The Queen of Nethilor

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Summary

Right and wrong matter little when survival matters most. ---- Luna Hendrix is next in line to be the queen of Nethilor. Both of her parents were magical beings, but Luna - powerless. She was always okay with having no magic, because she had the enchanted forest, something nobody else had access to. But one day, she stumbles across something in the forest that will change her life forever. A dark twist that she never thought would happen to her in a million years.

Status
Ongoing
Chapters
4
Rating
n/a
Age Rating
16+

Characters

I couldn't find pictures of how I imagined these characters so I decided to describe them as in depth as possible without giving away their personality's

The way I wrote these was from a different person's perspective


Luna

Luna; The first thing that jumped out to me were her ethereal light blue eyes, they glistened in the morning sunshine gorgeously. She had the kind of eyes that would pierce through your soul if you looked at them too long. Her hair was ice white along with her eyelashes. It was always extremely soft and silk like, constantly tempting to sit and braid it all day. Lunas face was beautifully structured, her cheekbones were bold and her eyebrows were softly arched. Her nose and cheeks were always rosy despite the fact that she was pale. The skin on her face was delicate and pasty, allowing anything to easily mark her. Her lips were thin and smooth, matching the rest of her face. Her body was just as elegant as her face. She was slender, a small waist, with small framed hips. Her bottom was rounded nicely in a heart shape, and her breasts were small but quite perky. Her posture was naturally good, always standing up straight and tall. The way she sat was almost cat like, so comfortable and perfect. How she struts through the hallways of the castle was mesmerizing to watch, the way her hips effortlessly swung from one side to the other. Luna was unreal with her beauty.



Griffin (Lunas father)

Griffin; Griffin had light brown eyes, that sparkled in the sun like honey. His eyebrows were untamed and thick, with a giving amount of arch. His skin was golden brown and creased like old leather. His dark brown hair was a little ways past his shoulders and always tied into a bun on the back of his head, some hair escaping casually, caressing his forehead. He had a beard that was right in the middle of being long and short. Hints of red could be spotted in it if you were to look closely. His figure was tall and muscular, with a little bit for beer belly. His laugh was very pleasant to listen to, it rung through the empty halls and echoed back even happier — not to mention contagious. His legs were long and thick, supporting the rest of his weight. The way he stood was intimidating, even though he was a very gentle, humorous man. He sat leaned back into his chair, never slouched forward, always earning a judgement look from my mother. His voice boomed with dominance and power when he was angry, but if your caught him at a good time it flowed through your ears like butter in a very relaxing way. Griffin is a man of honor and nobility, always loyal to his loved ones.



Elara (Lunas mother)

Elara; Most of Elara's looks had been passed down to Luna, The ice white hair, the piercing blue eyes, even her odd pale skin. However, Lunas body was much more sculpted and fit than Elara's. Elara didn't have much curves at all, but always wore a corset to give the illusion. She had long, delicate legs which made her about 5'7 barefoot. Her nose was easy to envy as it was thin, pointed up at the slightest and topped off with a small ball. Her face naturally shimmered in the glow of the sun, not needing highlight. Elara was a very guarded person, never letting anyone into her heart or explaining her emotions. She was a very hard person to like, and overall stuck up. She had many rules that were demanded to be followed, and expectations that were expected to be met.