From Slave To Queen Novels & Stories

I said wiping my tears 0o0o0o The word of Dances With Wolves' betrothal to me has spread like wildfire all over the kingdom. Men and women have been coming up to me and they kiss my hand as if I were already a royal. The treatment has been larger than life for me. Two female servants stand outside of the door all day and two stood all night for me in case I need something. Cesar has ordered that my chair is situated next to his at the end of the table. When the servants said that the previous queen's dining throne had been ruined with the ages, he'd ordered a newer, more splendid one to be built in

He shakes his head at me before rising from his seat and making his way out of my study. I gaze into the fire, letting my thoughts stray back to a time where I thought I had it all figured out. It turns out that I was just as wrong then as I am now. Brutus is right, I have to keep my distance from the human and treat her as nothing more than a slave in my kingdom.

he said and shrugged. I nodded. I needed to get used to it. Nikolai intended for us to remain their King and Queen. It would do me good to get used to having a slave to assist me. If I was going to be the Vampire Queen, I needed to act like it. "We need to start getting ready or else we will be late," he said and extended his hand in the direction of the slaves. All of them stood up from their position, took off their leashes from their hooks and one by one placed them in the palm of Nik's hand. They kneeled again.

Making it harder for one of a mated pair to cheat on the other once connected by the mate mark. The Ancient King then turns her over, so she is now lying on her stomach, he then slams his cock back inside her treating her like a slave is to be treated, taking his pleasure once more only this time as he reaches his release his canines lengthen once more and he is drawn to mark the Queen with Larvix's slave mark.

"That is why we have the beta and the gamma to do the works, if the king is not so available." The queen mother said, now turning her attention towards the slave who stood not quite far from her, as the pure blooded werewolf strode towards the slave, she wondered, who the hell she was, there was something about the slave she couldn't place her fingers on, as she came closer, she watched the slave bulk in fear, she gave a joyful smile, as a high werewolf, she loves it when a lower creature shakes in fear because of her, that was why she was a pure blooded werewolf, the first generation werewolf.

Tying up her hair in a ponytail, she left the room and began walking through the hallway that led to her formal quarters. "Look who we have here, the special slave who thinks she could squeeze herself into the master's heart" she heard from her back and stopped walking. Turning around to see who it was that could say such a thing about her. She never in any way tried to squeeze herself into the master's heart nor does she even have eyes for the master. She just doesn't have a choice but to do what the master wants since he owes her so why would they say such ill words to her.

The illusion queen shouted with a joyful face. "Hahaha, it's time for all of you to become my slaves. With my current body, you won't be able to save yourselves or run away from here." The illusion queen looked at the queen and the others with enthusiasm. At that moment, a giant illusion queen emerged from the lotus. The figure was surrounded by pink light and was very large. The illusion queen smiled as she looked down at everyone below her who looked small in her eyes. These small figures would become her slaves and her loyal army. Even if they were asked to die, they would surely die for her.

I am a woman like you, and I know what a desperate woman can do, even if it means selling off her body. "Yes, you should know, since as a woman in desperation, you killed your own sister to be queen," I said within me. "I don't think any of the top leaders would stoop so low," I said. "After all, I am but a slave." "One with a big appetite for things that belong to royalty," she retorted. "You are a slave whose throat is long and itchy for things that you wouldn't originally get. You have succeeded in luring these things to yourself. You even made my husband, the Alpha, get clothes for you."

“Kael belongs to me. I am the only one worthy of standing beside him on that throne!” Grandfather’s lips curved into a dark, knowing smile. “You mean the undead Tenth Queen?” “The dead Tenth Queen,” I corrected, my voice dropping to a vicious whisper. “I want that human bitch dead, Grandfather. Now.” “Of course, my sweet girl.” He began smoothing the back of my hand, his touch deceptively gentle. “She is already a walking corpse. I will make sure to dismantle anyone who stands in your way.” He pulled me into a tight, comforting hug, whispering directly into my ear, “You are destined to be our queen, Benita. No slave can change that.”

He spit the word ‘she’ like poison, making it clear exactly what he thought of me. The air went still. Ronan’s hand slipped into mine, firm and unyielding. His voice was a blade when he answered. “She is your queen. So you better watch your tone.” Even the air went still. Queen. The bomb. For a second, there was silence. And then chaos erupted. Voices rose all at once—shocked gasps, angry protests, frantic whispers. The war table rattled as fists slammed against it. Noble wolves surged to their feet, snarling in outrage.