Ghost Queen 소설 & 이야기

“Why do you say that?” Linhua thinks back to the Queen’s reaction when she saw the blonde’s face, and shakes her head. As if her trouble thoughts are making her thirty, she lifts the cup and drowns the rest of the drink inside. “The Queen is obsessed with her,” she says a little too loudly. The door opens just as the words leaves her mouth, and Linhua flies to her feet, while choking on her spit. She stares wide-eyed at the Queen who just emerged from the inner chamber.

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“Who are you?” The voice laughed, sick and slithering. > I am the First General. The Hollow God’s breath. I speak through his marked. Lucien’s grip tightened on his sword. “What is your purpose here?” > To watch. To whisper. To turn your wolves against you. And now, to leave a gift… Before they could stop it, Siven screamed—and his chest burst open in a bloom of black shadow. Something crawled out—a small, spider-like creature of bone and darkness, which darted toward the nearest guard.

His gaze lifts. And locks onto mine. The room fades. Just for a moment. Then A voice rises above the noise. Smooth. Unfamiliar. And far too interested. “So,” the man says, stepping forward, his eyes fixed on me. “This is the new queen.” My breath catches. Because there is something in his gaze Something dark Something dangerous.

Penelope’s breath caught as she took in the craftsmanship, her fingers itching to trace the delicate designs. “These will be your quarters,” Thanion said, reaching for the handles. But as he pushed the doors open, a sound cut through the air, freezing them both in place. Loud, unabashed moaning. Penelope’s face burned as her eyes darted to the source of the noise. There, sprawled naked across the bed, was a spectral woman. Her glowing form was striking, her hair a cascade of silver fire spilling over her shoulders. She lay wide-legged, her movements slow and deliberate as she pleasured herself.

I knocked on the large oak door to the King and Queen’s apartment, after speedily getting dressed as not keep them waiting for me, Flora the housekeeper opened the door with a genuine smile when she saw it was me standing there. “Morning Flora” I said beaming at the short little plump housekeeper, who I would imagine is in her 50’s but due to Lycans aging slower can never tell her true age. Everyone loved Flora as she is the most kind and sweetest person to meet, she was like a 2nd mother to me after mine passed away giving birth to me. “Good morning, sweet child, have you eaten breakfast?” She says with a kind, but stern look on her face as I walk into the living room of the apartment to wa

He shakes his head, “He has every other sanguidae to take care of, I didn’t want to bother him unless I absolutely had to.” Henet’s eyes are burning blood-red, alive with hunger, but her skin looks sickly. Instead of her usual latte-coloured skin, it looks almost grey and there are deep circles under her large doe-eyes. Her dark brown hair that just passes her shoulders is wild and unkempt, and her small, lanky 4’9 frame looks fragile, though even I know as small and fragile as she looks, she could snap us all in half in seconds. “Isn’t there something you can do?” Aqen begs me.

she said as she stormed out of the room. "Queen," Ace Denzell bowed, fisting his hands against his chest. The Queen was an old woman with dark skin that contrasted sharply with the pale vampires of their bloodline. Her eyes were large, dark brown and her lips slightly red as they curled upward in an amused smile. She looked like she was born in the shadows. In her room, she had summoned the entire Dark Shadow Coven council, consisting of an Ace, two assassins knights, and a Witch Rosaline.

He was old and trickish, and he had his way to obtaining reasons for a visit from the lips of those who visit the graves of their loved ones in the cemetery. “The goddess forbids the guardian from taking the noble for a wretched blotted pig. I am Qwen, one of the most nobles of Rainbow Crest Pack, lead me now to the grave of my beloved friend, Melo Amber.” I said, my voice exuding the purest command of a noble blood. “My apologies, my lady, but why have you come to disturb your friend who had slept in the bosom of the goddess?” the guarding said with his head bowed before me.

I whispered, the name tasting like cold iron. From the black-emerald light of the Ziggurat, a new figure stepped out—not a goddess, and not a bureaucrat, but a woman with fur like a black hole and eyes of absolute, carnal emerald, her claws dripping with the blood of the First Alpha she had just executed for the second time. "Welcome to the End of the Myth, Darlene," the Wolf-Queen growled, her voice a perfect mirror of my own prehistoric hunger. "It’s time to find out if the 'Queen' can survive the Woman who first taught the Alpha how to Bleed."