His Lost Queen Novels & Stories

At the center of the chamber stood a massive stone table, covered in scrolls and tomes, some so old they looked as if they’d crumble at a single touch. “This is it,” Killian said, his voice low with reverence. “The Lost Histories.” Lyra stepped forward, running her fingers along the edge of the table. Dust lifted into the air, disturbed by her presence. These texts - this knowledge - had been hidden for a reason. “Start searching,” she said, turning to Kane. “We need to know everything about the First Queen - and what she left unfinished.” Kane gave a sharp nod before moving toward the shelves, scanning their inscriptions. Killian remained still for a moment, his gaze lingering on the murals

“You know, I once saw a younger version of myself in you—fiery, power-hungry, full of spirit. I favoured you for my son. But now, I’m beginning to doubt your capability. Neither sharp wit nor good strategy seems to be your strength. I never liked Darina—she’s an outsider and Claus’s daughter, and he’s not my favourite person—but more and more, she proves to be smart, strong, and balanced.” “But you helped me before...” “I never helped you plot against my daughter-in-law. You have a wild imagination.” Jackie was fuming, but she knew better than to insult the Queen. “My Queen, I’ll prove to you that I’m worthy.” “I’d be happy to see it,” the Queen said with a sly smile, then waved the maids ba

"You've seen him? Tell me everything! What was he like? Was he...?" I hesitated. He hadn't looked well. Sun-baked, yes, but also… worn. "He looked different than in the picture. His skin was tanned, and... he wasn't in the best condition. But it was him. I'm sure." A shadow fell over the Queen's face. She sank back into her chair, the locket clutched tightly in her hand. "Oh Adrian," she murmured, more to herself than to me. "He always was a free spirit. A wild heart. He... he fell in love with a man, Adrian. Someone the monarchy could never accept. He chose love over duty, and... and we lost him." Her voice cracked, and I felt a pang of sympathy for this powerful woman, stripped bare by a m

Kael’s grip tightened around my hand instinctively. The Queen looked toward him gently. “So I destroyed the second throne before the Trial could finish.” Another memory erupted violently outward. The first ruler reaching desperately for her while the second throne shattered apart beneath silver moonlight. “Please,” he begged brokenly. “Do not do this.” The Queen cried openly while existence collapsed around them. “I would rather lose eternity than lose you.” Then she destroyed the throne. And immediately, the Devourer awakened beneath reality. The memory shattered apart violently. Back in the fractured realm, horror spread across the celestial court.

“Because if you do, I will make sure every soul in this palace knows the truth.” The Queen’s eyes narrowed, glinting like steel. “And what truth would that be?” “That you,” I hissed, leaning closer, “were the one who killed her. You gave the order. You wanted her gone. Isabelle Rosewyn—who gave everything to this Crown, who bled for it, who devoted her life to the people of this realm—you destroyed her. Because her brilliance threatened you. Because her fire burned brighter than yours.” For the first time, the Queen’s composure cracked. Her eyes widened—just a flicker, a sharp intake of breath. Then, as quickly as it came, it vanished. Her lips curved again, but the smile was tighter now.

She died in her throne chair, with her bloody crown on her head, they made her body the spectacle of the kingdom reminding the power not only The Royal Blood can have. Yubin was sure that this is that novel. The title of the book was 'Lost Queen' a tragic romance story, written by: Olavier Belet an English/Japanese author... The novel he wrote was about 20 years ago, it was a novel it never got the ideal reads since it can't be read below 18-year-old, this book has too many fetish scenes and blood that might cause a child to dream a nightmare... So it was privately banned, so few people we're able to get this book before it gets banned.

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

🌷 M O N G R E L 🌷 "Think like a queen. A queen is not afraid to fail. Failure is another stepping stone to greatness." .•●•. ⚘THE VENETIAN EMPIRE ⚘ "Bring her back!" Demetrius yelled at the top of his voice. "I can't!" Merlin snapped and stated, "she had to transform on her own, if she can fight it we'll have her back, if she can't then she's simply gone."

“Why?” A wry line carves itself on her face. “Children tend to vanish when they venture too far from home. I would hate for any of you to end up like the lost heirs,” she says, and I think she meant it as a joke because her dreary eyes shine with dark humour, but I also think it was a sincere warning. “The lost… heirs?” I repeat questioningly, hopefully a worthy prompt for an elucidation. A ghoulish glint sparks in Hilda’s dull eyes. “The lost heirs; twins that braved into the woods. Rumours speculate that it was to visit their favourite spot by the lake which they visited religiously, but one day… they never returned.”