Tsaritsa Novels & Stories

she playfully said. Czarina Olena chuckled. "Well, we're all hungry, and we've been introducing ourselves for quite some time." The woman smiled brightly. "I apologize for my tardiness, everybody, but I am Lady Natasha Ozera. You may call me Tasha. Pleased to meet you all," she confidently greeted. It was so silent—all you could hear was a heartbeat pulsing through your ears. My entire family was wide-eyed, and the Belikovs stared at us confusedly.

That happens in real life? "Well okay. That makes total sense" I said, sarcastically and very angrily. "How about you pause your questions for later and work on that temper boiling in you. You are a few seconds away from reducing every building in this school to ashes. You wouldn't want that would u?" What is this..... I don't even know how to address the voice in my head. How cam I possibly burn a building? Is she trying to be funny or what? "I'm afraid not Azura."

James snapped out of his thoughts. King Marciais smiled and said, “This spiritual mountain was once the residence of the saintess. You’re familiar with her. She refined the Koloretsua Stone to restore the heavens, and she’s known as Lady Tehila.” “Oh?” James was slightly surprised. He had not known that this spiritual mountain was once the residence of Lady Tehila.

Out of morbid curiosity, I edged closer so I could see what exactly gave off that unpleasant smell but what I saw had me gagging on bile which caught in my throat. "If this is some kind of joke I have to say that it's going right over my head," Jericho's face mangled in disgust as he took in the beating and bloody heart which lay flat on a bed of ice. It must have been taken out not too long ago for it to be moving still.

5 YEARS B.M Lekovoski POV DUSK WAS CREEPING over the small village on the outskirts of the big city, Varagrafena. I took hurried steps to my mother's alcove and found her standing over the small deck overlooking the tree of life which was just a few feet from where she stood! The tree has been my mother's fortification for years and it continued to give her the power she needed. My mother, Cersei Morozova was the renowned witch; the greatest of them all. she has cured the sick, protected the weak, and blessed the cursed. she was by far the only person I looked up to.

“The Piletans aren’t uncivilized brutes— they wouldn't have dared break our negotiated ceasefire if it weren’t for that new general they appointed.” “Who would that be, sir?” “He’s said to be the great-grandson of General Iskender, the man who expanded Piletus’ borders to the Pentacaucasus Mountains and captured the city of Tarenso, which was renamed ‘Iskenderburg,’ evidently, in his honor. Now that city produces more than half of all the gold in the world! I must inform Lieutenant Trento of this sudden enemy maneuver so that he will not mistake the beaches to be held by friendly troops and be caught in an unexpected battle.”

It was a very huge store, with a million dresses, it smelt of fresh roses and pastry. “good day ladies” a tall lady greeted us the moment we walked into the store, she wore a suit and had a pair of spectacles hanging off her nose. “Miss Romero” she added with a smile. “and you must be miss Santiago, Romans fiance”. I smiled at her. It was funny though that her store was named after my fathers name.

I was definitely dreaming, I decide. I gaze down at it, seeing a passage of small font, and a slightly faded picture...Of Casper. He sits on a throne, almost lounging on it. Somehow, he looks younger, more youthful and carefree. A golden crown is placed upon his head, bejeweled with glittering diamonds, rubies and jade. A cloak of red velvet draped across his shoulders. He looks like pure royalty. "That is Jasper two days before he was meant to be named as Alpha. A day before he disappeared," June tells me.

Serena: The morning lesson felt like punishment. The instructor stood at the front of the concubine hall, writing phrases on the digital board while the other women copied them into neat notebooks. The lesson was the language of wolves: phrases, gestures, titles, the small rules that kept a wolf’s world ordered and predictable. In Petrova territory, a single wrong word could cost you more than pride. It could cost you safety.

His men stood behind him, twitchy and armed. Stan and I positioned ourselves behind the Tsar. He crossed his legs. Alessandro grinned. “You’re five minutes late, Santini,” he said and then looked at me. “I never seen this boy, your new dog?” The Tsar shrugged. “Traffic,” he replied. “Yes, he’s my dog and adopted son.” Alessandro’s eyes locked on me. “I hope he bites.” “Oh trust me, Sandro, he bites hard,” the tsar said, smiling.