From Ashes To Queen: Now I Call The Shots Novels & Stories

I needed to save myself from any trouble here until I found a way to escape. “And may I ask who left you all alone here When you are a new member in our kingdom?” I kept my silence not knowing what to answer but luckily someone got my back. “I guess you already met our Queen, Ashi.” Both of us turned to see Aztec walking to us lazily with hands tucked into his slacks. “Queen?” Ashi girl arched her perfect eyebrow at him and they seemed to be mind-linking for a minute. I felt awkward standing there but then Ashi turned her eyes at me and stared at me sceptically.

“Where all this began.” The Queen’s eyes widened slowly. “The Ashlands,” she says. “The dead magic plains.” V exhales shakily. “He thinks that place will crown him.” Her eyes meet mine, fierce even through the fading. “It’s where he dies,” she finishes. Thunder rolls overhead—deep, unnatural, wrong. The Queen straightens, resolve settling into her bones. “Prepare every army. Call in every debt.” Ashton bares his teeth. “We march tonight.” I tighten my hold on V, pressing my lips to her forehead like a vow.

"If you cam here Ash just to ask me to come with you, you'd better leave. I don't have time right now." Ashley is here, visited me. Rephrase, she invited me to go to a club. "Tss! I knew it, I am the new queen now. I replaced you already and I have now the crown," she said while rolling around my bed. "THE NEW QUEEN OF BITCHES, ASHLEY LEWIS," she added.

I probably just sign my death certifacte. Anticapation has sweat beading on my forhead. My lungs burn from holding my breath for to long. To afraid to move, when the feeling of rough fingers wrapping around my throat forces me to lift my head.My lungs cant take any more and i exhale. My eyes are still closed to afaird to look death in the eyes"look at me little mouse" he says His voice has me pushing my thighs together to stop the the rush of tingles running through them. The sound smooth like velvet, drawing me in "God What is wrong with me" i think I force my eyes open and look at him. His saphire blue eyes are the first thing i see. A think scar runs aross the side of his right eye .Stra

Clad in a plain black shirt as he walks through the door way. I walk to the dj set, and ask him to turn it doesn't. He does as I grab the mic and tap on it before speaking into it, catching everyone attention. “Hello~ lovely ladies and gentlemen” I catch a glimpse of Zion moving along with the crowd. “I know you are enjoying but do you know what's this bash for?” I ask, eyeing Zion who finally makes it in the front. “Tonight's Bash is for my amazing brother Zion” I drag the word ‘amazing’ in a slow silly way before adding,

And from the ashes— A queen walked away.

Only at this moment did I truly understand that a woman should pursue power above all else. The dinner began. Luke stood on the stage, delivering a passionate and hopeful speech before finally announcing loudly, "Now, let us all welcome the Queen of the Werewolves with the greatest respect!" "Your Majesty!" The crowd bowed in perfect unison, their voices echoing through the grand hall as they awaited my arrival. I wore an extravagant outfit. Its intricate embroidery and dazzling gemstones sparkled under the lights. On my head sat the unique crown of the Silverfang Pack. It was a symbol of power and honor.

' She typed in her user ID and password before leaning back and clicked enter. A string of words that read, 'WELCOME BACK TO WSR A, PHANTOM' appeared on the screen. She was about to place her hand on the mouse when strings of messages exploded on the screen. Big Nick: Eh... Phantom is online. TsoRukshi: NEWS FLASH! The King is online. King is online. Player#25: You guys should come online. Phantom is online. Big Nick: It seems there will be lots of dead bodies in today's war *grins*

he cried. I stopped walking and looked at the man who had once been the untouchable prince of Saphira's elite circle. Now, he was nothing more than a mad beggar without an ounce of his former dignity. I felt neither sympathy nor satisfaction at his downfall. The only thing left was a sense of peace, as I had completely let go of the past. I said, "Live well, Wayne. Carry the debt you owe me and spend a long life in the damning swamp you've created for yourself."