The Queen Of The South Romane & Geschichten

With that, he fell his ass on his seat. “Stop it, Mr Aguire. It’s not her father or brother who got her back, it’s her husband,” another man speaks up and he is the man I hate the most inside this building. I hate his guts but I cannot just easily kick him out of my company. “Thalia Isabelle Lamnelle-Brickser,” he stated. “That name alone added to her power,” he added and I stood up from my seat. Gossips are everywhere and with the kind of world we have, the news spread faster than a bullet.

A single flick of royal wrath from the so-called Alpha King. Because of her. Kyla Black. Once wolfless. Once my rejected mate. Now the crowned Luna Queen of the entire Southern Kingdom. Her magic echoed across kingdoms. Her power soared like a phoenix reborn. And she looked down at us from her silken throne while we—her former pack—drowned. They said she glowed when the King kissed her. They said her power shook the castle stones. They said she shimmered under moonlight like the goddess herself. I wanted to claw her heart out and feed it to the very wolves she now ruled.

“Sleep together, huh? Of course I'll do it. I am Maia Queen. I will never give up until I die! I will conquer you, Juan O'Neil, until you forget the pain your wife has caused you!” If the Maia Queen is determined, then it will definitely happen.

The Queen’s mother might believe she has hidden the truth of her origin well, but they all know where she came from. The gutters. Concubine Su, still in courtesy position, milks the fire she lit. She had intentionally worded her words as she did to put the Queen back on the spot. She gloats inwardly at the sphotistication of her action. A dumb young woman like her wouldn’t spot her game, the Concubine gloats inwardly, the corner of lip curling up with a smug smirk, but she underestimates her opponent.

Azariah curled up on the bed and covered her ears. "Nuri and Sibyl are now enjoying the most luxurious life and the highest power in the palace. They are laughing at you now, calling you a fool and a clown who cannot see your place." "Shut up!" Azariah sat up and reached for the woman, but grabbed her empty sleeve. Azariah paused. "You lost an arm... Your voice is familiar... You, you're the Queen?" The woman sneered. "I'm not the Queen anymore. Sibyl is the Queen now, that d.amned b.itch!"

I say with a sigh. Carter bobs his head, “so it seems like the Alpha Queen is the only surviving member of her family.” My heart stutters in my chest- Alpha Queen. Does that make me the new Alpha King of the South? I look down at the woman in my arms, my mate, the disgraced princess is now the queen of the very pack she was sent away from. When she wakes up, this will be another thing to navigate. I’m never going to have her to myself.

When I’m not. These women probably ran the whole supernatural world. While the men were always roaring and yelling in each other’s face about who is who. I know women are the key players in that game of chess. If the queen is protected. Everything is going well and you can make great moves. And when shit goes south, the queen protects the king. I’m guessing this is where you get your warriors and foot soldiers for protection. “The one and only,” Daciana smirks proudly. “Wait, I have heard that he was with someone. The daughter of that small pack’s alpha.” She stares at me with widened eyes. “It makes sense now. I have never seen someone as pretty as her.”

Ruling a kingdom is a very taxing job, especially when the kingdom is at war. “What’s Sardonia like?” I ask, curious. “It’s in the highlands, surrounded by mountains and cliffs,” he answers, not looking up from the letter he’s writing. “It’s freezing up there. It snows most of the year.” “And what’s the queen like?” “Queen Olga has been ruling since my grandfather’s time. She’s the longest ruling monarch in all of the vampire kingdoms. She’s very wise, and her alliance with us has been helpful more than once.”

Her eyes were not filled with anger, but with a hollow, haunting desperation. ​“I am Sula, daughter of the Burning Reach,” she called out, her voice clear despite the howling wind. “We come from a land of steam and purple fire. The South is no longer a home for the living, Queen of the North. The rising of the Abyssal King has turned our wells to salt and our air to poison. We seek the shadow of your mountain because it is the last place where the ground does not scream.”

Sarah felt as if she were under a spell. Staring at the massive, rigid cock before her—its menacing blue veins bulging—she found herself inexplicably parched, her lips and tongue yearning for it. This was the colossal object thrusting into her flower—so incredibly pleasurable. Her hands involuntarily gripped the thick shaft. It was hard to imagine how such a massive cock had fit inside her flower—and how fiercely hot it was, so scorching to the touch.