Queen Amazon の小説・ストーリー

She asked tersely. Alethea hesitated. "It's a girl." She swallowed hard, hoping that the gender was any consolation to the queen. “Her name is Theresa.” She feebly added. The queen chuckled wickedly. "Oh, even a Nymph's womb couldn't hold the heir to the throne of Royal Isle after all, could it? It however keeps me wondering what my darling husband is going to do now about his dire need for an heir? Lay with another creature" She sashayed around the lounge, idly caressing this and that along the side of the wall as she spoke. "I wonder! What will it be this time? An Empousa? A Siren? A Sphinx? A vampire? Or perhaps, he might be desperate enough to lay with an Elf; I would not put it beneath

Kara smiled and she enjoyed the chase and she seemed very energetic and strong suddenly. Beta May chased and caught up with me and said, "My Queen, I apologize for my behaviour and I am so happy for you both." He was running and saying all this. I was very shocked at how he could mind linking me. Kara stopped and asked him away, "What you are talking about, and how can you link me." Beta May stopped and suddenly bowed to her and said, "My Queen, your changes and the color of your hair changes to match Alpha King." Kara confusedly asked Beta May, "What changes?" Beta May replied while he was still bowing, "If I am not mistaken My Queen, you have accepted our Alpha King."

“That does make me feel better. You’re right I hadn’t thought through that you were mated now. So he really has no effect on you now which is the best news so far today.” “I doubt that.” I wink at her and she once again, blushes. “With minimal detail, how are you feeling about last night?” She chuckles. “It was amazing, Oly. I mean, I’ve been dreaming about Quai for years. His eyes, his hair, his sweet voice and demeanor. I have spent years thinking I’d have to let that go, and should let that go. I couldn’t figure out why I was stuck on this boy I met when I was young that I could never possibly have. And then here he is. Calling me his mate, telling me I’m beautiful, looking at me like he’

I sighed and shook my head as the reality of his words sunk in. “Exactly. Not only that, you are to be Queen of the dragons which gives you claim to all that the dragons have. Which is a substantial amount. The Island is hidden and just for dragons, but our mainland claim is in Europe and it is extensive. You have effectively become the most powerful leader the supernatural world has seen in a very long time. The black wolf wasn’t wrong in saying you are important. You indeed are, A Queen, an Alpha and a Luna.” Cadmus said as he watched all of us from behind the desk, pacing the floor slowly as he talked. “So…the council already sees her and by extension us as a threat doesn’t it?” Laris ask

“Before I tell you, you must know that whatever the outcome, one thing is for certain. I will go down in flames or die trying to save us. We need to take every risk necessary to reach our endgame.” “And what exactly is our end game here, Leo?” Since the moment I first saw her, I have concealed a dark secret behind the facade of trying to be her hero. The heart of the now-defiant Queen may belong to someone else... But the truth is, Zeynep Volkov belongs to me and I will reduce cities to soot and ash to claim what is rightfully mine. No matter what it takes. I'll make her mine. If I have to wait... Kill for her...

" Dear Beta Eden, I trust you are well. you may not remember our meeting so I will formally introduce myself again. I am Queen Audrey of the witches. I am the mate of your Alpha Benjamin. It may be hard to believe but certain events if you look back will prove that there is some truth to my words. I know my mate's disappearance has brought about a lot of confusion among your pack and might cause some rebellion among your members and if word of his disappearance was heard outside the pack it would bring war for a possible takeover. But do not fear, as your wife Mary would have already told you, I have cast a protection spell. you are all free to leave the boundary and walk back in as you wish

“I haven’t seen anything or anyone kids, now you 7 need to leave because you aren’t allowed back here." “-The Masked Queen is a brand built by the Slim-Jim agency and from my sources, the image alone costs twenty million dollars, and with L.K being the representative it’s ten million dollars on the twenty million. That’s a lot of money to lose people!” Her loud exclamation can be heard through the speakers so I cover it in panic. “Hearing that you were able to get rights over your brand makes me curious how you did it, Slim-Jim isn’t an agency that would like to lose that much money without putting up a damn hard fight. The world is curious L.K, how the hell did you do it?”

Against all odds. But holding is not the same as winning. And eventually, they could not hold anymore. I turned the page. And found a portrait. Just a sketch, really. Pen and ink. Faded with age. A woman. She was not young in the portrait, but she was not old either. She was somewhere in between, in that particular place where a person stops looking like what they were and starts looking like what they are. Her hair was loose. Her expression was not afraid. Mira. Last Queen of the Witch Covens. Keeper of the High Flame. Killed in the forty-third year of the Crimson War by Aldric the Elder, great-great-grandfather of the current Alpha King.

I ask. "Yeah," he responds, "she was a brunette beforehand, precisely brown." "What does it mean?" "Well," he says, moving his hand from my hair to my neck, tracing vertical lines and my stomach flops. "The first queen, Queen Imelda, was the most powerful being in our world and no one matched her power until my mother was crowned Queen and her hair changed as we but no one actually knows the true significance." His fingers running along my neck makes it hard to concentrate, so I move away and turn to face him, acting like his touch doesn't affect me.

Finally, I couldn’t hold back the question that had been nagging at me since last night. “Tariq,” I began hesitantly, “last night, you said something about me being... a queen. What did you mean by that?” Tariq’s expression shifted, growing more serious. He cleared his throat, glancing at his mother before turning back to me. “Leah, there is something that you need to know. You are the last descendant of a powerful bloodline. A royal bloodline, in fact.” I stared at him, my heart skipping a beat. “What? No, that can’t be right. I’m... I’m an omega. My mother was an omega, and my father.....”