Queen Avatar の小説・ストーリー

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.

"So, what's going to happen next for you?" "Well," she tapped her cheek with her index finger. "I'm going to go back with Mitchalus. He's going to introduce me as his mate. We have the swearing-in ceremony where we receive our crowns and tokens: Mitchalus gets the trident and I the necklace of the Kingdom." Necklace of the Kingdom, that one was new to me. "What's that?" Aqualia touched her neck. "Every Kingdom has one. Each Queen is given that token. Its power is almost equivalent to the trident but the features are different. Whatever the Queen desires it to be."

A way to spend time whenever she had nothing better to do. The people in the Vault knew her as Red: the fighter who was reigned the champion. Fighters also knew of her identity as the assassin, both her aliases for the fighting ring and as an assassin were, after all, the same. When Bella heard of a new champion being crown while she was away, she couldn't help but see who it was, also feeling the need to know why they named someone the new best without having to fight the former. The brunette walked towards one of the people who managed the fights, pulling her hood down before catching his attention.

The fog itself seemed to shiver, pulling tighter, until the figures were so near Mia could see the glint of eyes—silver, countless, unblinking. The pendant pulsed again. Slow, rhythmic. A heartbeat that wasn’t hers. “They’re here,” Mia whispered. Her voice broke like glass. “The ones who rewrote it.” The eyes blinked all at once. Then a ripple of sound, like parchment tearing, cracked the air. The mist split open, revealing not the clearing, but a throne towering in the distance, veiled in shadows. On it sat a figure crowned in violet flame. The Queen. *“For me,”* her voice thundered—not loud, but absolute.

" Then she realized it was a foolish thought because her dad could easily call them and they would definitely answer. She had to convince her dad on her feelings. She understood she was the heir and hence needed to find a mate quickly. Any pack would be pleased to join packs with the Blue moon pack due to their strong abilities. If a connection could be faked , many packs would have probably done it. This was a main reason she had to be careful even in selecting their allies. She decided to include her best female friend Ariana. Her best friend is the daughter of the Purple Earth pack. They were known as the second most powerful pack. Her friend is very strong. She is known to be able to tak

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

He removed my hood and placed the tiara from its box on my head. “I hereby declare Ava Withers to be the Queen Luna of Black Shadow Pack, governess of all packs within the Black Shadow Pack boundary, mate of King Leo Warrick, and protector of all.” It was a mouthful, but I wasn’t arguing. I stood, and the procession made its way onto the stage, one person at a time. They each kneeled and kissed my foot, then offered me blessings.

This time the world was still. A silver shore kissed by moonlight. And Kael whole, glowing, alive walked toward her dressed in ceremonial robes. His curse was gone. His smile brighter than she’d ever seen it. She turned and saw herself. But she wasn’t wearing Kael’s mark. She wore a crown an Oceanic Crown made of obsidian coral and moonstone shards. Behind her, the waters bowed, spirit beasts floating in reverence. Her heart clenched. She was Queen. She was powerful. But alone.

The pain was a part of me now, as familiar as breathing. “Are you alright?” he asked, his voice filled with concern as he knelt beside me. I nodded weakly, though I wasn’t alright. My entire body felt like it was on fire, and the fever had taken hold of me again, making everything blur at the edges. “I… I don’t understand,” I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. “Why are you doing this? Why are you calling me queen?” Tariq’s blue eyes met mine. “Because you are a queen, Leah. You don’t remember yet, but you’re meant for something greater than this. Kayden and Selena, they have tried to break you, but you’re stronger than they know.”

I growled. “Just a princess?” dad narrowed his eyes. “Are you so naïve?” he demanded. When I did not reply, he stood up angrily, and added, “Let me narrate your titles to you – you Jayden Esperanza Whitaker La Gualias, are the first born princess of La Gualias clan and Whitaker clan. You are next in line for Africa and America in case Jared abdicates or is rendered incapable of ruling because of whatever reasons. You are mated to the sole male heir of Indian subcontinent, making you Alpha Queen of Shakti Clan. You are the brains behind enhanced security of entire Africa zone… do I even continue?”