Bloody Queen Idv の小説・ストーリー

She stamped her feet on the floor. "I questioned stories!” I yelled. "The woman sleeping beneath your roof carries two wolves." "I know." "One belongs to this lifetime, but the other doesn't" Her icy voice echoed in my ears. I remained perfectly still as goosebumps crept across my arms despite the cold. "The prophecy never named her," I said quietly. "It didn't need to." She answered. "How can you be so certain?" I refused to let it go. "Because there has only ever been one surviving bloodline capable of awakening a second wolf." She lowered her hand.

“The prophecy.” Silence followed that word immediately. Even through the wall I could feel the tension shift. Then another witch snapped softly, “Not this again.” “No,” the first replied calmly. “Listen to me carefully before dismissing it.” Something moved strangely beneath my skin the second she said that. I swallowed hard and kept listening. “Before the eclipse,” the witch whispered carefully, “the Queen of the Night will reveal herself. A creature born of fang, blood, and magic. One body carrying all three.”

The tension in the room spiked, both of them got engaged in a staredown, either of them was ready to back down. Well, it should really be an interesting ride here. If not anyone, these two would be really entertaining. Just as I was about to interrupt them, a warrior ran into the room, panting hard. “Your majesty, the Queen!” He yelled. “What happened to her? Where is she?” Thorne bombarded him with questions, his eyes grew red. “She’s outside. It seems she’s infected with that virus.” That was all the guy could say before Thorne ran out of the room with Dominic right behind him.

Soon, so very soon, the entire world will understand to tremble at the mere utterance of my new identity. I am the one true inheritor of the Isdari path, unrestricted arbiter of the most corrosive, entropic dark forces this pitiful plane has ever witnessed. And as such...at long last, on this most auspicious of nights, the Lich Queen's bloody ascendance can finally begin.

With an extra pep in my step, I begin my trek to a little boutique not too far from here. You see, today is Isolde’s 351st birthday. She thinks I don’t know, but I was able to get it out of Alaric. I haven’t brought it up and neither has she. For all I know she’s probably forgotten. I know she said she doesn’t celebrate it, but since her family were killed she’s had no one to celebrate it with or anyone to do anything for her on her birthday. That’s all about to change. Today I want her to feel like a queen. I want her to feel so deliriously happy today that she forgets all her problems. I just want her to have one good birthday for a change and after all her grieving lately, she needs some

Pannera's face returned to marble perfection while Batsheva tapped her long nails on the arm of her chair with irritating tick-tick-tick sounds. "I killed her, of course," Batsheva said. "Drained her blood and her power." A few of the vampires on her side shifted, a thin wave of unease reaching me. Not all support their new Queen it seems, my vampire sent. Batsheva ignored their reactions, spreading her arms wide as she swept to her feet, golden gown in frothing layers a perfect match for the rich shade of her hair, though the fact she was falling out of the front made me a little nauseous. "I now reign as Queen of the Moromonds."

It started with war pleaded with tears and ends with blood Once upon a time there lived an Alpha King named Alejandro king, he was ruthless and stern, he ruled the werewolf kingdom with an iron fist. The werewolf king had a mate, our queen, Ivory King. Our queen was unable to produce us an heir. After year and years of trying Queen Ivory begged her younger sister Alovia who was a Davister witch for the fruit of the womb but Alovia refused.

"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."

The next moment, Juvia spoke softly, “Dad!” In an instant, the few people were dumbfounded. Ancestor Bodhi was the Undead Queen’s father, so her blood could trigger the runes here. However, it was too far-fetched. “Capture her!” “Capture the Undead Queen! Do not let them rendezvous!” Whoosh! Jade took the lead and rushed over, trying to capture Juvia. However, the next second, that female marshal suddenly rushed over and instantly kicked Jade in the chest.