All Chapters of The Fated Queen: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

"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

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

The memory of her was ages ago and yet it felt like only yesterday that he last saw her face. Still vivid and engraved in his mind. Small girl, perhaps younger than the child before him now. Short brown hair that was knotted with each of his visits. Dirt caked on her frail fingers and pale cheeks. Her dress never changing. The poverty and filth she lived in. It saddened and angered him each day that passed. What truly angered him the most was that devil of a father of hers. A drunkard, violent of a man. Each coin made was spent on his ale, which only grew the violent tendencies. If he got bored with laying hands on her mother, he dealt with her. Hells, he enjoyed tormenting her, and yet when Nol would visit her, she would smile through the tears and the pain as if it was completely ordinary. Nothing about her situation was ordinary in his eyes. "Will I find happiness someday?" She once asked him one night. It was a painful question to answer for her. He couldn't predict the future,

Dark mist huffed from the Undead Elk's flared nostrils, or what was left of it. Jayce instinctively tucked Lily behind him, but the rustle of the underbrush and the continuous splash and large ripples of the water went on. Squirrels, rabbits, skunks and every known forest creature that had once inhabited the area came crawling out of the lake or soil around them. "Dammit." He growled. This was the last thing he wanted right now. The Undead Elk rose on its hind hooves before it charged forward at Jayce, with its antlers lowered towards him. His hands shifted into claws as he met the Elk head on and grabbed its antlers. The speed of the charge pushed Jayce back a few inches, but he held his ground. The Elk turns its head and tried to bite at whatever it could reach. His forearm, thigh, and chest, but Jayce had kept out of its range. "Go. To. Hell." Jayce snarled as he used the power in his arms to toss the Elk into a nearby tree. There was a loud snap as the Elk's back collided with

"Willow, you have a spell to send them back to... somewhere, don't you?" Lily asked her as more Undead forest creatures crawled out from the waters and the soil at their feet. "My Magic can only destroy so many," Willow reminded her. She waved her hand. A white light illuminated her finger tips as Light Magic radiated and struck the nearest group of Undead critters. "If I had the full extent of my powers under complete control, this whole thing with Karmina would have been done and over with."" "Unfortunately, we don't have centuries for that to happen." Dante added. He slammed his foot down on the skull of a squirrel. Ichor splattered from the impact. "We need something big and something fast." "Lily, you need to try accessing your Angelic powers." Willow told her. "You'll have a better chance at expelling these things more so than I." "But..." Lily hesitated when she felt something tug at her hair. She reached back and pulled a small rodent off of her head and threw it back int