknowledge her own husband’s warning, “Do you know how much money my father, King Marius Scarlet, used to donate to your temple, Father Joseph?” she stated it bluntly, “my family is your temple sole benefactor, you would not survive a single day if it wasn't because of our donation!”

She didn’t flinch. Then the guards grabbed my arms. “No—no, please, she’s pregnant! The child is innocent!” Liora’s voice cracked through the room as she rushed forward, her hands grabbing at mine. “Enough!” Ysara snapped. “The father is not. He is the Alpha of Obsidian—the man who has murdered our kind. You expect us to shelter his seed?” Liora dropped to her knees, hugging me tightly as they tried to pull me away. “Please, Mama, please… Selene is not a traitor. She didn’t know. She’s just a girl—”

Evelyn opened her mouth. Nothing came out. What was she supposed to say? You abandoned me to die three months from now? Instead, as she asked quietly, “What time is it?” He blinked at the question. “Uh… almost seven.” Seven in the morning. Three months before the apocalypse. Outside the apartment window, traffic moved normally through wet streets. Somewhere downstairs, someone laughed. A car horn sounded faintly in the distance. The world hadn’t ended yet. But it would. Evelyn wrapped her arms tightly around herself.

Not by name. Not yet. By position. By presence. By the way they stand close together, uncertain, watching. Fear holds them in place. Not loud fear. Quiet fear. The kind that spreads slowly through the body until movement becomes impossible. My gaze moves to the Queen first. She stands tall despite the tension in her shoulders. Her face is composed, carefully controlled, but grief lingers beneath the surface. I see it in the tightness around her eyes. In the way her hands remain clasped too tightly before her.