Broken Queen Novels & Stories

"If this gala is a success, the Thorne Group will have to reconsider their bankruptcy call." She looked at the jade pendant on her vanity the one she had stolen from Liora. "You're gone, Liora. You're ruined. And I’m the new Queen." She didn't know that the fabric in the boxes was already beginning to degrade. She didn't know that every dollar she thought she had was already being tracked. She didn't know that her sister was currently standing in the arms of the most powerful man in the world. And she didn't know that tomorrow...

“You have never been and will never will be a failure. This is what I mean. You act so broken. When in reality you have been strengthened by these hardships. What if I told you that your love had hardships? That he had come face to face with on the other side to get back to you? Would you still shrink in fear of this General or would you remember the things your mother instilled inside of you to never look down and to never forget you are a Queen?Born a Queen . Live as a Queen ! I am sorry. I digress. I am here because it is time.”

Queen Beatrice stared at the self made woman before her. Oh, all the perils and troubles that it took to get her were she was. So how could she let some ‘little’ homeless girl take it from her. She was Queen, and she would be Queen until her last breathe. She will be sitting on the throne when the last breathe leaves that imposters mouth. A soft knock on her door averted her attention from herself. “Enter,” she said softly. The door slowly opened as her most loyal servant entered the room.

Broken-hearted Queen had nothing to do but to pray and to cry , she had lost her last hope to bear a child how can she when the king didnot care about her exsitence anymore . One night after crying long enough that her eyes were engraved by dark ashes of sadness, falling to the tough floor again , that was never soft for her fragile body yet it was more comforting to her heart than her king would . A heavy rain just started to fall , and to be fair it was the strongest rain ever witness in the kingdome , the rain was as a glowing icy blue fall , yet doesn't give cold chills but rather warmth to the bones , that night the king wandered in the castle unheeding to no where in confusion not talk

“But at what cost?” The Queen laughed softly. “At every cost. I lost Theron. I lost Myra. I lost Zayn. I lost myself. But I kept her. Because without her…” Her voice broke. “I forgot why I ever fought at all.” Liora stepped forward. “You don’t have to stay broken. That’s not who we are.” The Queen’s gaze sharpened. “That’s who you are. I’m the one who couldn’t carry it. I had to cheat time just to breathe again.”

She says with a small giggle. "You will stop second guessing your abilities to lead and you will rule right beside your mate. That is an order." She jokes with a hint of seriousness. I nod and smile up at her. She holds her hand out and a golden staff apears. I immediately bow down and she dubs me Queen of werewolves by tapping the staff on both of my shoulders. "I now dub thee Mackenzie Roseline Lathen as Queen of werewolves and Luna of the royal pack. Do you accept?" She asks and I look up at her.

Against all odds. But holding is not the same as winning. And eventually, they could not hold anymore. I turned the page. And found a portrait. Just a sketch, really. Pen and ink. Faded with age. A woman. She was not young in the portrait, but she was not old either. She was somewhere in between, in that particular place where a person stops looking like what they were and starts looking like what they are. Her hair was loose. Her expression was not afraid. Mira. Last Queen of the Witch Covens. Keeper of the High Flame. Killed in the forty-third year of the Crimson War by Aldric the Elder, great-great-grandfather of the current Alpha King.

The woman once again gazed intently at her reflection. “You are still beautiful! No matter what.” She consoled herself. The agony of that experience was too difficult to handle. Sofia wanted to cease thinking about her past but it continued haunting her. Even though she already changed her name just to forget who she truly was, but she could not deny the truth that she was Clarissa Gonzales, the infamous beauty queen who was dethroned, maligned, and was defamed by the public due to a scandal that ruined everything about her.

But then, watching the same people over and over again gets boring overtime. Diving into the book, I reopen to one of my favorite parts of the lycan battles. It is the chapter where the lycan king was brought to his knees by the queen, and makes she him beg her for his life. He wasn’t expecting her, or that she would even do something like that. It is what makes me like it more. I feel like I relate to the queen well. She has always been undermined and underrated, then she wound her full potential and—

Phoenix sobbed. The breakdown was total. The Queen of Rebirth was dead, buried under the rubble of a mother’s catastrophic failure. Her legs gave out, her knees slamming into the grit of the cave floor with a bone-jarring thud she didn't even register. Tears—hot, salt-heavy, and uncontrollable—cascaded down her face, cutting tracks through the gray soot on her cheeks. She bit her lip so hard the iron taste of blood flooded her mouth, a desperate, futile attempt to anchor herself as her mind spiraled into the image of her son becoming nothing more than a pile of gray dust in a New York basement she never truly escaped.