The White Queen Richard Iii Novels & Stories

The doctor shouted at me while riding the White Beauty in a circle. I chuckled. What could be funnier than a mere human asking a vampire queen to ride a vampire horse? He was a weird and naïve human being. But I felt flattered. And I didn’t know the reason why. Still, I had to reject him. I might be able to do anything I wanted as a vampire queen, but this matter should be thought over not to cause any mishaps in the image of the ruler of my beloved Imperial Colony kingdom. I gestured in the above direction telling him that I took the road off the roofs.

Hana whispered, "Where's the key?" While holding up the locks and jerking constantly, Hana didn't notice, causing the sharp surface of the lock to crash into her hand bleeding. Hana had just pulled back her hand when the sound of split rang out. The lock opened, and Hana watched suspiciously at her blood sticking on the lock, "Is the key blood?" The broom said, "Since the queen's death, no one has been able to enter this castle. You're the first one." Hana worried, "Maybe it's luck,"

Sylvain ignored me, recalling the next line—apparently he had an exemplary memory. I scrubbed a hand down my face, "We stole the throne. We've been stealing it ever since. The rightful heir hasn't sat on the throne for a very long time but the golden-winged one will regain her throne. The throne will return to its rightful owner. From throne to throne." "Well that clears the last line of that paragraph," Sylvain said, "how did your kind figure out it meant wings?" "They were talking about a throne and only the purest rule. Purest have white wings so obviously when they said golden and not white that was what they were referring to," I explained.

Lucien rubbed his wife’s back and glanced at the three angels who were looking at them. “Is something wrong with Mommy, Daddy?’” Lihua and Li Wei first born son, queried as his big eyes shone with worry. Li Wei shook his head, “Nothing’s wrong with Mommy. And daddy has a question for you three, “Are you ready to see Aunt Jingfei?” Li Wei asked and the three children nodded together. “We are!” Their daughter cheerfully answered and the youngest son clapped his hand. “Pretty Queen see baby Prince!” He blurted while chuckling.

Trying to take her out of his mind, he tried to engage Valtar in another conversation since he was the only one at the spring palace who was still capable of talking without planting his head on the floor even though everything Valtar had been saying we're full of rubbish and half slurred words. “ Have you found the poisoner?” He asked but beside him, Valtar was busy pouring another cup of wine from the bottle oblivious to his questions. Treven regretted not commanding him not to drink before the party started. He sighed and relaxed on his throne again when he heard a buzz around his head. One of his Hornets had something to tell him. His expression morphed into seriousness immediately. “ Wh

Then he, too, was peering down. *Do you see it Alpha?* *Yes! Surry, this is amazing...* "What are they?" Cillium breathed. We were far enough up the mountainside now that far below us, the ground had begun blending together into one large sheet of muddy white. The creatures that took my breath away were about halfway between it and ourselves -- a good hundred feet below us at least. White deer. Not just white-speckled, as was all the more common in these snowy climates. These were of the purest porcelain imaginable... Whiter than the snow itself.

There has never been a Royal who did not possess powers. No one notices the Princess, whose face contorts in discomfort as the many wolves focus on the Witch's third attempt, once again yielding no results. The noise of whispers grows louder in disbelief, everyone thinking that the Princess has no power, until a loud cry from the cushion where the sleeping Princess lays silences them, followed by a loud boom of thunder that shakes the glass windows threatening to break under the shock wave and a bolt of lightning lights the cathedral.

Thunder howled in the skies above. And Seraphina collapsed — unconscious again — into Darian’s arms. But her scent had changed. The roses were darker. The peonies bled fire. And her mark — just barely glowing — had appeared over her heart. A crescent moon surrounded by a crown of white thorns. The mark of the White Queen. Darian looked up as the guards burst into the hallway, drawn by the storm, panic clear on their faces. Kaelion limped back into view, blood on his temple, rage in his eyes.

Margery snapped from her shock back to work mode. “If you’ll please come with me, I’ll fill you in, on the way,” Margery waved a hand for Darwin to walk forward. He cleared his throat softly and I shook my head. Flustered, I moved to the side and we all began to walk towards the infirmary. “And so at the scene of the attack, the queen attacked Richard. Amari was… “ I let Margery’s voice drone on as thoughts flew through my mind. “Did I make the elixir wrong? But he healed fast. How could he be dead?” I asked Drusilla, confused.

"Sitting up there like she’s a queen! She probably spent the last of her rented money to sit in that box with no jewelry on her neck. How pathetic!" The chime of a silver bell cut through the chatter. On the center stage, the master auctioneer stepped behind a marble podium. Two security guards in white gloves carried out a bulletproof glass display case lined with dark black velvet. Under the sharp spotlight, the centerpiece was revealed. A collective, breathless gasp filled the entire opera house. It was the Crown Emerald. A flawless, fifty-carat, untreated Colombian emerald cut into an imperial teardrop, surrounded by a cascade of three hundred rare pink diamonds. The stone burned with an