From Slave To Queen Novels & Stories

“Instead, I will marry Meandra. And in doing so, she will no longer be bound by the chains of slavery or silence. She will be my equal—my wife.” The silence that followed was sharp. Then came the disapproval. The kings—three of them—stood to protest. But the final voice, the oldest and sternest among them, raised his hand. “This cannot be allowed to proceed without consideration,” the last king said, gray eyes locked on me. “A slave cannot rise to royalty without earning it.” “She has earned it,” I growled. But he was unmoved. “I cannot let this happened. When it was my turn to have her, you think you can swoop in an keep her for yourself”.

I kept my eyes forward and pretended I didn’t hear them, even though every word scraped. I didn’t get far before a maid stepped into my path. She was older, with sharp eyes and a cloth still twisted in her hands. “Is it true?” she asked, not bothering to lower her voice. “You’re the king’s mate?” The kitchen went quieter. I forced myself to answer. “Yes. I am his mate.” A second maid, younger, let out a short laugh from near the long table. “So we’re going to have a slave as our Luna. What luck.”

she calmly announced. I chuckled at her words. "Never!" I calmly spoke. "Oh really?" She raised her eyebrows. "A queen is never meant to be a slave. I'm Demon's Queen and Flamingo. And no matter whatever you say, you won't be able to change it," I confidently replied. "A queen is never bought from an auction," she gritted. "Which slave is priced at fifty fucking million dollars? No one would dare to pay even five million for you," I rolled my eyes at her.

She says as she opens it. I hear soft gasps all around. So they know her. She flips a few pages of it and then closes it. "How do you find it?" The old lady sitting on the throne asks. "In the Palace." I reply and again I hear gasps around me. The old lady seems unbothered. She turns her head to a girl standing beside her and whispers something. The girl nods and speaks, "With great veneration, queen Ramantha Rooky orders you to be a slave of AI. Your blood will be hers and your hands will be used to contribute in saving the world."

She ran with so much fear and speed that she forgot to knock on Seria's door. She opened the door and ran into the room,breathing heavily. "How dare you barge in on a royal?! " The Queen fumed. The maid knelt down and was shivering before the Queen. "What is the matter? " "The… The slaves… they… they… I… couldn't find them." The maid replied stammering. "What!!? You couldn't find them? " The Queen rushed off to the slave quarters to see for herself. She barged into Alicia's room and was shocked by what she saw.

But then, watching the same people over and over again gets boring overtime. Diving into the book, I reopen to one of my favorite parts of the lycan battles. It is the chapter where the lycan king was brought to his knees by the queen, and makes she him beg her for his life. He wasn’t expecting her, or that she would even do something like that. It is what makes me like it more. I feel like I relate to the queen well. She has always been undermined and underrated, then she wound her full potential and—

“I have never seen a slave look this good. Like royalty.” That hit a nerve. “I am royalty.” I met his gaze this time firmly, as I passed my point across. “I am the Luna. Your Queen. Surely, a queen cannot be a slave, can she?” Alpha Slade went mute, his expression looking thrown off by my response. He clearly wasn’t expecting that. “Sharp tongued.” He smirked finally, his eyes glinting in sadistic pleasure. “I like it. Such a pity Ryker lost you to the Lycan King. But then again, anything can still happen, don’t you think?”

He said a little too harshly. Ohh… “Okay alpha.” I whispered, earning myself a raised eyebrow. “In as much as you’re going to practically be my slave here, I wouldn’t want you to call me Alpha whenever we are alone, you’re not my subject, you’re my mate.” He drawled, looking at me. “Slave?” I asked quietly as that was the only thing I could think of. So it was true, what Raquel had said was true! “Yes slave, my slave. You’ll be more of a sex slave though, I don’t care.” He replied nonchalantly, shrugging his broad shoulders as he spoke.

“It’s not about what you want, little wolf. I am the King and what I say is_” “And I am the Queen, Ashton. I am your fucken Queen. You married me before your-your priest. Do you remember or do you need a rain check?” I couldn't catch my breath. His chest rumbled with a disapproving groan. “You have grown wings.” “You have to respect me.” I vented, not allowing him win this time. “I am not your slave. If you need a slave, you get one.” “We have to produce an heir.”

When they pulled away from each other, he swept an arm out to me. “Magda, this is Queen Willow, mate to King Elbrus Lobo.” For some reason, something inside me withered at his announcement, and I rushed to correct him. “My name is not Lobo, it’s Panchak. I’ve had no formal mating ceremony, so technically, not the queen.” The tiny woman’s eyes glittered as she looked me over, finally, she offered me her hand. When I reached out to shake her hand, she snatched me to her, and bit my wrist, taking a sharp pull of my blood, and releasing me.