Forever My Queen Novels & Stories

“And I’d like to invite the other Guardians as well. This is a big deal for me and it’s something that has never been seen before, as far as I know.” “It’s been an extremely long time. A millennia,” he says stroking my face. “Which reminds me. You do realize, that as my mate and the queen of the monsters of the night, that you will live forever, right?” I frown. “So first of all, I’ll be queen of the day walkers, not the monsters of the night. I expect our clan to rise above all others,” I say, making him smile. “But what do you mean I’ll live forever?”

"No, we don't have that ability. Only the original can do that. She's the beginning of our kind anyway. They call her the Phantom Queen and she is eternal, at least that's what they say. She can manifest her essence in her chosen descendant throughout the centuries hence why they call her the Phantom——something that cannot be seen but she still remains in this world." "So she still exists up to this day? Where is she now?" I sighed, scooting closer and cuddled her on my side. "Nowhere. She'd been long gone since the War of the Triad began eight hundred years ago. Let's say we are indeed a 'cult'. And we were united before under the Phantom Queen Silva who was chosen by the Essence of the Ori

" My queen, please reconsider, take back ur decision for the sake of our people my queen." On hearing this from her subordinate, the witch queen pause what she was doing and a deep frown appeared on her face, on noticing how the air around his queen became chilling, Odin's heart picked up race but in a twinkle of an eye smile returned on the witch Queen's face causing the poor wizard to question his sight,he was certain he didn't imagine things just now but what he didn't understand was how Queenith got so better in masking her feelings. "Odin, hope you are not saying you didn't carry out my order?" Queenith asks, taking one step at a time to stand in front of her subordinate.

"Wearing a crown. Coiled around a broken sword." Varek took one slow step back. Boots bolted to the floor. "That line is dead," Varek said. The words came out like gravel. "The Sovereign King and his wife burned in the Sector Four sweeps. Ten years ago. There was no child." "The girl is twenty," Tor said. Voice coming back now. Harder. Like he'd made a decision. "She grew up in Sector Four. She fights with the Sovereign form... you saw it yourself in the hallway. And her father isn't hiding from a shipping debt." Something moved in Tor's face. Something complicated and old and guilty. "He's a Royal Guard. He's been keeping her buried in the outer rim for ten years to keep her breathing."

I was born to be the Luna queen No surrender. Not now. Not ever.

Her eyes darts to her pink, full lips, which begs for a kiss, and her fingers curls into a fist in a fibble attempt to keep herself rooted to a spot. “I am sorry, I interrupted you.” Meilin shakes her head, sending a few strands of her hair into her face. “I am always glad to be near you,” she inadvertently blurts out, and immediately wished that the ground would open up and swallow her whole. The Queen must think her desprate and pathetic, longing for her presence like this. But the truth is that even though she knows it is impossible between her and the Queen, it doesn’t stop her longing. She wants to be near the Queen always, to touch her, to claim her as hers, but she can’t.

And Rocco… he was moving deeper into my flames with every breath, binding himself to me with no assurance of surviving. I spun back towards the city, but softened my tone this time. "You know they'll come for us. For me. Perhaps even for you.” His hand folded over mine, rough fingers rubbing against the diamond studded knuckles of my hand. He drew my hand to his mouth and kissed it, slow and even, his eyes never leaving mine. "Then let them try it. Because they'll find there's only one Queen." The words wrapped around me like armour, like chains, like a vow. My heart thumped against my breast, but I stayed impassive. That was the game, anyway. A Queen never gets frightened. A Queen never sho

He remembered the little things I loved…the perfume I loved, the heels I’d stared at through shop windows like they were a dream I’d never reach. I lifted the bottle first, fingers trembling. The glass was cool against my palm. I spritzed once on my wrist, and the scent wrapped around me, It felt like a hug I hadn’t realized I needed. Then the heels. I slipped them on, and they fit perfectly, like they’d been waiting for me. The red soles flashed with every step, a quiet declaration of war. “You look like a queen,” she whispered. “Like you’re about to conquer the entire damn world.”

That’s interesting. "Alright, do you think your queen knows who and what my parents are?" I asked Cassandra as I am really curious about them now. Maybe I can find some information about my father and know what my mother is. But I'm sad to know that she's dead already. And perhaps one of them is a vampire or a witch, if I really am a witch. This information is truly insane. "Yeah, very much. She knows a lot of things. She's the Queen of the Northern Witches. You’ll be glad to meet her, and she’ll be glad to meet you, too." She replied, sounding so excited.

I'm starting a new novel! I'm so excited to share with you guys the other novel I've been plotting lately. Queen Of Ace What is this novel all about? =If you haven't read my first novel, His Fragile Flame, I uploaded in this app, this is only "a part" of it but can be read as "stand-alone". This story was written in different character's perspective and her back story before His Fragile Flame. You don't have to read the first book to understand this novel, and I think it's better if you read this before that because HFF has spoilers.