Harry Potter Is Knighted By The Queen Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“It’s good you still remember your age! Have you seen Prince Char Locetag? Humph! Girls are lining up to marry him! What about you? Don’t tell me you don’t have a girl in your heart?” “I don’t have one,” Xavier admitted, looking down. “You—! You’re hopeless!” The king threw his hands in the air, shaking his head in exasperation. As he stormed toward the door, he stopped and turned, a glint of mischief in his eyes. “Hara is the Chosen Lady. Don’t embarrass me.” Xavier’s ears perked up at this. Was that a hint? But what did it mean? In the adjacent room, the queen poured a glass of tea for Rara, her expression laced with concern.

Nate had to slap my hand when I attempted to peak outside and giggled. "Stop that!" He scolded me. I pouted. "But they're knights!" "And I am a vampire prince." I gasped as my eyes sparkled with an interesting thought. "Are they vampire knights too!?" I squealed and got my hand slapped again when my hand touched the curtains. "Rose!" "But they're knights!" I said again. Then a slow grin started to spread on my face, fueled with excitement. "Who could also be vampire knights!" "And this is why the Queen doesn't want you to know about the knights." Nate grunted and folded his arms across his chest.

'No, this is real,' he exclaimed. Yes, I plan to make my intentions known in the forest. I feel something for her. Is she the chosen one from the bloodline to be my queen? Queen of the Iron Throne? He strolled past the maid quarters and into the royal Court, exchanging pleasantries with his council. The man holds out a white sheet of paper written in black. Kohl nods and accepts it. "Awesome," he says after reviewing the names on the list.

The vines and greenery intertwined as the jewels shined in the sunlight. “Now is time to finalize the ceremony with the rightful royal bloodline to hold the royal crest on their chest. Queen Nina will be branded with the symbol of Royality. Like a mating mark, the queen must hold a royal mark. Please stay in your seat and be quiet as your queen needs to focus now.” Harry said and then walked off the stage and around back. Theresa guiding me to a cot on the side of the stage I didn’t even realize was there. She helped me lay down as Wyatt held my hand.

he snarls viciously, seething at the mouth, still lost to his rage. The Queen leads us down a flight of poorly lit stairs on trembling limbs. Reaching the bottom, she shakes her head at the two Knights she has guarding the area as they raise their weapons at us. “No,” the Queen whispers, cradling her injured hand. “She is the Blessed One.” Instantly, they turn away, facing the frigid walls with their heads bowing in shame. The moment I spot Zion on his knees with his hands chained and suspended above his head. I yank Jajas sword out of his hand, swinging it with everything I have, and I break the links of the chain.

When I reached the raised dais, the Queen held out a ceremonial sword—silver and storm-blue, lightning etched along the blade. I knelt. Her voice lowered, but carried: “Rise, Lady Abigail Stormhart. The Storm Knight.” When I stood, cloak draped around my shoulders, I didn’t just feel like the main character anymore. I felt untouchable. And as I turned to face the hall again, Alaric waiting for me at the bottom of the steps, his smirk was the kind that said: That’s my woman now. Norma, from the side, whispered loud enough for several knights to hear:

he lifted his chin, making sure she saw his amusement, "And you shouldn't be this haughty when you know YOU don't have the spine during quaking pleasure." She chuckled in disbelief, "What do you think your dick is? Magic that renders one incapable of thoughts?" His impatience with her pace had him pushing himself up and standing before her in a heartbeat. The dancing in her eyes disappeared; in its place, her blue darkened with expectations. "You've spent days toiling hard for it, though." he caressed her hair, basking in the texture of pure silk, and winked, "It's unkind if you don't give the magic stick its flowers."

She asks and I look up at her. "I accept." I say and we smile at each other before a bright white light shines. I close my eyes to shield them and when I open them again, I'm back at the ceremony. I look to my side to find Aiden staring at me. We all get up and I look at my hand. The would has healed properly and I smile. "To our King Aiden Joshua King and our Queen Mackenzie Roseline Lathen." Alex announces as they place crowns on our heads. The crowd burst into cheers. They are clapping and whistling as we step forward as their new leaders.

I could tell by the expression on Dad's face, that Dad cannot believe that this being is actually standing before him. "I come by the order of Lady Korah. The Lady of the black cat coven..." The wizards says, when Ketura minions starts whispering "...to summon Miss Hermione Crofus; daughter of Mr. Christain Crofus into the coven's meeting happening in a moon’s time!" He hollers, stamping his long rod and disappearing into thin air. Gasps rent into the rent. The royal staffs panic. Everything seems to halt. I feel numb. Me? But why?

She was surprised that it was warm and only took a small sip, not wanting to be poisoned once again. "Lovely that you have joined us," Ishild said and dabbed at a drop of blood that hung on the corner of her lips. "Tomorrow Kingsley is to be crowned king and he has requested that you join him as queen," she said looking over at Saffron. Saffron blanched. "I cannot be queen," she stammered her eyes flickering to Elric's. Smoke had begun to pour furiously from his nose, and she saw his jaw clench, but Ishild's hold on him kept him from moving.