Novel & Cerita The Fae Queen's Captive

It made no sense. “Talia,” the man said, testing the name with a bored drawl. “It's a boring name,” he deadpanned, his words stirring anger within me. My mother had given me that name, and who was he to judge? “What's your name?” I demanded, meeting his gaze with confidence I didn't know I had. “Lycan king Damien,” the elderly man behind him who had kidnapped me replied, his face contorting into a strange smile. “Lycan king, as in the folklore I read as a kid? You've got to be kidding me,” I chuckled nervously, but the lack of amusement from either my captor or the handsome man dampened my humor. “You're joking, right?”

With nimble fingers, he hooked it open. In an instant, the white lace bra slid completely off her fragrant shoulders, exposing large swaths of her fair, lustrous skin to the man’s utterly unhinged gaze. Two round, perky breasts, like two large white rabbits, bounced into Adrian’s greedy palms. “Mmm… no…” Her murmuring, slightly parted lips were instantly captured by the man. Adrian passionately drew out her hidden tongue, transforming his mad jealousy and anger into pure greed and lust, driving him to demand more and more from Sarah.

" Silver swiped her fingers on my cheeks. "Not without an oath," I looked at Elizabeth. I was trying not to succumb to the pit of dread in my stomach. She exhaled and closed her eyes. He placed her hand over her heart, "I'm Elizabeth, light Faerie, Queen of all faeries. I promised to Emersyn Nelson under the watch of Silver that I would never leave my mate, I would never replace him, my body, soul, and everything belong to him." The white sparkle fell around her, like a thousand tiny stars.

“Honey, I had wings before humans had pants.” Gregor sighed. “Your Highness...” “Hey! She’s a queen?” I asked with raised brow. “I was…but enough about me.” “Wow!” I sassed. “Fine, fine!” Barbie grumbled, flying closer to the fire. “The curse of the Queen was cast centuries ago, before your kind even remembered the word ‘supernatural.’ There was a war—the first war—between the fae and the dark wolves. The Queen’s ancestor tried to steal fae blood to make herself immortal. The High Fae didn’t like that, so she cursed her bloodline. Said her children and her soldiers would be forever bound to their hunger—half-dead, half-beast, never free.”

The king and queen of the Fae, from their arraignment, beauty, and dignity, although they wore no crowns to indicate their status. Behind them, I recognised the sneering dark-haired man we had encountered on the terrace and another man, who could only be his twin. This second man escorted a fragile looking young woman on his arm. Rivyn, I thought, from what Aurien had told me of the Fae princes, and his wife, the princess Siorin. I could see how she had captured the heart of a Fae prince as hers was a face that inspired ballads and drove brave knights into the dangers of dragon caves.

"How good to see you again. I trust you have been well?" "Alpha Richard." Kieran's tone was ice. "I didn't expect to see you here. Or to hear such... interesting news about your daughter's betrothal." Richard's smile widened, though it didn't reach his eyes. "Ah yes. I'm honored that a Lycan King has chosen to consider uniting our bloodlines. Elise will make a magnificent Queen, don't you think?" His gaze slid to me, and something cruel entered his expression. "A proper Luna to rule over packs. One with the power and breeding such a position requires."

“Faeries, Werewolves...we all, on this majestic day, bear witness to the crowning of our own, and first daughter of the late Queen...Danika Jove, as our new Queen whom we shall serve with utmost loyalty and heed her peerless guidance from this day.” “Her Majesty, the Fae Queen.” The silence explodes into a terrific burst of merriment as the Banshee Elder concludes her spirit-inspiring speech and the Pixies lift the cover from the item in her hands to reveal a breath-taking crown, crafted from delicate silver filigree and adorned with glittering gemstones.

She motioned to the elves standing beside her, and they swiftly apprehended us. “Don’t,” I said firmly to Josh as he tried to fight the elves off. I let them capture me easily. We needed them to know we weren’t a threat, and knocking out a few elves wasn't going to win us any points. Thankfully, he seemed to catch on and allowed himself to be restrained. “You must be the two werewolves I’ve been looking for,” said the queen, coming closer. She wrinkled her nose as she took in the state of our clothes. “I am Neva, Queen of the Ivory Court of Fae. Who might you be?”

A sleek black carriage rolls through the gate. Not pulled by horses. Pulled by two massive white stags. Their antlers glow faintly with golden light. Yeah. Definitely royalty. The carriage stops a few feet from the porch. The door opens slowly. And she steps out. The Fae Queen. Tall. Elegant. Blonde hair cascading down her back like liquid moonlight. Her gown shimmers with living magic, threads of emerald and gold shifting with every movement. Her eyes land on me instantly.

The Queen arrives at the facility entrance at twelve forty-nine and she has the quality that fae royalty has in person, which is a quality that photographs and descriptions do not capture, the specific quality of something very old and very aware and very deliberately present, and she walks through the facility with the attention of someone reading a place rather than simply occupying it, and she goes all the way down to the sublevel holding area where the hybrid children are being managed by the remaining members of Callum's team and where the chamber is now in Callum's arms, and Isla is on the floor being worked on by the Parliamentary medic that Alteroni had the presence of mind to bring.