The Queen They Buried Novelas e Histórias

Elena came by her side comforting her, wiping off her tears, assuring her that everything will be okay. As the day reached dawn it was time for queen Aurora to be buried, saying their final goodbye everyone watched as their queen was buried. Terence and Mangus Dug a grave where they kept her body inside and covered it up with sand and flowers. Fairies placed flowers on the queen's grave as a sign of respect and royalty. Days passed after the queen’s burial, Elvenia still trying to get over what had happened, hoped to be strong and move on.

someone else adds. They crucified the Queen without caring if the words were true or not. The group begin to gather attention and with each arrival, the story of the Queen being a pervert is repeated, and the new comer displays the same reaction as the other ladies. Concubine Su stands within the group not saying a word but secretly enjoys as the women brutalized the Queen’s reputation, while the news of her sleeping with her servants ciculates around the tea party until it hits the Queen’s ears.

High on the success of their ridiculous spectacle, Joseph and Julia clung to it like a lifeline. They began campaigning even more frantically among the common vampires, shamelessly spreading their "truth" about being brutally oppressed. Deep in a hidden part of the Black Forest, an eerie green bonfire lit up a clearing packed with angry, resentful faces. Julia, dressed in a deliberately tattered dress, was crying her eyes out.

She had learned its rhythms, mapped its exits, pressed folders behind maintenance files and moved photographs from corkboards and counted forty-second camera loops in her head. She had been buried. She was standing. The kettle clicked off. She poured the cups. Outside the window the gardener disappeared around the far corner of the hedge and the grounds were empty and still and the gate stood open at the bottom of the drive in the pale October light. Just open. Just hers.

This is his biggest mistake, he was weakened and even fall two people to their death! The Queen could only sighed when the Eternal Life vanished with pain and regrets. She supported the man that technically her niece through his embrace to the golden Corpse that was Mariya. He was unconscious like dead, as if turned into a Corpse such as Mariya. Yet, his embrace was so tight that enable the tomb to snatch away Mariya. The Queen could only smiled, eyeing the tomb with deep despise and hatred. Her eyes shone with strange light as she glance to the two, she was able to shoo away the tomb and she feel so great.

“This entire disaster began because you protected the Sovereign bloodline!” “No,” the Queen answered sharply. “This disaster began centuries ago when fear convinced wolves that chains were safer than truth.” The chamber fell silent again. Because despite everything happening— Nobody could deny the guilt hidden inside her voice. The Queen looked toward the sanctuary floor beneath them as another tremor shook the chamber. Her expression darkened slowly. “We buried something beneath this mountain long before the Sovereign was imprisoned.” Several Alphas froze. One whispered carefully, “What are you talking about?” The Queen hesitated.

she didn't dare glance at her "Decided to bury her and then run away for fear that you would order our death on finding out the truth!" She looked up "We followed her command and took the Queen deep into the forest.We dug the ground and buried her before your soldiers came" Due to the fact that apart from the head maid,the rest of them were turned to statues they didn't know what had transpired after that. Because of this, Mateo's suspicions about the said witch been Alicia was cancelled in his head. His piercing gaze returned back to the head maid. "Didn't I warn you not to play with my intelligence?! How dare you bury my wife!!!"

A single flower, fresh, real and blooming. I knew where the flowers came from.The garden behind the east wing where the Queen's roses used to grow before Morwen buried them. She hadn’t killed the flowers, she buried them, and now she gave me one as if to say: Even beauty dies. I didn't touch the flower, I watched it die off.By morning the petals were brown and I still didn't move.

Power wrapped around her effortlessly, as natural as breath. I stumbled back. “This isn’t real.” “It is,” she said calmly. “And it isn’t.” Understanding struck like lightning. “You’re one of them,” I whispered. “A Luna Queen.” “Yes,” she replied. “The last unbroken one.” My throat tightened painfully. “They said you all died.” She smiled sadly. “They lied.” She gestured to the cavern around us. “This is where we were buried—not in death, but in memory. Stripped from songs. Erased from history.”

And Elara burned, broken, but the reborn was the only one left standing who understood how deep the Queen’s game had gone. “She planted the prophecy,” she said aloud as she walked, dust and ash curling around her boots, “but the King was always the endgame.” “The one before Malak?” Lyra asked, limping beside her. “I thought he was a myth.” “No,” Elara said. “He was entombed. Hidden so no one could challenge the Queen’s rise.” Rhys caught up, his tone clipped. “Then who dug him up?” A voice answered from the trees. “I did.”