The War Of Two Queens Kindle の小説・ストーリー

I turned around and walked to my warriors, instructing them to start the war. The war started and gunshots were fired all around. It soon changed from a gunfight into a fight of teeth and claws. As the conflict raged on, we advanced, pushing the werewolves deeper into the heart of their once-impregnable territory. The pack house, a symbol of strength and unity, now stood on the brink of destruction. The werewolves, overwhelmed by the relentless assault on them, found themselves facing a dire choice – retreat and scatter around the pack house, or stand and face annihilation brought upon them by us.

I crack my knuckles and lay my elbows on the table. "Now…" I begin, my tone authorizing and king-like. "What is all this talk of a new war? I thought we just ended one."For years, we'd been fighting with the "bitch queen" of Pateros because my prized dolt of a brother enjoyed raiding there the most because he liked the jewels and the colours the most out of any kingdoms. We won the war against Pateros and successfully got ourselves a whole new loot of colourful items to decorate the stone palace with.

A small smile spread on my face amidst my pain. "Anybody that challenges her and loses is not fit to live" Thane growled out. I heard her scream and turned just in time to see him rip out her heart. He tossed her lifeless body and her heart away and marched towards me. He lifted me into his arms. "All Hail The Queen" a voice shouted. "All Hail The Queen" the crowd chorused. I shut my eyes in exhaustion and he blurred us out of the field and into the castle.

“Then, you’re going to need a lot more in this alliance of yours.” For a lesbian group, they were very wise. “The treaty was not just for the wolves,” Briselle said. “It was for every shifter and bloodsucker out here in Lousiana.” Naomi said. “So, if you want to win this war, you’re going to need alliance from everyone.” “Every shifter and every bloodsucker will have to become one.” Dante said.

"Wearing a crown. Coiled around a broken sword." Varek took one slow step back. Boots bolted to the floor. "That line is dead," Varek said. The words came out like gravel. "The Sovereign King and his wife burned in the Sector Four sweeps. Ten years ago. There was no child." "The girl is twenty," Tor said. Voice coming back now. Harder. Like he'd made a decision. "She grew up in Sector Four. She fights with the Sovereign form... you saw it yourself in the hallway. And her father isn't hiding from a shipping debt." Something moved in Tor's face. Something complicated and old and guilty. "He's a Royal Guard. He's been keeping her buried in the outer rim for ten years to keep her breathing."

Even the ancient covens would panic once they realized what she truly carried. The balance was already breaking, and once balance breaks, kingdoms die screaming. A sudden scream tore upward from the lower laboratory levels before cutting off violently. Another failed experiment. I barely noticed. Malvek stepped beside me carefully. “My Lord… if the prophecy is real…” “It is.” That shut him up immediately. I looked toward the storm outside while memories older than Blood Carticons moved quietly through my mind. Memories of ancient wars... burning kingdoms... The Hybrid Queen... Asha. The witches buried her story because they feared it.

“This time we’re the ones hunting.” And somewhere, far away in the shadows of a distant control room, a figure watched the same news broadcast replaying Aria Whitmore’s speech. A slow, deliberate smile spread across the person’s face. “So the queen survived,” the voice murmured, low and satisfied. The screen shifted to Lucien standing beside her, radiating control and strength. The smile widened, deliberate and chilling. A hand reached forward, typing a command with precision. “Stage Two Initiate.” The war was no longer just a conflict between two families. It had evolved, grown, and mutated into something far more dangerous.

She lifted her chin and pointed directly at me. “I am just as upset as you are!” Her voice quivered, the front she kept up faltering in the face of scrutiny. “But I cannot help that the illegitimate rogue still clings to a power that does not belong to her!” All eyes swiveled to stare up at me. I straightened, and muscle memory rested my hands on the railing in a queenly fashion. Old habits die hard. “It is her! Her mate has rejected her and still she is here! Seeping the power from the pack, steeling your strength and virility!” Her voice grew stronger with every word, and the Warriors began to shuffle in my direction.

Her heart hammered—a drum of war and dread. She reached for the tactical bag Kael packed for her. Her fingers brushed the leather-wrapped jade pendant he had given her. Her jaw set. The Queen had returned. “If they want a monster,” she hissed, drawing her silver-alloy blades, “I’ll give them one they can’t contain.” The first drone crashed into the East Wing balcony, red camera-eye glowing like a promise of execution. The war wasn’t coming. It was already inside the house.

The Demonkin still stirred. The Lunarch still plotted. The realms still watched. But Raven and Victoria — bound by blood, by shadow, and by unbreakable love — were ready. Queens of Valros. Partners in war and peace. Together until the end of eternity. And the story of the Necromantress and the Blood Princess was only just beginning.