Shadow Queen の小説・ストーリー

"Now someone need to clean up the mess you created. Surely my niece is on the verge of getting the Alpha Hybrid back. The Crescent Moon rising is in a week time. And I need the Crescent Pack to be preoccupied for the time being" "Shadow Queen please spare me. I'll rectify everything" The slender figure pleaded. "And what will you do?" The Shadow Queen shot back coldly. "Nothing dear. You will do nothing" Her eyes glowed a bright shade of darkness. "You and those dumb witches have done enough. I couldn't get the tomb's location from the Dermini Clan all because of your miscalculations and mistakes" She returned her eyes back to d

And decided there was no better way to serve her Queen and her friend, than to take her place. The Shadow cloaked round the houses and streets until she was stood atop a roof looking down at the crowded town and couldn't believe her eyes. There, standing atop a wooden platform was the Pheonix, Sephora Beltane, Queen of Igritann. Her eyes were glowing white orbs, her auburn hair blazed red, and from her back...

The face of the slave warrior forms, every detail identical, only her eyes remain her dark pits of Shadow. The black death reemerged with me, whispers words to cheer me on. But I need no such compulsion. I have enough wrath inside me to destroy much more than just one soul. My hand reaches for her neck, as images of her hands on Shades flash through my mind, the push, her smile as she hovered over the balcony admiring her handiwork. One can not touch shadow, but as my hand lifts, it deforms into the hand of a Black Death, a shadow grip around its neck and its eyes widen in wonder.

“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?”

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—

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she said as she stormed out of the room. "Queen," Ace Denzell bowed, fisting his hands against his chest. The Queen was an old woman with dark skin that contrasted sharply with the pale vampires of their bloodline. Her eyes were large, dark brown and her lips slightly red as they curled upward in an amused smile. She looked like she was born in the shadows. In her room, she had summoned the entire Dark Shadow Coven council, consisting of an Ace, two assassins knights, and a Witch Rosaline.

I uncork it. The light leaps, not silver, not gold. Crimson. It spills like smoke into the air, forming the image of my mother. But she’s not alone, behind her stands a man in a black crown with eyes made of shadow. Cloak made of storm. And in her voice, faint, breaking, she whispers: “If they ever find her... tell her to run. Not from the Queen. Not from the wolves. But from him.” The shadow-king looks at me like he sees me and smiles.

But Derek's silence is answer enough. I glance at the hybrid girl again, and thought. The sly bitch! She manage to take the glory of the victory tonight, as well as win Derek to her side. I'll show you, Alessia. Oh, I will..! I'll make you regret everything, Your life, your very existence, including the night we met...! I need to contact Sharona before it's too late. ********** A woman in cloak on the throne made from the bones of a Dragon. Queen Sharona.

Stepping out from the glass itself was the Dark Queen. She was flawless in the most horrible way—this physical manifestation of necromancy. Deathly pale skin, marked with violent black veins pulsing with stolen magic. A crown of jagged black ice sat on her head, and her eyes weren’t eyes, not really, just empty voids that didn’t care. I didn't just push her off me. I channeled the golden energy of Kaelen's anchor, fusing it with my silver fire, and drove my fist directly into her chest.