Azur Lane Queen Elizabeth Novels & Stories

Now, I need to show Noah that I wasn’t weak, I wasn’t that girl that he had kept locked in a box. I was Azelea Aerling, Kyren’s wife. The Luna queen. It was time I claimed my title. They were going to watch and see just how brave I could get. Emma smiled, “I don’t know why, but I love that look on your face, I like that confidence,” she said. “Let’s do this,” I said. Her grin was broad, “Yes!”

And Lorenzo… well, he’d learn quickly that the game he thought he was playing with me was far from over. I tapped the steering wheel, my eyes narrowing as the city lights blurred past. My mind raced with plans—alliances to mend, debts to collect, favors to call in. Every step I took, every meeting I attended tonight, would be a move on the chessboard. And the queen I cared most about—Alessia—would be safe, and maybe, just maybe, she’d finally understand that I had never been her enemy. And if anyone tried to get in the way, well… they’d regret it.

“Why do you say that?” Linhua thinks back to the Queen’s reaction when she saw the blonde’s face, and shakes her head. As if her trouble thoughts are making her thirty, she lifts the cup and drowns the rest of the drink inside. “The Queen is obsessed with her,” she says a little too loudly. The door opens just as the words leaves her mouth, and Linhua flies to her feet, while choking on her spit. She stares wide-eyed at the Queen who just emerged from the inner chamber.

“And Ace?” “Pacing your new throne room like a caged tiger.” She bumped my shoulder. “He’s worried you’ll jump.” I laughed hollowly. “Not today.” *** The war room smelled of mildew and betrayal. Maps plastered the walls, red Xs marking graves we’d yet to dig. Ace leaned over the table, his knuckles white on the edge. “The Azuras control the northern shipping lanes. We choke those, we choke their cash flow.” Dawson spat out a sunflower seed. “Or we blow their yachts. More fun.”

I said, and she smiled a little before a woman came out with a tray of Polaris, one of the famous watermelon fruit punch. I took in a quick gulp, relishing in the taste and coolness of it, before we explained whatever we had found to the queen. "I know two of them," the queen said. "She is from clan Red Thunder, and the other one is a royal seamstress." "We think they might all be the descendents of Azura," Mateo said to his mother. "And that someone has been killing them one by one." The Queen's face twisted in a thoughtful look as she read through the paper, her looks growing somber with each paper.

He inclines his head to her, “Mother, this is Celine. My mate. Celine, my mother, Evangeline de Laurant, Queen Mother Luna of my pack.” She’s five-foot-nothing, with long bleach-blonde hair, currently in an elegant braid. Her dark blue eyes are nearly identical to George’s. She has an aquiline nose and full lips, a little thinner than George’s. She’s wearing a blue pinstriped trouser-suit with a white shirt, the top button undone to make room for her cravat, which is a dark blue paisley.

USSF Liberty Prime hails. **Colonel Reyes:** “Storm Queen—fleet escort ready. Lances prepped for London fire support.” **Celeste:** “Appreciate it. But we go fast.” We burn trajectory—boards screaming, re-entry planned over UK. The Atlantic passes in minutes—blue giving way to green isles wrapped in black fog. London below—drowning. Thames thick with ichor. Bridges collapsed. Big Ben twisted. Tower of London the heart—black spires pulsing.

I said nodding towards a sleeping Alida and Ray lifted an eyebrow at me. “Just by judging this note, it is a female obviously as you said, but it’s got to be someone who’s close to the King in order for her to think that the crown belongs to her. Evidently she’s believed for who knows how many years, that she was next in line to be Queen, but by what means of becoming Queen is unknown.” Ray blabbered on while staring at the note again. “What do you mean by “means” exactly?” I asked.

As everyone turned around they saw the Queen walking in with Allen and Master Li Yuhui behind her. "How are you feeling now," Elizabeth asked. Lea just stared at Elizabeth for a few seconds before turning to the others with a question mark on her face as to how this person was. Understanding her question Liam said, "This is the Queen of Asterin, Elizabeth Vetrov". Listening to this Lea nodded as she turned toward Elizabeth and said "It is a pleasure meeting you Your Majesty". Looking at her elegant gesture everyone was shocked for a second and then looking at them Lea spoke, "I am sorry if I made any mistake as this is how people greeted royalties on TV Shows that I had seen and this is my f

Elena whispered. Ava opened the box. Inside was a small key. A photograph. And a letter. Ava picked up the photograph first. Her heart stopped. It showed her grandfather. But he wasn't alone. Standing beside him were three people. A young Marcus. A young Ava's father. And... Isabella. The Queen. Ava looked at her. "You knew my grandfather." The Queen nodded. "He was my mentor." Ava looked at the photograph again. "Then why did you become the Queen?"