Romans & histoires The Queen Of The Night

"No, we don't have that ability. Only the original can do that. She's the beginning of our kind anyway. They call her the Phantom Queen and she is eternal, at least that's what they say. She can manifest her essence in her chosen descendant throughout the centuries hence why they call her the Phantom——something that cannot be seen but she still remains in this world." "So she still exists up to this day? Where is she now?" I sighed, scooting closer and cuddled her on my side. "Nowhere. She'd been long gone since the War of the Triad began eight hundred years ago. Let's say we are indeed a 'cult'. And we were united before under the Phantom Queen Silva who was chosen by the Essence of the Ori

“Artemida nikogda by ne prinyala eto. [Artemis would never accept this.]” Artemida mertva. Koroleva yego imperii zhelayet zanyat' svoye zakonnoye mesto. [Artemis is dead. The queen of his empire desires to take her place.]” Ivan and Dmitri converse in Russian. Ivan is probably pissed that Dmitri has brought me here because there is no place here for a woman such as myself. The underworld is a male world. And even though my father had a daughter and not a son, that makes me his heir.

Penelope’s breath caught as she took in the craftsmanship, her fingers itching to trace the delicate designs. “These will be your quarters,” Thanion said, reaching for the handles. But as he pushed the doors open, a sound cut through the air, freezing them both in place. Loud, unabashed moaning. Penelope’s face burned as her eyes darted to the source of the noise. There, sprawled naked across the bed, was a spectral woman. Her glowing form was striking, her hair a cascade of silver fire spilling over her shoulders. She lay wide-legged, her movements slow and deliberate as she pleasured herself.

"You offered your blood, your essence, thinking it would break the spell. But you only fueled the fire, Davien. The fire that will consume you whole." She circled him, her movements graceful yet predatory. "You are unfortunate, Davien. You loved the wrong woman, the one destined to be your undoing. And now, as your final act of devotion, you will watch as I claim my birthright, as I take my rightful place as Queen of the night." Davien felt a cold dread creeping into his bones. He was trapped, alone against an enemy who held his heart in her twisted hand. But within the despair, a spark of defiance flickered. He wouldn't give up. Not without a fight.

Looking around, she takes a deep breath, and just as suddenly as it all happened, Devona comes to a complete stop. “I’m so sorry, but I do not have time for pleasantries. I need to get you somewhere safe. She has sent them.” “She, what, who?” “The Queen’s Horsemen.” “Horseman, like in the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse?” “Ha!” We start moving again, not as quickly, but with more purpose as she pulls us East, and then takes a sharp turn south into the neighborhoods. “Too Christian. No, I mean the Horsemen of the Wild Hunt, the Night Ride.” She pauses a moment to look deep into my eyes as she explains “Only a Queen of Fairy can command them and right now, they are under the control of the Que

“I will have you again.” The Queen smiled and pushed me back onto the chaise. “The night is young,” she said to the court. “Use her. Break her. She belongs to all of us now.” The remaining nobles descended on me. For the rest of the night, I was fucked relentlessly — passed from man to woman, used in every combination. I was double and triple penetrated on the dance floor, made to ride the Queen while nobles took my ass, and covered in load after load until I was a glistening, cum-soaked mess.

The old woman looked at the queen and filled with fear she agreed, with her heart racing for hours and with the great thought that she owed a lot to this woman who had loved and respected her, it was the least she could do, she should help her survive at least that little girl, this one without more, wrapped the little girl in a wool blanket, to cover her from the atrocious cold of autumn that lay in those lands, but then with a significant pain in her heart, she gave a look full of pain to the queen before managing to go down that corridor, through which the queen was supposed to escape before the delivery was early, while the king was doing everything possible to retain King Sebastian for

The Queen stood behind them, in the shadow, she had changed into a dull black robe with red threads for the ritual, her face was hidden beneath a hooded black veil, only her hands were visible, as she silently watched the ritual begin. An old witch, bent over the floor beside where Keira was lying, wearing long black see-through lace, while stirring a bubbling old pot, her hands shaking, her voice muttering incantations, the green flames began to burn brightly as her incantations grew louder. “Faster, Akira, we don’t have all day,” the Queen hissed, her voice a little shaky. She slowly turned her head over her shoulders to listen to the commotion outside. “Moonclaw’s dogs are close.” She whi

She says with a small giggle. "You will stop second guessing your abilities to lead and you will rule right beside your mate. That is an order." She jokes with a hint of seriousness. I nod and smile up at her. She holds her hand out and a golden staff apears. I immediately bow down and she dubs me Queen of werewolves by tapping the staff on both of my shoulders. "I now dub thee Mackenzie Roseline Lathen as Queen of werewolves and Luna of the royal pack. Do you accept?" She asks and I look up at her.

Pleased with the reaction she had gotten from the finest warriors of these arrogant Monarchs. And then her gleaming violet orbs focused back on the Dragon King. "I am Esmeray, A Crone from the House of Untouchables born to rule. The Tamer of the Untamable Breed of Lost Souls. They call me the Queen of Nightmares. Are these titles enough or do you want me to add some more to your liking, Dragon?" Esmeray could see the wheels of the Dragon King's mind spinning in full motion. And she knew exactly what he was thinking.