Beautiful Queen Novels & Stories

Then, he asked her, “May I ask how old are you?” “I just turned sixteen the other week,” Clarissa responded. “Belated happy birthday then! You are simply perfect. You are the one I have been looking for – a precious gem and a gorgeous model. And someday, you will be our future beauty queen,” Bamby expressed himself happily. “But, why me?” Clarissa sought an explanation. “Why? Well, sweetheart, has somebody told you that you looked like that former Spanish Miss Universe, Ampara Muñoz?” Bamby said.

Her gold dress sparkled like the light, and I felt completely at a loss. I looked back at Christian and he was looking at the girls so intensely. Did he like them already? I sniffed as I massaged my temple as I tried to ward off the growing headache that I was feeling. "Beautiful," the queen said with a laugh. Then she went ahead to call, Mona Leap from The Blood Moon Pack, Kristen Blackwood from NightCrest Pack, Katherine Wolfe from the Twilight Pack, Willow Drove from the Warrior Pack, Ana Royals from the Crescent Pack, Ella Drove from the WindRock Pack, Harriet Moon from the Shadow Pack, Noel Light from the Sundown War Camp, Bianca Air from the Star-crest Pack, Jessica Mills from the Ench

When she steps into the moonlight fully there’s nothing I can do to help the way my breath is stolen. She’s breathtaking. Her hair shines a silvery white and she has features that would rival any beauty. Diane murmurs and hums a tune that has the air around us vibrating. When she places her hands over the other lady’s eyes I can almost feel the instant relief they bring. Diane channels power on a different level and it’s there again, that feeling, that knowledge that she is full of so much untapped power. The queen with caramel hair and brown eyes. People say Diane’s beauty is what captivated Ashryn and while that might be true, I feel there’s something else that drew the King to his Queen.

To remove whatever corruption had twisted her into this monster wearing the face of the woman who once helped me in the Pack House. But I lowered my gaze again, pretending to shrink under her words. "And how about Sister Brittany?" I whispered. It was not Pepper who answered. A laugh, sharp and rusted like a blade dragged against stone, came from the elder woman behind her. I lifted my head to see the older woman step closer into the dim light of the corner lamp. Her skin sagged with age, yet the magic swirling in her eyes pulsed with dangerous arrogance. "Brittany is our next Queen," the elder said, pleased with herself. "She is beautiful and graceful, and most importantly, she is very powe

"They won't touch you. I am Queen around here. They'll die if they displease me." Renae's eyes widened. "You kill people?" The woman laughed heartily and Renae caught a glimpse of perfect white teeth as she purred, "No, people kill for me." She believed her, because every man who laid eyes on the woman had the same look in their eyes. Wanton desire. And the Queen, as she liked to be called, she wore their needs and desires like armour. She wore her beauty like a shield and her allure was a spear. Renae had never met anyone so captivating and terrifying.

I am utterly in awe of the beautiful creature in front of me. “Our mate.” Rohan mutters dreamily. “Our queen.” I agree.

The dress is the deep bruised red of the inside of something, and it’s cut to ruin a man, clinging where it should cling and falling away where it shouldn’t be allowed to. And there’s a cold hard glitter at her ears and her throat that Queenie has clearly spent a great deal of my money on. And her face—they’ve done something to her face that turns the sharp clever features I know into something imperious and untouchable, a woman who has never in her life been told no and would laugh in the face of the man who tried. And then she starts down the stairs, one hand trailing the banister, chin up, moving like the whole house belongs to her and always has.

“I’m a Ravenfield, the rightful Alpha of that pack, of my home. I will lead them and care for them just like my father taught me. I will also be Queen because I have a partner who’s willing to help me, who’s comfortable and happy with me being my own person. I will do both because both are my birthrights, and no one will tell me otherwise.” “Well said, my dear.” Callan praised as he grinned at me and smirked at his mate with a teasing glint in his eyes. “Such fire. Don’t cower in the icy stare of a woman who delights in making people feel small or inferior, because you are anything but. She is most assuredly a good match for our Cadmus.” I blushed deeply and hid my face as a few of the other

He stepped closer with a soft smile. "In the middle of this forest is a queen's palace. When she waves her black hair, even the winds of this forest dance. When she looks at something with her dark eyes, the whole forest's birds and humans dance. When she slowly sets foot on this land, the whole sky vibrates with joy. Whenever a queen commands, only submission is expected. How can I obey such a bewildering creature? Let's say that this waterfall has the highest beauty quality in this forest. The real quality of beauty lies with this queen," he said passionately. Alex's cheeks flushed. She turned back towards the waterfall.

Jess took a step forward and tried to calm her raging heart. The water flowed forward until a few feet in front of the pack house. That’s when Jess saw them, people in the water. The water stopped and started to retrack back into the tree line, leaving the people in it behind. The Queen stood out quite clearly between the rest of her people. Her hair hung and beautiful wet blond strands, seaweed entangled with it, a golden crown resting on her head. Her eyes matched the clearest sea. The Queen’s dress was a one shoulder dress that was mostly lace. It had a slit that ran very high. The dress was wet as well and the bottom of the dressed had pearls on it. To Jess it seemed like the Queen just