The Queen Of Nothing Series 소설 & 이야기

"She's been here six weeks and she's already the person my soldiers ask about first when they wake up shot. You know what that is, right? That's not a liability, big brother. That's a queen." I didn't answer. But something eased in my chest, one degree, and I sat the long watch out with my back to the wall and my gun across my knees and my brother breathing steady on the other side of a door my woman had locked with her own hand, and somewhere south of Atlanta, driving hard toward a sunrise he thought was going to save him, Isaiah Crowe did not yet know that he'd been given exactly one night, and that the King who'd let him have it was already sitting in the dark counting down the hours unti

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

As far as I know, the only clothes I have at the safe house are some outdated, probably too tight jeans, random sweat shirts and t-shirts and not even my favorite bath products! Woe is me. *** “We almost got her this time but unfortunately her driver spotted Patrick as he lounging on the library steps and I think he recognized him because next thing we know, he’s punched Patrick in the throat, grabbed the princess’s hand and ran to the car. We tried shooting them but-”

MONGREL 🌷 How do you end the war when you don't know who you actually are? The lives, loves, dangers and disasters on the land of Merlin. Creatures of unspeakable horror lurk beneath this land as a teenage girl is suddenly torn between the two powerful empires. What happens when a little human girl is rescued as an infant, rejected as a mate, accepted as a beloved and had to fight as a queen? Will she be able to guard the peace treaty?

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—

Logan Nielsen "Did someone recognise you?" My father asked. "No, I will be fine here." I said as I sat down on the sofa. "Very well, I'll contact you again later. Take care of yourself, son." My fa5her ended the call. My father is the King of Denmark, Valentino Nielsen. I'm Logan Christopher Nielsen, the Prince of Denmark. As much as I love being in the palace, I have to get put of it. Why? There's been a lot of scandals surrounding me lately but all of them are not true so to slowly due them down, I have to go to London to continue my school here.

Book 4 - A Queen Among Darkness (completed and coming soon to paperback) Whole Again - A Queen among Alphas spin-off (completed and coming soon to paperback) Book 5 - A Queen Among Tides (completed and coming soon to paperback) Book 6 - A Queen Among Gods (ongoing) COMING SOON IN THE SERIES: Book 7 - A Queen Among Tempests Runaway Empress - A Queen Among Snakes prequel Dark Vocation - A Queen Among Darkness spin-off Valor, Virtue, and Verve - A Queen Among Tides spin-off The Next Generation series titled The Royal Shadow Series Much love ADB_Stories

Back beneath the Vatican, in the smoldering ruins of the lab, the clone Amara rose from the ashes — body glowing, eyes white-hot. Behind her, the other hybrids stirred, stepping from their broken pods one by one. A voice — digital, ancient — whispered through their minds: “The Queen has fallen.” “The Crown of Nothing must rise.” The clone looked up toward the city above. And smiled.

Her attention was elsewhere. She did not know why it was happening. She did not know that somewhere beneath her ribs, coiled in a place even she had never touched, something older than her name recognized this hall — recognized these weapons — as pieces of a Crown that had crumbled long before the kingdom's founders had learned to read. The Void Queen's dormant will did not announce itself. It only reached, quiet and absolute, and the weapons answered because they remembered being reached for before. Auriel knew none of this. She knew only the pressure building behind her eyes, and the sound — a hall full of ancient steel screaming a name it had no right to know.