Fiona Queen Novels & Stories

“You saw the threat. You hunted it. You exposed it. Today, you have earned not just my trust—but the court’s respect.” Elira faced the nobles, her voice quiet but unshaking. “I am Elira Stormfang. Once a servant. Once a ghost. Now a queen in all but name. And I will not be broken.” And no one—no one—dared to argue. ---

No one could stand against him. The future of all the packs lies in Cora's hands now. “You’ll never get the answer you want,” she said, her voice trembling, but defiant. “Seraphina is stronger than you think. She’s the Queen. And you can’t stop her.” Ryan’s face twisted with rage. “You think she’s the Queen? You think she’s the one who’s going to rise up against us? You’re just a girl with a few visions. You know nothing.”

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.

She quietly dropped her cutlery on the table and cleared her throat to get the other's attention. "Your Majesty," She said calmly, being jovial, "I was thinking; since the Princess is back, maybe we could do something fun together. I have no idea what fun activities we could do." Fiona loudly kept her cutlery on her plate and picked up the cup beside her. She drank the wine it while sneering at the Queen. She kept the cup. "I'm not a child who would be excited to spend a day with you. I have other things to do and your idea sounds stupid. You can always find someone else to participate in your lousy preparation." She said coolly, unbothered about the Queen's feelings.

As soon as she left, I went closer to Cilia with burning questions for her. "Tell me who this Luna Queen is," I nudged her playfully. " A Luna Queen is more like the better half of a Lycan. She is the mate to our King. She is also human like you and he brought her here. She was made our Luna some days back," she said, smiling.

She turned away from her as soon as she took a glance at Brenda, who felt nonexistent with the unkind gaze Fiona shot her. Brenda seemed very shocked by Fiona’s reaction because years ago, Fiona would miss no opportunities to please her. Fiona's jaw clenched tight, but her voice remained steady. "Who am I?” She bit her lower lips, her gaze moving between Jackson and his smug accomplice Alaina. “I am the rightful owner of Veritas Holdings." She stated. She shifted her gaze to Brenda, who had just joined them. “I just put your ungrateful son in charge!” she gritted, aircoating the ‘ungrateful’. “And now I am back to claim the rightful owner of what belongs to me,” Fiona glowered silently.

Her ancestry should work just like Fiona's. But, according to Lady Aroosa, Fiona was of royal birth. Her mother was Lady Aroosa's late sister, who happened to be a Lycan princess. According to her, Zoe, whose maternal line was foggy at best, could never work in Fiona's place. Their people would only follow Fiona. I stopped and looked helplessly at Jacob and asked in mind-link, "Tell me you've got something. Anything!"

I said and asked the muranda who just passed by to forward my words to Ignis. "I'll be going first. Ignis won't take long, just wait for her here, okay?" I told her. She nodded and urge me to go. "My dear Fantasians! It's of my great pleasure and honor to present in front of you the next queen of the kingdom of Flamis. Princess Fhyra Icena Doneza." I heard Queen Feu announced and as if on cue fireworks lit up the dark skies of the night but the crowd's attention wasn't directed to it but to me who was standing in front of them.

"When you try to come for me, I keep on flourishing, and he see the universe when I'm in company, it's all in me." - Ariana Grande - Laila is 22 years old in the present - Laila "Please don't kill me I have kids and a wife to feed every day"

He says, “I’m Leviticus Adams.” I nod and say, “Riley Ford.” He chuckles as he says, “No, you’re not. Your real name is Rieka Hart, princess of werewolves, the future Luna Queen. That’s who you are, Rieka. You knew I knew your identity yet you still presented yourself as Riley. You’re not Riley, you’re Rieka. The strong, rare, Purple Sapphire Gemstone Wolf, and the Luna Queen that the supernatural world doesn’t know that it’s waiting for.”