The Queen Against Destiny Mga Nobela at Kwento

“I almost did.” “Please, Leon. She was just messing with you. Concubae are selfish, cruel, bitches. She was using your attraction to her to distract you. And it worked.” Another man spat angrily. I grinned. Sounded like my type of woman. Over the last couple months, I’d heard bits and pieces about the demon queen. All the incubi who trekked through the forest did was complain about how she’d stolen their king and made him weak. Turned him against them. Part of me wished I could’ve met this queen, but she’d died fighting. Like a true warrior.

Unable to control her body, she pressed herself against that cool hand, trying to quell the raging fire within her. Yet the cool touch only made her crave more. “Mmm… I feel so uncomfortable… mmm…” Victor tried to pull his hand away, but the petite woman rubbed against it, reluctant to let go. Her heat seemed to transfer directly to his hand, slowly spreading to his heart. Her slightly damp bangs and scorching forehead quivered restlessly beneath his touch, just like the disheveled, writhing body lying before him, stirring his heart. “What do you want to do?”

But then, watching the same people over and over again gets boring overtime. Diving into the book, I reopen to one of my favorite parts of the lycan battles. It is the chapter where the lycan king was brought to his knees by the queen, and makes she him beg her for his life. He wasn’t expecting her, or that she would even do something like that. It is what makes me like it more. I feel like I relate to the queen well. She has always been undermined and underrated, then she wound her full potential and—

I am utterly in awe of the beautiful creature in front of me. “Our mate.” Rohan mutters dreamily. “Our queen.” I agree.

It answered, reluctantly at first, flickering like a dying flame before bursting into gold. The shadows recoiled as I rose. “I’m not mortal,” I growled. “And I don’t believe in destiny.” The Queen’s amusement didn’t fade. She raised one delicate hand, and the ground cracked open beneath me. Out of the fissures crawled shadow beasts—wolves twisted by magic, their eyes burning red, their bodies formed from smoke and bone. They circled me, growling. “Let’s see,” the Queen murmured, “if you can defy it twice.”

Not ready because she knew what would happen. Ready because she had finally chosen to stop running from her destiny. And somewhere beyond the mountains, beyond the forests, beyond the countless territories dividing the werewolf world… The first pieces of a much larger conflict were already moving into place. Kings would rise. Packs would fall. Ancient enemies would awaken. Blood would stain the earth. And at the center of it all stood one young woman beneath the moonlight. The future Moon Queen. Unaware that destiny had already begun tightening its grip around the world.

She is more than she knows. “And if they don’t give her up?” Kelvin asked, his face etched with concern. That smile again—sharp and gleaming. “Then we burn it all, everything.” “She’s the only one standing between me and everything I’ve worked for,” the Queen said, her voice calm but cold. But she’ll join us. It’s written in her destiny.” She ran her fingers through her dark hair, watching the last bits of the wilted flower turn to ash. “It’s almost laughable, really… that she’s bound to those three weak little wolves.” A small, cruel smile tugged at her lips. “But I suppose that, too, is part of fate.”

He was mine, in ways that went beyond possession and argument. I was his, whether I acknowledged it or not. The air between us was charged, electric. I could feel the pull of his wolf, his instincts brushing against mine like a flame threatening to ignite. I could hear the faint whisper again, carried in the air, curling around the stone pillars and brushing against my mind. The Moonborn Queen must rise, or all packs will fall. I stiffened. The words echoed in the quiet hall, and I could feel their pulse reverberating through my blood. Destiny was speaking to me. It demanded action and sacrifice.

“You’re no coincidence. You’re the anchor between the humanity that Maxon is trying to destroy and the magic that we’re trying to defend.” “She told me I was meant to be the bridge,” I confirmed, feeling a new energy replace my exhaustion. “And she told me my destiny is to stop this war. That I’m not a pawn on this board, but the queen. I don’t understand any of this.” Izan let out a hoarse laugh, a rough sound devoid of humor but laden with absolute respect.

The heavy implication wasn’t lost on me, especially when she called me ‘Queen’, saying she’s here for when I’m ready to open up about everything before retiring for the night. I was left with my jaw on the ground, but I shook myself out of it and scoffed, mumbling that’s never going to happen because I’m sick of talking about my abuse thanks to those meetings. Never fucking helped me, so what’s the point? Plus, this Queen shit is getting real old. Another thing that’s never going to happen. I see she’s just as delusional as the others, but at least she’s nice and kind enough to let us stay here. Plus, I could learn a little more about my mother before it’s my time to physically meet her when