Mina Tiara
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Queen Of Death
Fantasy "P-please let me go, a-and I'll do a-anything e-even, if n-not saying a w-word about i-it." - Elliot.
"Oh...Bunny, Bunny, Bunny. My sweet Bunny. Even if I let you go for now you're still my...prey. My prey. My bunny." - Luna.
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Elliot Amell is a twenty year old new student at the University of Manitoba. He has cancer that he is fighting with and refuses to tell anyone. So, his childhood friend Park Sam only knows about his life threatening condition.
With his childhood friend Park Sam; he goes into a new life whilst welcoming new friends and developing for the first time a huge crush on the 'Student Council's President' along the way in his journey of his new prestigious University, but not knowing the fact that his mere presence would be opening the doors to some unexpected and unbelievable yet horror-stricken threats.
Later, that sweet boy falls victim to something sinister after witnessing something dark and horrendous, he shouldn't have. Elliot was scared for his life as his cancer was getting worse so, he got assured that he'll die one way or another before even completing his dream University as dreaming for a life ahead of university seemed only a vivid fragment of his imagination.
Howbeit, life had other plans for the innocent and saccharine boy.
When he finds himself falling in the hands of a brunette girl with prepossessing beauty who has been introduced as the Queen of the whole supernatural world and is after him because they share a very special, and a deep bond of which Elliot finds it difficult to understand.
Queen is brutal, ferocious, ruthless and a murderer of innocent people whereas Elliot is a boy who would get easily scared from a bug even.
Two very divergent worlds collide so expectedly by fate, but in much unexpected ways.
Elliot is a mere human whilst the Queen is an immortal hybrid of werewolf and a vampire, but her powers don’t end there because she is far more than a hybrid of vampire, and a werewolf.
That’s because no one knows that she is the daughter of Satan himself.
And on top of that…she is Elliot’s first big fat crush and was soon to be his girlfriend.
Elliot found it difficult to stay around the same girl and proceed with his relationship with her; that girl who kills anyone without even a second thought as he himself is very considerate, caring, loving and sensitive in both right, and wrong ways. However, his heart yearns for the Queen in the way that he feels like he’ll end up dying if he ever runs away from her.
And she is the one who saved him from his cancer killing him and so, she is the only one who could take his life easily too.
Elliot is her only bond mate even when soul-mates don’t exist, but his mate was decided from the very start. He has no say in that since he was born to tame the Queen’s dark merciless heart by his fragile, weak and caring heart.
Elliot was bound to break…and he did.
When everything was falling from the cliff in Elliot’s life; he got exposed to more threats. Threats from which only the Queen could keep him safe.
Later, Elliot was exposed to the truth that he was the last and the lost doppelganger to ever exist in the world.
He was also the last doppelganger in the line of the doppelgangers which meant that no other doppelganger would come after Elliot; not even of some other person.
The elder witches were after the last doppelganger; who was the last one alive and on top of that he was a virgin even after finding his mate so, it made him more vulnerable, and perfect for the sacrifice that those elder witches were keen in doing so.
Furthermore, werewolves' leader wanted to mate with the Queen so, he joined hands with the witches in order to take Elliot out of the picture.
However, neither the witches nor the werewolves knew who they were fighting with. That’s because the Queen was also known as the ‘meaning of death.’ She was barbarous and diabolical in a lot of ways. Everyone saw her as the hybrid of vampire and a werewolf, but they never were able to find out about her darkest concealed side. That side which made her thirsty for blood.
Because whosoever, encountered that side of the Queen; never got to see the next daylight. So, her being the daughter of Satan remained concealed till the very end. After all…she was made the Queen of the whole supernatural world for a reason.
The Queen could do anything for Elliot because his innocence gave her warmth and love.
Those two things…she forgot how they felt. You might like
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