Duchess Rowena Novels & Stories

{How do you know about that place? “Knowledge from my past life. In the past, there was a young woman who was able to converse with the fairies from birth and naturally received the blessing of the fairy mother, Madaline. She has been crowned the saintess of the kingdom of Ducroft and was instrumental in winning the war between the kingdom and the Empire of Illumine. She had the world in her hand and powerful men at her fingertips. She was kind and gracious to people…….” {Why does it sound like you do not like her?}

she said, pointing to the tab she had up. ‘The King of shadows will reign hellfire down upon the earth until the enchanted Dezentrae reigns purefire across the land.’ “I should have expected no less from Leonidas jr. You and he have the same talent with technology,” I applauded. “What’s a Dezentrae then?” she asked, curiously. I ignored her question for the moment because there was something not adding up here. Pieces were clicking together, but one was still missing. “Show me where you found this, please.”

Her eyes filled with terror. "Where am I? Who am I," She curled up in the fetal position. "I suppose I am up," Warren approached Duchess at a slow and steady rate, "Your name is Duchess, and you died a day ago. We bought you to Tsonoqua to bring you back to life. What do you remember?" Duchess held her head, "I remember a strange powder, and getting sick, and then nothing," Duchess saw the raven woman, "I remember you, we were supposed to take a journey, right?"

From the shadows of the ruined colonnade, a figure stepped forward draped in red silk, her eyes like twin embers in the dim. Rowena. Alive. Whole. Smiling. “Lovely coronation,” she purred. “But, sister, did you really think you were the only queen?” The ground trembled. The fires shifted, turning black once more. Matteo reached for his weapon. Bianca raised her blade. But Rowena only laughed, soft and deadly. “You fought a war for the living. I command the dead. The real war,” she whispered, “starts now.” The sky cracked open lightning raining blood.

Though, it’s incredibly hard to fully relax around a witch. “I am Rowena, an elder witch of the Blue Crescent guild of witches. Though, I don’t appear very often anymore due to my age and health. The end of my time is nearing, but I knew I had a final act to perform before I could rest. The Goddess told me I would be needed for the balance, but I never knew when or why. I’ve waited a very long time to be here for you. Child, you and your wolf are blessed by the Goddess herself. Are you aware of this?”

“Reive Eridanus and my fiancée Angelina Vallebour.” The women were clearly glad to see a new man in their company. All except Duchess Charlie. She paid no attention to the necromancer. It was obvious she was only interested in the king. Reive glanced over his shoulder at Livia and met her eyes. The pursed lips on her swollen face were turning ash-pale. The cursed duchess was looking sullenly in their direction. This time, the necromancer was sure she was watching not them, but the woman who had suddenly become her rival.

Upon her words, I feel a shift in the crowd around me. I lift my eyes to see one of the nobles leering at me. His invasive gaze makes me shudder in revulsion. I can’t believe these words of slander are causing people to view me differently. “Oh Micah,” Gloria continues with a purr. “She is not worthy of you. The only one worthy of being your wife is Rowena. Pity that she couldn’t make it otherwise she would surely have put this Fiona in her place.” I feel my body going stiff at the mention of Rowena. Ever since Micah came into my life, mentions of Rowena have been thrown at me here and there. Daughter of a powerful diplomat, Micah’s ex-girlfriend, and the one everyone wanted him to marry.

Then the rest of the queens were seated accordingly after Racheal. Beside Selena was Johanna, followed by Helena and Leah. William was currently weak from the battle he hardly took part in. "Duchess Pacih, what a pleasant surprise. I haven't seen you since the last time your daughter was involved in a scandal." Johanna mused when she saw the lady bowing to Ragaleon and congratulating him. The lady turned to gaze at Johanna, then smiled. "I heard your son was greatly hurt. The coward prince—that's what they call him." Pacih laughed, and Johanna's throat became dry.

Could it be that she's the mother of the late empress? "Duchess Rowena," Elijah greeted the woman and gave a deep bow to her. Roselle followed Elijah's actions and immediately did the same. She had yet to meet anyone other than Romeo and his men in this castle – not even the Duke and Duchess – so having the duchess suddenly approaching her totally caught her off guard. Was it alright for her to interact or stay close to her?

said Rowena in a heated voice. Rowena was the kind of woman who had been dreaming of getting her daughter married to the king. Ever since Tova had predicted that Zoe was Ludwig’s fated mate, her desires to rise in the social circles of the Lore had fanned. She had started showing her dominance in the circles and used the closeness to exact various benefits for her husband and herself. Over the last few months, she had grown extremely influential. A rogue sorceress, she was found in the jungles that surrounded Renada by Urhan. He ended up getting charmed by the red haired girl and married her against the wishes of his parents. He knew that with Rowena as his partner, he would be able to achie