The Queen They Buried の小説・ストーリー

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

Nothing in this world will ever take me from you. I stared at it, and then I remembered. What are you burning? Just some old things. Things I don’t need anymore. Not old things. Us. The letters I wrote her. The cards. The things she had kept from the beginning. “She burned them,” I said. Marco stepped closer. “Burned what?” “Our things.” My throat tightened. “She wasn’t burning trash. She was burning us.” I got to my feet and started going through everything. Drawers. Cabinets. Shelves. Luggage storage. The dressing table. The desk.

Thanks. He simply nodded before releasing my hand. Just like Dominic, I know Damon and Damian still care about me. They used to treat me like a princess when we were younger. It is no longer the same now but I know they still look out for me. Isabella, sweetheart." Aunt Evelyn pressed a kiss to my cheek. "You look absolutely beautiful. We’ll always be here for you, alright? Never forget that. I smiled warmly at her before we all headed out together. Damian took the driver’s seat while Damon sat beside him in front. I noticed Dominic giving me a playful wink. He sat at the back while Aunt Evelyn and I stayed in the middle row.

Andrew asked in confusion, as he saw Arianna on the hunt and wasn't following the previous plan. "Amara is alive," His eyes widened and she saw the pain in his eyes as he walked toward her, coming to stand beside her before she finished, "She killed Sargent and resurrected an army of undead." His eyes widened further and he breathed out, "I-I didn't know." He glanced at her, before he asked, "What can I do?" Before Arianna could say anything, Merlin's voice interjected as he swiftly moved from tree lines to the place where Arianna stood and stated, "You can kneel before the heir to the throne and swear fealty to your future queen."

"My children don't drink with me, doctor. Usually, after the ambush and they succeeded to burn the rogue vampires' nest, they would celebrate the victory because it was a tradition in their human lives and the humans in the police station would also join them in a police bar. Then after that, they would arrange a new strategy or talk about the possibility of a new nest occupied by rogue vampires. When they're done arranging the strategy of an ambush, they'd contact me because I'm their ultimate weapon in killing rogue vampires. I might not need to have my hands dirty because I'm the queen. But I was born a soldier, so I intended to keep it that way. I'm not the soft vampire queen, but I'm th

She wished Reyes could see the beauty in her shades of grey as he wanted her to see the reds, oranges and yellows of his sunset. "You see the colours?" he asked. "Si, Reyes, I see them through your eyes," she told him. He used her hair to tilt her head to the side and pressed the brand into her neck. She breathed deep, taking the pain into her soul, knowing Reyes had her. Siempre. Forever; the king and his scarred queen. END OF BOOK ONE

If they don't surface, then it's a death sentence either way—they'll either drown or get boiled alive by the hot springs. Rafael ordered, "You, and you—Stay here on watch and kill anyone you see alive! The rest of you, follow me into the tomb to support Stanley! Let's go, Mosby. Now that we've dealt with Andrew, it's time to unlock the ultimate secrets of this great tomb!" Mosby rubbed his hands together excitedly. "Come on, let's head into the tomb. The hidden burial chamber of the Demon Queen's most beloved son—the prince who died young—the treasures inside are beyond imagination… Truly beyond imagination…"

She swallowed as tears filled her eyes to the brim, waiting to be released. "Pick it up and make a six-foot grave for yourself. I'm not usually this nice" The Queen ordered impatiently. The guards drew their swords and she hastily picked up the spade. With tears streaming down her cheeks, she began digging her own grave.

On it stood a crystal sarcophagus, and within it—a woman. Or something that once had been. Long silver hair, skin like pale quartz, and runes carved into her closed eyelids. She was beautiful. And terrifying. “Elara,” Dain whispered, stepping closer. “That’s Queen Althea.” “The last Blood Queen,” Vesper added, his voice tight. “She vanished during the final war.” Kael’s hand went to his blade. “Why is she here? Buried like this?” Elara’s breath caught. “Because she’s not dead.”

“Not just his empire. Something hidden. He’s pulling strings in half the city. If you’re in his way, he’ll crush you without blinking.” Ares’ jaw clenched. “And Valeria?” Matteo gave a grim smile. “Then she’s either his next queen… or his next pawn.” ******************* The following evening, Valeria stood in front of her mirror, adjusting her earrings. Her daughter was already tucked in bed, and she’d promised herself she wouldn’t let Damien see the storm inside her tonight. But when she walked into the rooftop garden where Damien was waiting, she felt his eyes on her like knives.