Harry Potter Fanfiction The Queen Takes Charge Novels & Stories

My wolf growled, raged at the condescension in her voice. This was what she wanted, I realized, to be the benevolent princess in the face of the jealous, visiting Luna. And I walked right into her trap. Who would believe my word over the Princess? Foolishly, I believed my mate would. But the question of why remains. “Enough!” The Queen shouts, rising to her feet. “This spectacle is over. Alpha Keith, the potion.” The order was clear. I was out of time. Panicked, I gazed at Keith. I tried to pull away, but my body was useless beneath the hold of the spell. His hand flexes around a small bottle, a war raging between his flashing eyes.

I exclaimed, spreading my arms as if to ward off anyone that may come to drag Sabrina away. “Very well,” the queen muttered with a drawl, her eyes which were burning with rage seconds ago turned clear. “Change. You should be leaving soon.” “Y – Yes.” I couldn’t shake off the feeling that I’d played right into the queen’s trap. With shaky hands, I reached into a drawer and pulled out the old and faded box. Sabrina took the necklace from me and with tears in her eyes, she fastened it around my neck. The choker fit snuggly against my throat and the queen’s eyes sparkled when she saw it on me. Sabrina was about to put away the diamond necklace when the queen stopped her.

"Take me there." "No," Charlotte intervened, apparently coming out shock herself. She took my right wrist and tugged me a step away from the man. "You have to stay here and keep the party going. I will go with Abigail to them." I was shaking my head, my spirit, soul and body no longer here with them. What does she mean by ‘keep the party going’? How could I do that when at this moment I could hardly maintain a clear head? "Look at me!" Charlotte commanded, grasping my shoulders to steady me. "You are the Queen and in the absence of your King, you must keep things going!" Tears shone in my eyes. Please, she should not mention the word 'absence'

I heard another elder ask, as the murmuring grew louder so Harry could hear them. "No one dares to question his majesty or her highness. Leave now, unless you want to be tortured!" Harry roared at them, and some still stubbornly asked Harry, "But his majesty just told us now that he needs a dragon mate. Is his queen not a dragon too? What's going on in the royal palace?" "Guards!! Get me my iron whip!" Harry roared out, and not one more question was asked. All the elders started running away, knowing that Harry was ruthless. The field became silent as the crowds all went back home.

I am utterly in awe of the beautiful creature in front of me. “Our mate.” Rohan mutters dreamily. “Our queen.” I agree.

When Charlie saw that the queen was even leaving the most basic tactfulness behind, he knew that she had already been completely won over by the Rejuvenating Pill. With her previous near-death experience, the Rejuvenating Pill would definitely become her only pursuit for the rest of her life. So, Charlie would no longer have to worry about the queen having any bad thoughts or intentions toward Helena. The queen would definitely do as she said and help Helena wield power with all of her might during the handover of the throne in three days.

She chuckled on seeing his stunned expression, “I overhead your talk with my daughter. It’d would have been better if you’d given the girl to Gerard that time at the forest” Gerard shot a glare at Chan, “And you told me you shut at a squirrel”. Chan staggered from his seat. He didn’t need to be ratted out. The Queen was a witch herself that heard all conversations. He began breathing heavily, “How'd I know you’d not kill her? What good is she to you as a catalyst?” he dropped the honorifics. He didn’t regret it even if the King fumed. “As a catalyst, she would increase his powers. The job of a mate to a werewolf is the same as a catalyst to him” the Queen declared.

Rowan's mouth curved into a dark, approving smirk that I felt somewhere deep in my chest. Across the city, Harrington was about to receive a broken man and two words that would keep him awake for days. Because the girl he thought he could break had become something he never planned for. She hadn't hidden. She hadn't flinched. She hadn't run. She'd flooded his operative into the mud using garden infrastructure and sent him home as a message. The Queen doesn't hide. She adapts. And the King? He'd finally realized that to survive what was coming

The voices inside were lower than the fire’s crackle, heavy with unease. “She’s changed,” came Lord Marius’s voice, sharp as brittle glass. “Did you see her eyes? Silver. That’s not our Queen - it’s something else.” “She walks like herself, speaks like herself… but she’s not the same,” said another. A younger councilman, Lord Halren, the nervous one who always adjusted his collar when he lied. “She holds that power like it belongs to her. Like she’s already replaced the First Queen.” “She is the First Queen,” muttered one of the witches. “Or what’s left of her.”

She wants to be near the Queen always, to touch her, to claim her as hers, but she can’t. She is just but a mere doll, and the Queen belongs to the King, whom she is certain would have her head on a chopping block should he learn how she feels about his Queen, and what they have done. Yuelan hides a smile at the blonde cuteness. The red stain on her cheeks makes her very alluring. Unable to help herself, she reaches out to push back the strand of hair blocking the girl’s view. Which she gently tucks behind her ear.