Ghost Queen の小説・ストーリー

The crimson-eyed woman perched on the windowsill didn’t just command the darkness; she seemed to be woven directly from it. The suffocating aura of the Moonborn Queen washed over the corridor, pressing down on the rebel wolves and hunters alike until several of them fell to their knees, gasping for air. Gina stood her ground, though every instinct inside her screamed that she was standing in front of an apex predator. The silver light from her own forehead flared defensively, casting a pale, defiant glow against the creeping black fog.

Every being has a light in them, but something would have stirred the darkness within them, and as long as there is light, there shall be the dark. I am the Queen Of All Vampire's Kings and the Witch of the New World. Even though, I have no idea how to end the war between all these creatures, I have got lessons to learn along the way.

They are so cocky that they have the entire Trio's bloodline in one room. 'Fucking rip all their heads off and be done with it. We can finally take back what's ours. You want me to meet you there.' 'No idiot. I can't take three current Alpha's let alone all their offspring, servants, and guards, but I'm much closer than we thought we would be.' 'Do you see the future Queen? I hear she was blessed by the moon goddess herself and I mean blessed in all the most delicious ways. I would love to taste that kind of beauty before we remove it from existence.'

I looked down in fear and saw blood under my legs. No… please, my baby!

The woman once again gazed intently at her reflection. “You are still beautiful! No matter what.” She consoled herself. The agony of that experience was too difficult to handle. Sofia wanted to cease thinking about her past but it continued haunting her. Even though she already changed her name just to forget who she truly was, but she could not deny the truth that she was Clarissa Gonzales, the infamous beauty queen who was dethroned, maligned, and was defamed by the public due to a scandal that ruined everything about her.

" Again, I found myself thinking about each and every piece of information. Just as I was about to ask how we ended up in this situation and what happened to all these werewolf packs, he spoke first. "Enough for now! You need to get ready. We're running out of time." I nodded as I prepared to do as I was told. Then another question popped into my mind. "The first man with a wolf's name was Andrew. How about the Queen? What was her name?" "I don't know!" He stated. "No one actually knows! She was always referred to as the 'Queen of werewolves.'" "I see!" I replied, though I wasn't quite convinced by his answer.

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.

Their large tarantula like bodies are hairy and their fuzz sticks out in all directions. "Hello, Queen Ursa. It's been such a long time. You look as strong as ever. Why are you affiliated with the werewolves? The fight between us has nothing to do with your kind. Back down now and the unicorns won't be harmed," Rosemary sneers at Queen Ursa. Queen Ursa steps back on her hooves and makes a sound like a white horse mare would. Then she points her horn toward the Ghost.

Like sisters, maybe? “Pshaw,” the queen flicked a wrist and the sirens around her cringed back, “This is nothing. That infernal bird riled everyone up again. We had to do something.” “You mean the Lightning Bird, Astrapi?” said Ilyria. The queen’s eyes widened. “Delightful,” she said, walking toward Ilyria. Ilyria sensed Madame Skia’s panic but stood her ground. Up close the queen was disconcerting. Her flesh hung grey and loose but her eyes were sharp and of a quite beautiful mauve hue, edged in long dark lashes. “I smell it on her,” she said, sniffing Ilyria. She turned to Madame Skia. “Have she and the bird been … intimate yet?”