Fallen Queen Novels & Stories

She stood in a field of stars. The queen stood before her. “You’ve come far,” the queen said. Aria nodded. “But I’m not ready.” The queen smiled. “No one ever is.” Aria stepped closer. “Why did you fall?” The queen’s voice trembled. “Because I chose flame over bond. Power over people. I chose to burn.” Aria looked down. “I don’t want to burn.” The queen reached out. “You don’t have to.” — The vision faded.

She says, tone turning solemn for a moment, before she pushes me back as if I disgust her with more strength than I anticipated, making me hit the wall with my head hard. “And now, after 25 years, it breaks and disappoints my heart to see you like this because I know that’s not who you are. You are the true daughter of a great and powerful A****n Queen, not some weak, depressing, drunk, sorry excuse of a warrior or mother who doesn’t even know how to look after her pup properly! It should be YOU who is teaching and training him how to be the Alpha he’s destined to be, rather than some old lady because you’re too weak and busy wallowing in wolfbane-laced alcohol and self-pity to pull your hea

"What exactly happened to him?" The Queen’s expression darkened into something hollow and cold. "Love." Kael groaned loudly, rubbing his face. "Oh, no. Not love. Love always causes massive geopolitical problems." Selena rolled her eyes, shifting baby Luna slightly against her armor. "You've never even been in love, Kael." "Exactly," Kael shot back flatly. "And just look at how remarkably peaceful my life was until tonight." ### The Fallen Prince Lyssandra walked slowly toward the stone balcony, her white gown trailing on the frosted tile. The pale moonlight bathed her silver hair in a ghostly glow.

You are not my descendant. Terror gripped me. "What are you saying?" The Queen looked heartbroken. "I am you." The ground vanished beneath my feet and my mind refused to accept it, refused to understand, but the truth continued. "My soul was divided." Tears filled her eyes. "Scattered through time." The impossible suddenly made terrible sense. The visions, the powers, the mark, the Hollow Kings recognizing me. Not descendant. Queen. Because they weren't looking at a descendant. They were looking at her, reborn.

she questioned however before answering her I gently slide my hand in my bag and pulled out RED scandal wood knife and straightaway stab Queen in her thighs. RED Scandal wood is toxic for evil sorcerers; because of my impact Queen kneeled down on her feet also at that very moment a metal sword pierced right through her chest, I looked behind her it was King Sargon who had stabbed her and behind King Sargon general Nolan was lying on ground motionless. I usually would have screamed but my words were stuck in my mouth after facing this near death experience, Queen Adrianne fell down on ground with loud thud along with her crystal crown which shatters into pieces after hitting a nearby wall.

Her faith was already shattered, but now for sure it was eternally broken. Jasmine sat on her bed knees up in the silence staring blankly at the wall, drinking tequila straight out the bottle. Replay of her falling down the stairs and seeing Chelsea’s spirit lead her to her own battered and bruised body, seeing her face, knowing she failed. In her mind Chelsea was blaming her, walking zombielike towards her, hands out pointing at her. It was only in her head, but Jasmine covered her eyes by hiding her forehead in her knees rocking back and forth.

It swirls and dances around her, a tempest of shadows that threatens to consume everything in its path. But even in the midst of this devastation, there is a sense of tragic beauty to the queen's despair. It is a raw and primal emotion, powerful in its intensity, and it serves as a stark reminder of the depth of her love for her fallen mate. As the darkness swirls around them, Tonya and Alaric can only hope that one day, the queen will find peace and solace amidst the storm of her grief. But for now, they stand as silent witnesses to the overwhelming power of her sorrow, their hearts heavy with empathy and understanding.

I murmured, half asleep, smiling against his ribs, warm all the way through. "My queen," Malik said, quiet, into my hair, like a thing he'd known for a long time and had only now earned the right to name. "My queen of chaos. If you'll have the crown. If you'll take a gray careful kingdom and a man who's still learning how to be a person and a whole city full of people who used to be ordered to fear you, and stand next to it all, not under it, and make it yours too." I lay very still against him, and felt the enormous thing his voice was circling, and decided, being who I was, to make him work for the shape of it.

In that moment, I realized that I was completely outmatched in the game of temperaments. As the queen fell silent and fixed her chilling gaze on me, a wave of terror washed over me. I stood my ground, resolving not to show any sign of fear, despite my inner instincts urging me to flee. Jasper insisted that we concede to the queen’s craziness, warning of dire consequences, but my pride propelled me to stand firm. However, my taunting words only served to kindle the queen's wrath once more.

The queen yelled and a strangled lightning struck down on earth. " I deeply apologize, Queen mother! Geneva keeps escaping, I almost got to her in the hospital that she was but she just escaped again. Please, pardon me Queen. I'll make sure I do anything to get her this time, I–" the woman was still pledging her pledges that'd unfortunately not come to pass as the queen raised her hand and the woman's head split open before she fell down dead. As she rolled her eyes from the corpse in front of her, the body shriveled to dust immediately and her eyes went to a burning furnace that had two people, a male and a female, whimpering silently in pain inside of it.