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The Fated Queen 46: Jayce
Jayce adjusted the collar of his button up, loosening it from his throat. The awkward tension in the room was suffocating. After their arrival to Aiden's community, Aiden and Winston led the group to their community center where a meeting room was set up for them. Except, it didn't feel or appear like the normal meeting rooms Jayce was accustomed to. There were two map layouts on one wall. One larger map of the United States with red pins scattered across, ranging from the lower end of California to the outskirts of New York. Amidst those red pins were fewer black pins. If he had to guess, the black pins signified Dark Witches while the red were the Undead they were rising. A smaller map rested beside it of a blueprint of the community he was currently in, along with what appeared to be a nearby town. He recalled Amira mentioning of a small town where she had originally met Aiden, Darlow. Now to be non-existent in its previous residents minds. On the back wall was an array of weapon
The Fated Queen 47: Dante
The tension in the air was sickeningly thick as he, Aiden and Jayce walked the dirt roads of Aiden's community. A Rogue town with no name. Far off the winding path of society. Dante had walked many roads like this one. In every direction, an endless passage. Such was his immortal fate. Immortality. For the longest time, the word was only just a word to him and held no significance. He watched many civilizations rise and fall. Buildings crumbled on either side of him. The sun and moon constantly shifted in the skies, but time remained effortlessly still yet forever moving forward with him. He had all the time at his disposal only for it to be forever wasted on his greedy tendencies and frivolous style of living. But time finally seemed to slow down when he met Willow. His dear, sweet Willow. So youthful and wise with centuries of Magic and knowledge coursing through her veins. Many women had stood before him. Many women have lain beneath him. There was no woman like Willow, however.
The Fated Queen 48: Myra
These woods were not like the ones behind her home. The trees were thin with barely a leaf holding on. Even with it being late into the autumn season, the trees were barren. The young girl stood at the edges of the tree line on the outskirts of the community. The muffled sounds of the children playing behind her. Her brothers shifted and wrestling with one another. To meet with the Rogue pack should have left them reeling, but it didn't. Perhaps it differed from their perspectives. That maybe the Rogues didn't seem so different from themselves. She could get along with the other children perfectly fine. Joking and playing as if they were just cousins they haven't met because of their distance. Even though that was the case for her, she knew it wasn't so simple for her parents. Especially being the Werewolf King and Queen amidst a pack of Rogue Wolves."What are you looking at?" A small voice reached out to her. Myra looked over her shoulder to find a few children around her age had
The Fated Queen 49: Nol
Blood dripped from his hands. The deafening silence of the crowd that surrounded him was earsplitting. The mangled corpse of the man lay crumbled at his feet, a pool of dark red blood gathered beneath him. Astonished and fearful gazes peered into him, judging him. "You killed him..." A small child whispered. He peered over at the young girl dressed in dirty rags with her mother standing behind her. Freckles dotted the young girl's cheeks and nose, her dirty red hair a tangled mess, yet relief reflected in her eyes.---"How could you?!" A powerful voice thundered around him, forcing him to his knees. "You killed a mortal!" "I killed an abuser! A molester!" He argued in turn. "That is not your call to make." The voice countered back. He tried to peer up at the commanding presence, but was overwhelmed by the sheer force of it. "You are a Guardian. You are only meant to protect the innocent!" "I protected the child!" He retorted. "I did what I believed was right." "You're an Angel.
The Fated Queen 50: Zalakai
This was not what he had expected to happen. Zalakai stood on the other side of the man-made cell in the basement of their community center. Nol was awake, yet unmoving from his position against the wall. The Demon looked utterly miserable and defeated, yet there was a strange glimmer of relief in his eyes. Perhaps it was due to the mark missing from his chest that he felt that sense of relief. No longer bound by the Dark Witch, Karmina. "Oi." Her sweet voice drifted into his ears. "You better get up here." Rayleigh stated. "The King is about to go ape shit on your friend there if you don't intercede." "Should I let him?" He asked her as he walked away from the cell. "He did try to kill his offspring." "It's a good reason, but the Queen is finding the behavior offputting." Rayleigh mentioned as they went upstairs. "Nol had full intentions of killing Myra, yet managed to fight off Karmina's control instead." "I believe I have a half of an answer to that theory." He stroked his ch
The Fated Queen 51: Jayce
"Dammit, Lily." Jayce stormed off after her as she chased after Myra. "What do you want me to say to her, Jayce?" She spun around to face him. "I am angry, but most of all I am relieved that our daughter is safe and mostly unharmed. You should be too." "I am relieved, but I am allowed to be furious." He towered over her, but Lily held his angry gaze. She was one of the rare few that would never back down from his dominating stance. King or otherwise. "She approached the monster. Hell, she even tried defending his actions." "She saw something that we didn't." She stated. "It might have been the same when I confronted Chelsea." Jayce shook his head and ran his fingers through his hair with his jaw clenched. "Don't start." He set his hands on his hips. "She can't be experiencing this Angel bullshit to. She just can't." "I'm sorry to disappoint you, but our daughter is a hybrid." Lily reminded him as she gestured between them. "That is something out of our control." "We had control
The Fated Queen 52: Lily
"Myra!" Lily called out as she walked down the community center halls. If not for her heightened sense of smell, finding Myra would have taken ages. But she knew her daughter's scent now and tracked her down to a small corner of an office room. Her daughter was curled up on a patched up sofa when she stepped into the room. Myra barely gave her a glance before she turned away from him. "Not everyone is the enemy." Myra sniffled as she wiped her nose with her shirt. "I know." Lily crouched down in front of her. "Your father and I were terrified for your safety, Myra." "I get that." Myra grumbled. "But dad goes into murder mode instantly when the slightest things happen." "A Demon nearly killing you is not something slight, Myra." Lily countered. "You know what I meant." Myra sniffled again. Lily frowned. She understood what Myra meant. She moved to sit beside her on the sofa. "Your father has always been like that, even when we first met." "Really?" Myra asked as she glanced up
The Fated Queen 53: Aiden
He held up the small, smooth and circular object up to the dim lamplight that hung over his workstation. The light brass shine shimmered from the polish it received just seconds ago. Aiden rested it on the small table before him, turning it over once. Twice. Three times. Every knick smoothed out. Every stain cleared away and polished over. It wasn't something most may not go for, but he hoped it would satisfy her until he could get her something better. "Aiden?" Her sweet voice caught his ears before she showed herself at the garage door entrance. "There you are." She sighed. "Did you talk to Jayce yet?" "Not exactly." He said as he picked up the object and held it in his hand. "I don't think I'm the best person for that kind of talk, to be honest." Her scent drifted around him like a swept up wind gust as she approached him. "We can't have them fighting right now, either. Hm?" He caught sight of her white hair swaying as she inclined her head. "What's that?" "Just somethin
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