All Chapters of The Queen of Werewolves: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Laura's point of view: "I want everything to be more than just fine!" I instructed Peter while watching the decoration of the palace hall. "Clear!" "Make sure that no vampire lays a foot in here!" I warned him since I knew that they were still after Avyanna. How could I not after what happened sixteen years ago? Tristan Knight is my number one enemy. After that, Peter successfully managed to catch Tristan. Should I mention that it was easier than it was supposed to be? I mean, Damien is quite powerful, but was never the smart type of person who used their mind. Still, Peter isn't the same. So, making such a mistake was fatal for someone like Peter. After tracking Tristan, he ended up finding him in the same house where we used to live together before I discovered his plan. It was obvious to them that he was waiting for them to catch him. Yet the team of dumbasses who thought they could beat the obvious thought that someone as mighty as Tristan was easily caught. Anyway, back

Ayanna's point of view:Once my mother left the room, I looked at the dress she brought with her. As expected, it was another fancy gown that looked nothing like what I would personally like. Two maids burst into the room and started helping me to dress in the dress my mother picked for me. The dress is similar to a red wedding gown that features a dramatic flounced tulle skirt and train with exaggerated lace appliqué on tulle. The organically placed flowers around the neckline and shoulders are my favorite elements. The heavier ball gown skirts were accompanied by a bridal petticoat to prevent the skirt from falling flat. I can see the reason why both the maids were in the dress. It was indeed the ideal choice for a princess to wear at a coronation ceremony. The makeup on my face suits the dress very well. It wasn't either smoky or light. It was actually in between, giving my pale skin a sort of few fake tans that made me look more alive as a human than a vampire. My blond hair

Avyanna's point of view: I felt heartbroken. I wanted to cry, and I felt alone. It's the worst feeling a person might experience on her own birthday. I breathed in and out and took the chance that everyone was busy surrounding the king and the Queen while showering them with sweet fake talking, then I made it for the first time toward the ports of the palace. Yes, for the first time. I'm never allowed to leave the palace, with and without assistance. While heading toward the door, I decided to get rid of the necklace that was around my neck. It was totally heavy, that's why I felt not being able to breathe. I pushed the door open while the guards were watching me. Yet none of them dared to say or do anything about it. Not because they were afraid of me or anything that seems like that. Matter of fact, they were all quite sure that I am nothing but a cowardly girl who won’t do anything without her mommy’s permission. The reason why none of them cared about me passing through them

Laura’s point of view: “It is all my fault!” I told Damien, who was still not leaving my side. “All I wanted to do was to protect her. Instead, I ended up ruining her life.”“They're going to find her! I promise she will come back home safe and sound." He was trying to calm down, but it never worked. She left the palace, and after a few steps, her scent disappeared. Instead, there was a strong hint of a vampire's scent.I indeed forced Amira to cast a spell on the palace. The protection spell she cast on the palace ensured that no vampire could get inside unless Amira got him in, and I trust that she won't let anyone in without my permission.Yet, the danger of vampires surrounding the palace wasn’t something easy to deal with. The more we kill them. The more they come back with more numbers.Tristan is quite malicious for creating that huge number of newly born vampires. Yet, what more to expect from Tristan?He proved for the second time that I am nothing but a failed project of a m

Luther's point of view: Right after, the door of Rabel's room was open, revealing the quiet opposite version of her sister. The moment my eyes met hers, I knew I was doomed. She was quite the opposite of both her sister and the imprint I used to have. Yet, when my eyes stuck to her eyes, I wasn't able to move them. It was as if those eyes were the reason why I was still alive, and if I stop looking, I might end up losing my entire life. Electricity runs all over my body, and I feel like forgetting the reason why I exist. Right after, I started studying her features. Unlike her sister, she was a brunette, with the same face. Matter of fact, both have the same face. Yet mine - my Rebel - was looking different from her naïve-looking sister. She was looking strong, mighty, powerful. Not only compared to her sister but compared to anyone I've ever met in my entire life. The fire in her eyes captured my soul. My eyes studied every tiny characteristic of her face, from her light gree