Romans & histoires Shadow Queen

The same strength sucking world she’d insisted on walking one last time before the boys got back. I looked down at her, eyes closed, teeth clenched, struggling to hang on. I balanced her silver ring, a gift from our Mother, on my knee and pulled my grey sleeve over my finger tips, dabbing at the beading sweat on her forehead. Something was happening in the Blacklands and for the first time in memory, Shades were crossing the Southern boundry in droves, bringing with them their violet sky and starless nights. They didn’t eat, they didn’t sleep, they didn’t stop. They just kept coming, pushing us back and taking our land, leaving a sea of dead bodies in their wake.

I smiled in response. " You...Shy...huh? " She asked in her broken English. I simply nodded. I hear a knock on my door. Radiant Moon steps away from me momentarily to open the door. In comes her brother Black Bear, wearing a smile on his face. "People are everywhere waiting for the Queen," he says in his deep husky voice. The younger man smiles. "'Dey have come to see 'dere new queen more like how new Queen look."

The wind was blowing; black clouds billowing about behind me. You can’t move fast if your flesh has been melded to the guy next to you. Muahahaha! I clapped my hands together happily; resisting the urge to do a little jig on the spot. This was all going my way. I shouldn’t have doubted myself. I am Carlotta Danneskiold. The Queen of Aureum Sanguinem. *** Clouds obscured my vision. I didn’t know how to get rid of them without removing the source of my lightning bolts.

His blood joined Logan's in the bowl, red and vital. Finally, it was my turn. I pressed the knife to my own wrist, but before I could cut, a scream tore through the air. I looked up to see our defensive line breaking. The rogues were pushing through, overwhelming our fighters with sheer numbers. And behind them, walking calmly through the chaos, was a figure I'd never seen before but instantly recognized. The Queen of Shadows. She was beautiful in a terrible way, her skin pale as death, her hair black as night. Her eyes were pits of darkness, empty and hungry. She wore a crown of twisted metal that seemed to absorb light rather than reflect it.

She says with a small giggle. "You will stop second guessing your abilities to lead and you will rule right beside your mate. That is an order." She jokes with a hint of seriousness. I nod and smile up at her. She holds her hand out and a golden staff apears. I immediately bow down and she dubs me Queen of werewolves by tapping the staff on both of my shoulders. "I now dub thee Mackenzie Roseline Lathen as Queen of werewolves and Luna of the royal pack. Do you accept?" She asks and I look up at her.

I am utterly in awe of the beautiful creature in front of me. “Our mate.” Rohan mutters dreamily. “Our queen.” I agree.

I refuse to choose another queen. ******************************************

But they'd forgotten what it felt like to stretch in a smile. Her name was Jerika Krester - the powerful Alpha Queen that was a terror to many.

The Nexum - the ritual union of fated mates under the blood moon. The nocturnal cast an inflamed glow through the cave, enough for me to see the woman in front of me. Her wavy blonde hair was like a curtain, sheathing the night, while her entire form exuded elegance. Against the backdrop of shadows and light, Val's presence shook my existence, and I could feel her passionate desire for me as she lightly touched my skin with her hand. Her eyes shone like a pair of aquarius gemstones, weakening my resistance to her dominance. Her gaze of desire was determined to possess me, and I, too, longed to be possessed, as long as it was by her. I could no longer deny this bond between us; it was too str

Her footsteps were slow, deliberate, every breath measured. The snow underfoot crunched like brittle bone. They reached the main square, where the village bell tower stood crooked, dusted in frost. A bloodstain marred its base. Elira’s eyes swept the houses—windows shuttered, doors ajar. Then movement. A shadow slipped behind one of the cottages. Elira raised her hand. The others froze. She moved forward alone. “Who’s there?” she called. “This is Queen Elira of the Lycan Dominion. You are under royal protection. Come forward.”