Fallen Queen Novels & Stories

“You don’t have to like me. You only have to fear losing without me.” Murmurs rose. Then the oldest don white-haired, cautious lifted a glass. “Donna Romano speaks with teeth. I want her back.” One by one, others followed. Not all. Never all. But enough. Raffaele watched from the shadows, his smile thin, poisonous. Serena leaned close, her whisper meant to cut across the noise: “Every queen falls. All it takes is the right blade.” Bianca felt her stare burn. The summit wasn't a victory. It was survival. But survival, tonight, was enough.

She was collapsing to the ground, weak as a twig, there was a terrible yawning beast in her chest where he magic used to be and she knew that she was broken, beyond repair. The queen's eyes rolled to the back of her head and she was falling over, falling to the ground unconscious. Zeldaurus ran for her, his eyes wide and terrified and the Four other warriors ran for the Queen. Freya's fingers twitched, grasping for Zeldaurus, right before the cold increased, engulfing her. Time stopped. Everyone was frozen mid motion and Freya fell to the floor and hit her head, her breaths coming in cold pants. A sense of wrongness filled the air and she froze, pushing herself shakily to her knees and looki

asked Jacob, looking confused by what had happened. “She, she got scratched by that monster, Jacob. She sacrificed for all of us,” Zoya replied as she continued to cry. Jacob was silent for a moment and looked around the area. “Where are Eren and Ben? I didn't see either of them,” Jacob asked curiously. "Ben, Ben is dead..." Zoya answered quietly. Jacob's eyes immediately bulged and he fell silent. He couldn't believe that Ben was dead. Jacob was so shocked to hear that his best friend had died.

Queenie Qamra’s hands and feet were still shaking really quickly and violently. Apollo Frias brushed his hand off. He let Queenie Qamra’s neck free out of a sudden. Queenie Qamra fell down weakly and helplessly to the floor. She didn’t possess any strength to stand up and escape from the big mansion at once. She lay down there on the floor for quite a couple of minutes before she collected back her strength step by step.

But just as quickly as that hope had risen, it was dashed with Queen Marasela’s next words. “But not as a mermaid or a human,” the Queen added, her voice resolute and unwavering. The words fell like heavy stones, and Jessa’s heart sank. The smile that had begun to tug at the corners of her lips faded instantly, replaced by confusion—a deep, aching disbelief. Her brow furrowed as she tried to process what she had just heard. The world seemed to shift beneath her feet as she struggled to comprehend the Queen’s statement. This was not the answer she had expected. This was not the path she had hoped for.

On the hillside, Julian fell to his knees in the mud, rain and bloody tears mixing on his face. He finally understood. The girl he had broken was gone. In her place stood a Queen he could never hope to touch. The world celebrated a new queen. A new era. And he was left behind in the rain, with nothing but an eternity of regret.

“Lillian?” She let out a weak, breathless laugh. “It’s over.” Aedric exhaled sharply, his grip tightening around her. “Thank the gods.” Fenros stepped forward, sniffing at the shattered remains of the throne. He let out a satisfied snort. “It is done.” The first queen was still standing amidst the ruins. But something was different. Her form was flickering. Fading. Lillian forced herself to stand, stepping toward the spectral woman. “What happens now?”

Before Alethea could blink, the Queen covered the distance between them and grabbed her arms. Alethea tried to break free from the queen’s hold which was surprisingly strong but the queen dug her long fingernails into Alethea’s arms, causing the skin to break and bleed. "Can you fly?" She suddenly asked as she shoved Alethea towards a direction and before Alethea could understand what the queen meant, it was too late. The queen shoved her out of the long window and watched with a smirk as Alethea fell, flailed and screamed until she hit the hard ground with a sickening thud and died instantly with blood slowly seeping from the crack in her shattered head.

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.

“They asked for a solution to keep their lives. So I gave a solution that is… Abigail grace. If she gives birth to a son, then he would be a king. But he fell for a mistress and made her go through a miscarriage. That’s when she broke the marriage being disappointed. “Abigail even lied to everyone that she couldn’t become a mother in this life just to break this marriage. And they believed. “Orion Magnus Annora is the true King of this kingdom and Abigail Rati Slava, the only descendant of the Ursula Rati Slava, the wife of Orion Magnus Annora, is the queen of the Annora Empire,” The High Priest announced shocking the world with the naked truths. “The curse on these lands will be lifted when