Orphaned Queen Goddess の小説・ストーリー

--- They returned to the surface under a sky pierced by stars. Elira stood at the edge of the isle, water dripping from her cloak, the Drowned Oath pulsing on her finger. Ruvan looked at her with awe. “You faced a drowned god. And lived.” Mara raised a brow. “Three relics. Four to go. You keep this up, and we’ll have to call you High Goddess instead of Queen.” Elira smiled faintly. “Not yet.” The Crimson Mage’s eyes narrowed toward the horizon. “Something stirs,” she said. “The Hollow God… felt that.”

Not today. I closed my eyes. "Nathan, she possesses the power of the Moon Goddess. She needs to be inside right now!" His eyelids flickered for a second and he glanced at her. "No way!" He shook his head. "She's the moon wolf?!" He pointed at her. "Yes listen, Nathan—" "Are you stupid? I thought you were bringing in strays again, but you brought this dangerous hybrid to our doorstep?!" The veins at his neck bulged, threatening to tear out of his flesh.

the oracle continued, "there existed a powerful kingdom ruled by a benevolent queen. This queen possessed the ability to harness the energy of the shifting stars, bringing balance and harmony to the land." Scarlett's eyes widened, her mind racing with the possibility of her connection to this queen. "You, Scarlett, are this queen," the oracle revealed. "The powers you possess, the strength within you, they are a gift from your bloodline as the daughter of Helle, granddaughter of Creation. Your purpose is to restore the shattered balance, to protect the world from the darkness that seeks to consume it." Scarlett's head spun with the weight of the revelation. She had always felt a deep connect

Upon closing his eyes there was the image that kept plastering in his vision and that image was the image of the gorgeous young woman he saved earlier 'So her name was Iris. It was a name for a lost goddess and it only depicts her appearance. She’s a lost goddess inside the market. Though, I think whatever happens afterward will be forgotten by her. She’ll surely forgot that there was someone who had touched her body because of the side effect of the one she took. I knew that because I had knowledge of those. The only thing that I know first is the meaning of the prohibited medicine and it’s side effect, but never the scent of it. It’s just knew to me that, people have something upon their s

Surely I will wake up and be back in the fields harvesting barley, in the stables brushing down horses and at night serving in taverns where the knight used to drink and fuck. But she looked up once more and caught Perci’s eyes and knew she was foolish to think this a dream. She had fallen into the same fate as the previous queen. A glorified slave. She found that she had no appetite and when the king dropped her hand on the table, rather roughly as though she was possessed of some kind of disease that was communicable, she buried her hands in her lap and twiddled. There was only one reason why the king would want to marry her now. Was it any coincidence that he made his announcement as soon

‘There is peace in moving forward,’ Caterina argues quietly, ‘the death of innocent, utterly ordinary children, is not something that could ever grant that to you. ‘Ordinary?!’ Elsbeth seems to throw herself against the wall. She leaps, angry but hits against the magical barrier as though rebounding from glass. The Queen is unmoved, calm as she watches without flinching. Ava is at my side, still holding my hand. Through our bond I know that her heart is thundering just as rapidly as my own. Ordinary children? Completely ordinary children? I can hear her thoughts, echoed in my own mind. The Queen represents the Goddess. If anyone thought that there was some truth in the Prophecy, it would be

“She has dishonored her bloodline. Betrayed her own. She has conceived a child with our enemy—the one who has spilled our pack’s blood without mercy.” He didn’t look at me as he said it. Not once. “From this day forth,” he continued, voice cold as steel, “she is no longer under this pack’s protection. Her name, her title, and her right to call herself Moonbane… are stripped.” The world stopped. Stripped of everything. My name. My place. My worth. A sob tore at my throat, but I held it in… barely. Aunt Ysara stood to the side, her arms folded, face a blank mask carved from ice. I met her eyes once. She didn’t flinch.

The ancient stranger who brought me here frowned and said, "You have to stop calling yourself that. I do believe that you’re made for power. You cannot continue being called a name that was associated with the weak you. You're more than that. You're a queen, the one who fought for us." Okay, okay. At this point I was so confused. What queen? And I fought for them? I really needed explanation. The creature, the Goldren as the others call him, looked up, eyes gleaming with reverence. "My Queen, no matter which form you take, we will always recognise you. You are Erin, our creator, our goddess. We exist because of you." My breath caught. Creator? Goddess? ______ _The Red Moon Pack._ The dark sk

"It’s a shitty deal, Nomo. The shittiest deal in history. But she’s the only one who can sign it." Nomo looked back over his shoulder. He could still see the faint, sapphire glow reflecting off the walls of the upper levels—a trail of light marking the path of the Goddess as she ascended toward her final confrontation. He felt a psychic scar in his mind, a jagged, empty space where her voice used to be. He realized then that the Queen’s plan hadn't been to kill Sofia, or even to kill him. It had been to ensure that when Sofia finally sat on the throne, she would be as solitary and untouchable as Seraphina herself.

The war came faster than blood dries. By the third dawn after the blood moon feast, the eastern horizon bristled with torches. Queen Isolde Valcour—mother to the dead princess, widow of a hundred battles—had not waited for confirmation. She had felt the bond sever, felt her daughter’s soul ripped from flesh, and she had answered with steel and starvation.