The Shadow Bound Queen の小説・ストーリー

“Then I will take her piece by piece.” The shadows hissed, flickering up the walls like greedy tongues. “And when I take what is mine, when her Guardian spirit is stripped from her body and bound to me, the world will remember that it was I who birthed a queen. And it will be me they bow to next.” The wind howled through the broken windows, and somewhere outside the ruin, the forest seemed to go silent—nature itself recoiling from what stirred within. The Queen moved to the center of her sanctum, where a pool of dark, rippling water shimmered with sickly hues of violet and red. Its surface quivered as her fingers hovered above it, blood magic coursing through her veins, burning hot with gree

To my shock, they pulsed warm beneath my skin, then dissolved into nothing. The library opened to me. --- Scrolls. Tomes. Relics. All buried under centuries of dust. The air itself felt alive, thick with whispers of memory. I trailed my fingers across shelves until one book seemed to pulse against my palm. I pulled it free. The leather was cracked, its edges scorched, as though fire had tried to erase it. The pages spoke of a line called the Shadowborn. Descendants of a queen who bore two wolves—one of light, one of shadow. Her children carried both. Some controlled it. Most lost themselves to it. The line was said to be cursed, extinguished by fire and war.

he warned, his voice icy. As he took to the trail, the forest seemed to close in around him, the shadows of the looming trees stretching long and eerie. But he was determined to find the queen or die trying. ~*~ ~Ezinne~ I skirted the edges of consciousness, my temple throbbing from an earlier impact. Muffled voices filled my ears, making me nauseous. I tried to raise my hand to rub my aching temple but realized with a jolt that my hands were bound. Full consciousness slammed into me at the realization that I was held captive. My eyes flared open, and I found myself in a moving vehicle, wedged between two hulking men, with a driver in front. I wriggled my body, in a futile attempt to free my

Under the glow of the blood moon, Austin Castle was decked out in all its solemn and opulent glory. The werewolf pack's bravest fighters and Elders were all there, waiting for Malcolm to step up and introduce his successor to the world. However, with just three minutes to go before the ceremony, Mila had still not arrived. Worry and annoyance creased Malcolm's forehead. "Where is Mila? She's supposed to crown the heir with you, using the wolf fang crown. Without her, what's going to happen to the ceremony? Doesn't she realize how important today is? She's making a mockery of our pack's honor."

The crown hits the marble floor with a sharp clang just before my father’s body does. The hall erupts in screams. I want to shout, to rush over to him, but my voice sticks in my throat. All I can do is watch the blood pool beneath his throne, creeping toward me. The soldiers kneel, but not for the king—for her. Queen Lunice, my grandmother. “Long live the Queen,” they chant, their voices hollow and obedient. Her eyes meet mine. Those dark, ancient, endless eyes hold me in place across the years. “No male heir shall survive,” she whispers. “The curse has already begun.”

The Nexum - the ritual union of fated mates under the blood moon. The nocturnal cast an inflamed glow through the cave, enough for me to see the woman in front of me. Her wavy blonde hair was like a curtain, sheathing the night, while her entire form exuded elegance. Against the backdrop of shadows and light, Val's presence shook my existence, and I could feel her passionate desire for me as she lightly touched my skin with her hand. Her eyes shone like a pair of aquarius gemstones, weakening my resistance to her dominance. Her gaze of desire was determined to possess me, and I, too, longed to be possessed, as long as it was by her. I could no longer deny this bond between us; it was too str

I prayed he respected her marriage enough not to cross the lines, but knowing Gray, knowing he'd left one woman to be with her and tried to leave a second, I wouldn't put anything past the selfish bastard. Annie and I have our own bond, but it's different than theirs was. Ours is more than just physical-it's spiritual, emotional. No part of me exists without her. From our first date at Passerrelle Bistro, to the day she took me to her favorite bookstore and showed me a private piece of her life, I'd become insanely protective. In a matter of weeks, she had taken up residence in my heart, and I'd do anything to keep that bond intact. I saw in her actions, the way she looked at me, how she spo

If I could get my legs to cooperate, I would stand up and show him that I was no pushover, and I didn't give two shits about his anger. He gave me a look that portrayed how unsurprised he was about my apathy to his concern. “I'd like to see you try in that position.” I burned with sudden need to lunge at him and scratch his face. “Let's talk about what happens to you now. The pack wants your head. Isn't that right?” He faced my own subjects, and they cheered and celebrated my downfall. Tears brimmed my eyelids again, but I pushed them all back. “Yes, king! Kill her! Kill the evil queen!” They chanted.

Carefully, almost reverently, she takes my limp hand from where it rests against my thigh and gently guides me to my feet. The heavy ropes from the night before are gone, leaving me free to move my limbs without restriction. I can physically walk around now. Technically, the lack of bindings means I have the physical freedom to attempt an escape, but Archie is anything but foolish. He may have ordered the ropes removed from my wrists, but the heavily armed guards stationed right outside my door haven't moved an inch.