Queen Essence の小説・ストーリー

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.

Stefano emphasized that to make him understand that he can't like someone who already belongs to someone else. "R-queen? W-what is that?" Erenea asked in surprise. He did not know what the queen meant. Is that a name or something? Stefano realized something. It is too innocent and ignorant. Based on its movements, it seems that it has just set foot in the area. Erenea is the exact look of an ignorant. Stefano doesn't know where Elijah picked it up and brought it here. "Queen, means a powerful immortal, holding the whole land or nation. She is the same as Elijah. Elijah is the king, it is the same as the queen but he is more powerful." Stefano explained but he wasn't sure if Erenea understood

“Well, you’re the ones directly connected to the gods. Shouldn’t you have gifts as well?” The priest chuckled, looking down at his hands. “We’re merely the messengers of the gods, Your Highness. We are the ones educated with the rituals; the monarchs are the extension of the gods themselves.” “So… if the ones meant to sit on the throne have gifts, what is aunt’s?” Katie asked. The priest stroked his chin. “This is only a suspicion, but Queen Victoria may have quite the talent for spells. Queen Isabelle was the fiercest warrior queen Aelysia had known. Well, she was the first Queen to rule, anyway but her combat abilities were excellent.”

Lucianne answered humbly with a polite smile. Christian then added, “Oscar, if you want to know about our Queen, you can’t ask her personally. Her humility doesn’t permit her to give you the full information. She’s the Gamma of Blue Crescent, one of the strongest packs in existence. And she is the fiercest of her kind, like a Gamma of the Gammas. In combat this morning, she beat the best Lycan warrior and our General in the same match all on her own. Less than ten minutes later, she beat our King here within eight minutes.”

Julius steps in, eager to show me to the door. I stare at Alpha Dante, hot shame and embarrassment causing tears to prick my eyes. He meets my eyes, the rest of his handsome face is cold as ice but those eyes…they stare at me like he wants to close the distance and sink his teeth into my neck. Why won't he just do it? Is it something about me? Am I that unattractive to him? That has to be it. Fuck. I was so stupid. He has the Queen. And she’s a bombshell. Why did I think my seduction tactic would work?

, I asked him, "Because every king must have a queen", he replied simply, "But...", I began still confused as hell, "Do not question my authority", he growled at me, "You shall be my Luna Queen and that is final", he demanded before stomping away... Is this how our conversations are going to be? He should let it drive deep down home that even though I have no boastful rank, I am not the submissive kind. A minute later, an woman who looked to be in her late fifties entered and walked straight towards me, she bowed her head, "Luna Queen", the title gave me slight shivers and entirely dismissed the idea of anyone referring to me as that.

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.

He wondered about the relationship between her and the Jacobsens. More importantly, he was struck by her name. Only idiots would not know Petrovas in P city. If she was a Petrova, then she was royalty. How could the measly Aprice family contain a royalty, even if they were former royalty? He thought back on what Lester Aprice said of her and her mother. An escort who had drugged him and slept with him for money? What was all that nonsense? If his wife’s mother were a Petrova, it would be Lester Aprice that seduced and tricked her, not the other way around.

she announced, and all attention averted at Emma. She immediately stood up from her seat as we clapped our hands at her. She walked in front, climbing up the stage as Haley Carson put her sash on along with the crown, giving her the queen wand. She was smiling from ear-to-ear as claps resounded in the entire gym. Standing on the side once the photographer was done taking her photos, she moved to the side as Lindsey announced the homecoming king. “And now for the homecoming king,” she read the envelope again before continuing, “Caleb Heory.”

“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’