Kneel For Me: The Immortal Queen's Shadow

Author: Alma

Chapter 1

Word Count: 1022 | Released on: Today at 09:25

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ared directly into the lens of the studio camera, a slow, mocking smile spreading

d a bead of sweat from his forehead. The publicist's hands were shaking. He waved his ar

e lens, his eyes narrowing into slits. "You sit behind your screens, typin

it was a blur of vitriol. Scum. Cancel Aedan. Privileged trash. The hate w

his hand reaching for the power switch on the came

with a brutal backhand. The sound echoed in the qui

e. He looked back at the camera, his middle finger raised

amera onto his shoulder and stepped forward, shoving the le

ated. His eyes went wide with fury. He grabbed the front of the camera

floor. He went down hard, the expensive camera hitting the concrete

eraman's groan of pain. Two production assistants rus

ff, adjusted his jacket, and turned on his heel. He strode towa

wood. He grabbed Aedan's arm, his fingers digging into the expensive fabric. "Are you insane

his chest heaving. "The Marshall family doesn't answer to anyone!" he yelled, spit

Clack

cane striking the floor echoed from

hed, replaced instantly by a flicker of pure, chi

face was a mask of thunder, his wrinkles carved deep wit

s voice booming off the paneled walls.

e he feared, but the cold, clinical lecture that would follow-the freezing of his accounts, the confiscation of his keys, the utter

cane whistling through the air. It missed Aedan's shoulder and smacked again

ling bellowed, his face flushed red with

e. The main hallway was blocked. His only option was the side door, th

aft emanating from it, and saw the heavy bolt on the frame had been sheared clean off, the wood around it splintered as

ust and ancient wood. Aedan's eyes hadn't adjusted to the darkness. He c

t!" Sterling's voice e

ng for traction on the slick, polished floor. He glanced back over

edan threw his hands out to break his fall, but his momentum was t

gilded portrait that

med, his hands fl

A deafening crack echoed through the gallery as the ancient wood splintered. The entire portrait shuddered,

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Kneel For Me: The Immortal Queen's Shadow

Alma Fantasy

“I was an arrogant, canceled reality TV star, trying to salvage my ruined reputation on a live broadcast. But after I lost my temper and assaulted a cameraman, my furious grandfather chased me into our family's forbidden gallery, where I accidentally crashed into an ancient, sealed portrait. The canvas shattered, and a terrifying woman with glowing golden eyes stepped out of the wall. She was Cecil, the First Matriarch of the Marshall family. She caught a lightning bolt with her bare hands and crushed me to my knees with an invisible, suffocating pressure. My grandfather, instead of saving me, groveled on the floor and abandoned me to her mercy. "You are the disgrace that will end this family." She hijacked my entire life, forcing me to act as her submissive baggage handler on my own survival reality show, broadcasting my humiliation to millions. I didn't understand why this ancient monster was tormenting me. Why did she strip away my pride, treat me like a broken tool, and force me to endure the mockery of the very ex-girlfriend who had ruined my life? But when those same cast members tried to corner me in the dark woods, Cecil stepped in front of me, her eyes locking onto the silver ring of the man mocking me. "To catch the wolf, one must sometimes walk with the sheep." That was when I realized she wasn't here to destroy me-she was here to hunt the parasites who had been secretly siphoning away my life force.”