Romans & histoires Ghost Queen

Her voice was thin and cracked. She looked at the building. Bensons body was slumped against a brick wall. His metal wrench was lying a feet away. It was shining uselessly under the light. He was still. The fear that he was dead hit June hard. It was a sharp pain in her chest. She wanted to give up and cry. The Red Queen said "he is not dead yet. He is a ghost in my new world". The Queen said "he is a mistake in the system I will keep him alive only if you do what I say".

“Now, Mira, be a good pet. Crawl to me and put your mouth to use. Show them what you do best.” His words left me hollow and heavy. My limbs turned to stone as the world tilted and faded into a grey, muffled blur. Shock finally shattered what little strength I had left, leaving me trembling and nearly blind. “I said crawl,” Draven’s voice boomed, echoing off the stone walls like a death sentence. I closed my eyes, growing weaker and weaker. A single tear rolled down my cheek. The infamous Dragon Queen. The future Lycan and Werewolf Queen. The woman gifted with magic powers.

It wasn’t a concubus. Specifically, it was the Phantom. The supernatural who was hunting hunters and trackers all over the state. Reports said there were lingering scents of concubus, succubus, werewolf, and high fae, in the areas of attack. They’d made sure it hadn’t been publicized, but all of the agents of the state government knew they were on someone’s hit list and that person had been steadily scratching off names for the last three years.

Their hungry stares latched onto him, greenish veins pulsing at the promise of fresh blood. Ignoring the dizziness, Gazier stumbled to his feet and sprinted in the opposite direction. Overhead, the three soldiers bounded across rooftops, hoping to corner him again—they still needed whatever intel he’d withheld, and they wouldn’t let him be devoured by the infected first. Suddenly, Gazier’s foot squelched onto a tiny worm, crushing it in a single step. Like a macabre signal, the distant shrieks of rotvyrms erupted. A monstrous shape reared up behind the nearby buildings—a worm-like queen of colossal proportions, her bark-like hide lined with dozens of sickly green eyes. Jagged teeth formed a

Crimson seeped into my flesh like ink spread across paper as I stood in the middle of it all, my bare feet sinking into the slippery ground. In front of me, corpses extended in all directions; wolves, Lycans, and soldiers of all types, their bodies contorted in pain, their dead eyes gazing into space. I turned with cautious, hesitant steps, my pulse thumping in my chest, and a shiver ran down my spine. A whisper—a voice that seemed both familiar and alien—was carried by the howling wind. *Rhea.* I turned abruptly, and she was standing there. Originally, Jacqueline was the Luna Queen.

“Come, daughter. Let’s do what needs to be done to get the old man off the horse and doing what he came here to do. I don’t know about you, but I can’t leave this place fast enough.” Melody hugged her chest as she allowed her father to lead her into the mess house. “I admit, I’ll be glad to see the last of this place.” When they were inside the main room and the door was shut behind them, she turned to her father and asked, “Do you think these ghosts, or whatever they are, are affecting the sheep?” Adam cocked his head in thought. “In what way, daughter?” “Their meat. Do you think they are altering the meat in some way? I’m just trying to understand what it is that’s made Ian change so.”

The world was thriving without the humans that had once destroyed it. Adam hesitated as they passed through the physical evidence of a devastating past. He had never experienced the cities while they were full of life, he would have only experienced what the wolves had claimed for themselves. They didn’t linger for long as she pushed for them to move onward. Her connection to Grace had grown stronger the further they moved from the north and it had soon become clear to Adelaide where they would be going. Sgaoileadh. The Blood Rock. As the wolves had the Moon Valley as their sacred ground, the vampires had the Blood Rock. It was where they sacrificed innocents in the name of the Moon Goddess.

One of the ghostly voices speaks out. "I am not Elizabeth. I am Iona! I am the queen of vampires! Go away and leave my daughter and me alone! You cannot come into this room. I believe this is the only safe room in this castle! Please stay away from us! We have done nothing to you!" I scream in a panic. Daniela holds onto me as they start banging against the door. Can't they come into this room?

“She’s never even met me! And I’ll have you know I don’t hide my inadequacy; I embrace it.” That managed to make Ghost’s lips twitch, which was the closest any of us have seen to a smile in years. Well, other than Damon. “You’ll get to tell her exactly how you feel considering she’ll be at the wedding with her vulture of a mother.” There wasn’t a werewolf soul in this country who hadn’t heard the name Queen Luna Minerva Montgomery. The only reason that vicious woman tolerated the humans in her domain was because it meant more souls to worship her. More souls to feed money into her greedy clutches.