Orphaned Queen Goddess Romane & Geschichten

The oracle is near immortal being a direct descendant of the goddess, half fae and a witch to boot so is hundreds of years old. “It is not safe yet. It hasn’t been so since the Witchqueen was taken. She is alive, Hecate assured me. So this girl…she is hidden from me, a blur in my field of vision. You are sure that she is the heir to the Witchqueen and King of Alphas?” the soft voice of the oracle sighs, “Yeah I am almost sure that I am correct, I just need it to be confirmed, but if I am, the Alpha line will be restored” I reply.

“She speaks with the Moon Goddess. Her word binds those who follow the Temple.” I stared at Saerin. “You said I’m a vessel. What does that mean?” The Oracle floated forward, her eyes glowing white. “In the time before time, when the first packs rose and the veil between realms was thin, the Moon Goddess lit a sacred flame in the heart of a mortal girl,” she began. “She was the first Alpha Queen. Born of man and spirit. Blessed with power to unite the scattered bloodlines and guard the balance.” Maeve stepped forward slowly, her face pale. “I’ve read the old stories. They said the flame was lost when the last Queen died.”

"Can you imagine! The surprise in the narrative was so incredible, and the way in which you removed the plot armor from the woman who believed she was the female protagonist was just so good!! It's not that Esme didn't appreciate the book; it's just that once Emma started talking about it, she couldn't stop, and all Esme could do was listen to someone else go on and on about it. When do you plan on releasing the new season two content for the other book? You know, the one called Reborn Queen?" "Reborn Queen?." Esme inquired with astonishment. If Emma is thinking that she has authored a book with the title "Reborn Queen," she must be mistaken. "Are you trying to tell me that you have complete

"She's been here six weeks and she's already the person my soldiers ask about first when they wake up shot. You know what that is, right? That's not a liability, big brother. That's a queen." I didn't answer. But something eased in my chest, one degree, and I sat the long watch out with my back to the wall and my gun across my knees and my brother breathing steady on the other side of a door my woman had locked with her own hand, and somewhere south of Atlanta, driving hard toward a sunrise he thought was going to save him, Isaiah Crowe did not yet know that he'd been given exactly one night, and that the King who'd let him have it was already sitting in the dark counting down the hours unti

No one dared to act rashly. It had been a long time since the Novem Skies had produced a new god of war. That was why things had ended up like this. Just as the situation fell into a stalemate, my wife and sister-in-law arrived. My wife was Nerissa Loden, and she was the goddess of water. My sister-in-law, Aurelia Ignis, was the goddess of fire. The moment I saw them, I subconsciously tightened my clenched fists, while Noctis' gaze turned icy.

Was all Leo said taking my hand and pulling me down the corridor a little more, but we didn’t walk far, his hand pointing to one portrait in particular. “This Queen here, she was called Evermore, she was human and was abused by her stepfather, she ended up ruling beside her mate for generations and is hailed one of the best Queens of our kind.” Leo first explained pointing towards a pair of mates who beamed happily at us, the woman absolutely, beautiful, I wouldn’t have known her past at all.

But then, watching the same people over and over again gets boring overtime. Diving into the book, I reopen to one of my favorite parts of the lycan battles. It is the chapter where the lycan king was brought to his knees by the queen, and makes she him beg her for his life. He wasn’t expecting her, or that she would even do something like that. It is what makes me like it more. I feel like I relate to the queen well. She has always been undermined and underrated, then she wound her full potential and—

I remain silent. Listening. “Idra listens to me,” she continues. “I am the most powerful queen in this palace.” Her eyes lock onto mine. “I do not want to see you near him.” The words are not a request. They are a warning. Clear. Direct. I hold her gaze. “I am not interested in Idra,” I say calmly. “You do not have to worry.” Her expression does not change. So I continue. “I was married to him for political reasons only. If you keep him away from me, I would be very grateful.”