The Queen Of The South นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Her eyes filled with hope and a glimmer of affection and she looked away. "Traga!" my grandfather called us to his attention. He used to have a bigger, much bolder voice. Now it wobbled sadly out of him. A ghost of what it once was. "The Luna wants to show us the power of her blood. Hopefully, this inspires us to take up her war against the Azraels." He made it sound like Roman, pridefully boasted herself as the most powerful being in the world and called everyone to see her glory. He was getting on my nerves.

, I begin. "Fuck, he sounds hot." Adele groans and flattens herself on the bed. I stare off to the side before sighing, "He is, very much so," I respond. "So, who exactly is he? Is he a student at our school or someone you met on a job?" Before I say anything, I glance at her. "He's the next leader of the Italian Mafia." She gasps and sits up straight, her eyes widening in surprise. "Oh god, he's bound to be a fucking king in the sheets."

But when someone appeared in his line of sight, he stopped moving. "Well, hello there, little guy . . . What are you doing there under the rain?" Eric watched as Evangeline bent down and grabbed Snow into her embrace. He forgot to breathe as he watched the woman –– dubbed as a vicious, cruel, pompous Queen –– protectively embraced Snow in her arms. "Did you run away from home? I don't see a collar though . . . ," Evangeline murmured. She swept Snow with her lilac eyes and her pouty lips stretched wide in a smile.

“They will have to. You are not just any queen…you are the queen. If anyone can break tradition, it’s you. But for now, breathe, Let him process this.” Later that evening, a servant knocked at my door. Joana and I exchanged glances before she walked to the door and a young girl stepped in, bowing deeply. “Your Majesty,” she said, her voice soft, “the King of the South requests your presence immediately.” Joana turned to me. “Did you think…” I cut her off. I stood, smoothing my dress. “Thank you. Tell him I’ll be there shortly.” She bowed again before walking out. Joana raised an eyebrow as I gathered my composure. “What could he possibly want at this hour? Do you think that Godfrey told him

I demand an answer. “ I apologize for not recognizing the King of the South. ” He yells, almost too loud for me to not find it irritating. “ Just get it over with. ” I hiss. The warrior pulls a scroll out of his pocket and raises it above his head. “ Her Highness sent a message for the King of the South. ” Frowning, I snatch the scroll from him and roll it open. Suddenly, a thought strikes me. That Queen Lenora is my Princess’ friend. Something didn’t happen to her, right?

“You must be Princess Sophia. I have heard a lot about you. It’s nice to meet you.” “Who are you, and why are you moving into my home?” Princess Sophia queried, folding her small arms around herself as she seized Princess Allison up with her eyes. Princess Allison stood poised as she replied, “I’m Princess Allison Williams. The soon-to-be Queen of the Southern Territory.” “My mom is the Queen of the territory and Jodie’s mama,” Princess Sophia seethed. “You are not her and you can’t become her–” "Shush,” Princess Allison hushed the younger Princess. “I believe your mom is dead, Princess, and no no no, I’m not trying to become her. Instead, I’ll be taking over.”

They were the guardians of a powerful queen. Something about this felt familiar, eerily familiar. I read the passage twice, my fingers shaking as I traced the words. "The Queen of the Nine Wolves... her bloodline was connected to the Southern Kingdom, and she was meant to rule over the Andals." A shiver ran down my spine. My breath hitched as the description of the queen’s homeland mirrored what I knew of my mother’s origin. Could it be…? I quickly recalled the stories I had been told about my pack, long gone now. My mother had often spoken of a sacred land, a land that was lost to us after my pack was wiped out. Could this be the same place? Was my mother descended from the royal line of th

Selena shook her head. “I don't understand.” “You were not born into this cycle.” The Queen lowered her sword. “You were rebuilt from the remains of the first Queen.” Selena stared at her. “My mother gave birth to me.” “Your body was born.” The Queen stepped closer. “Your soul was not.” Ian moved beside Selena. “Enough.” The ancient Queen looked at him. “You always defend her.” “And I always will.” “You defended her when she killed you.” Ian's expression hardened. “You controlled me.”

This time she had broken the anchor. She stood up, her skin shimmering with a faint, metallic light. Her heart didn't just start, it thundered. She was the Queen of the North, and she had just found her King and she was going to do anything she could to protect him…

The queen frowned; they didn’t know any royals from South Africa. “What? But we don’t know anyone from South Africa, maybe its Kwezi’s parents.” The queen thought they were her parents as they didn’t know anyone from South Africa. “If her parents are royals from KZN then maybe.” The queen frowned. “Kwezi is not royal.” The queen told him.