From Slave To Queen Novels & Stories

Mia pushed me forward and Jace walked in my direction, and led me to the spot where he was standing. All eyes on me. My father, stepmother, and Elena alongside Jayden. "Never!" a voice broke through the void. "Never would a slave be our queen." Who was that?"

Instead, I redirected my steps towards the queen. As I entered the grand room, the queen turned her attention towards her, a warm smile gracing her regal features. Approaching me, she gently cupped her face, a gesture filled with affection and pride. "My dear, tomorrow marks the day of your mating ceremony with Axel," the queen announced, her voice carrying a mix of excitement and tenderness. "After that, you will officially become my daughter, and our kingdom will rejoice in your union."

"I'm your Mistress, your Owner... Don't forget that you're breathing because I'm being complacent." I remembered when I had said that she would only breathe when I wanted her to... How much the vampires had admired her strength of will... That she would make an excellent warrior... All the signs are that they've managed to do just that: turn the slave into someone much greater. I don't know if I'm a warrior yet, but certainly a ruler. The door opens behind her back, and I see the same boy who was on the practice court and in the study room come in carrying a bucket.

"The little slave who thinks she is special now because she is mated to the executioner." "Please just leave me alone." I managed to whisper, but my voice came out so weak it was pathetic. Hunter laughed and it was an ugly sound that made my skin crawl. "You really think you matter now, don't you? You are still just a worthless slave who got lucky, but that luck is about to run out because you will be dead soon anyway." He moved closer and I backed up, my entire body trembling until I hit the stone railing of the balcony and had nowhere else to go.

Occasional maids and guards stooped respectively in respect and panic at the harsh figure, the prominent Queen herself. "Yes, my queen!" Lady Macbeth replied. "You know very well how the slave's rules follow, right?" "Yes, my queen!” "Good, but this time it would deviate, for my Alpha slave, his wife, and his people," Queen Isle solely informed. Lady Macbeth and Shawn shared a confused look and stared back at the Queen curiously for an explicit explanation. Queen Isle remained tight-lipped as they strolled, a lot was utilized in her mind as they got to the entrance of the throne hall.

I felt like an ornament left forgotten in a corner, silently moving through this golden, dazzling cage. In the mornings, I woke on that excessively large bed, the space beside me cold and untouched. Outside the enormous floor-to-ceiling windows lay perfectly manicured gardens, but I had no desire to look. The servants delivered breakfast on time, plated like works of art, yet they never spoke more than necessary. They would bow slightly and leave, eyes downcast, though I sensed subtle disdain and scrutiny beneath the courtesy. They called me “Miss Lane,” not “Mrs.”

she replies. The Queen watches her in the mirror, her expression thoughtful but proud. “You will be ready when the time comes,” she says calmly. Outside, the footsteps return. Closer this time. Heavier. Not hurried in joy, but driven by urgency. A murmur rises in the corridor. Low voices. Sharp whispers. Still, inside the chamber, no one pays attention. “Bring the jewels,” the Queen orders. A servant rushes forward with a small carved box, placing it carefully on the nearby table. The lid opens to reveal rows of glittering pieces, gold and gemstones catching the morning light.

he growled. “I am a slave.” Rachel bowed to Jade. “How? She doesn’t know the ritual of making you anything.” “No, but I do.” The Queen was present. “You promised your bride her mother was to be brought here, you were going against your word. Tsk, tsk.” She said walking around him. “My Queen.” A man came running to her, with her hood, he bowed to her feet. “Thank you.” She said as he helped her put it on.

I got up off the floor and tried my best to curtsy, but my legs were still numb from the cold floor. “Bring her some food! Now!” The queen ordered and the guard scurried away. The queen took a step forward, stretching out her hand in my direction, and I instinctively flinched. “Oh, dear.” She sounded incredibly sad, as her eyes filled with tears. “I want you to know that I’ve never agreed to this kind of treatment. I’ve never agreed with the practice of slavery. I know my son rejected you, and I want to help you. I want to help him, but he is so damn stubborn!” The queen sounded as though she was rambling and I felt really confused.

She hoped for a moment of respite, a chance to gather herself and find clarity amidst the chaos of her emotions. However, her path was interrupted as she noticed Bree approaching with a procession of slaves behind her, trays laden with delectable treats. Leanda hesitated, contemplating whether to continue on her way or acknowledge Bree's presence. Before she could make a decision, Bree called out to her, commanding her to stop. “Stop Slave!” Leanda paused, feeling a sense of resignation wash over her. She knew that defying Bree's orders was not an option, given her position as the queen and the power she held over Leanda.