His Lost Queen Novels & Stories

The witchcraft that they had appointed to save her failed at saving her life, but they reached there at that instant, captivating the body of her and fighting off the evil, not letting them take it away along them. But Ana was no more among us. The king cried for months at the loss of her, and he started getting weaker and weaker. He couldn't take the loss of her, the queen was crippled by the news, that she couldn't talk for the rest of her life, and got hit by coma sooner. It was the second greatest loss that they suffered. The queen was no more than a body, with a beating heart lying away in the castle, with maids taking care of her.

Quai says as he takes a step towards Syn, towering over him. “Your what?” Syn asks, clearly not able to connect the very close together dots. “My sister. The Princess and soon to be Crown Princess of the Kingdom. You know, the woman that you blatantly rejected.” Quai quips. Syn’s eyes meet mine and I hold his gaze. I wish I could have taken a photo when the realization made its way into his eyes. I saw all the things I had hoped to see. Understanding. Regret. Dejection. In one crashing wave he was clearly overwhelmed by exactly what his one choice had lost him. And unsurprisingly, following all of those emotions his tell tale temper reared its face and that anger I knew all too well came out

“If everyone soon to comeback, your father was no exemption, don't you think?” The Queen could only smiled and then she turned her back as if to say good bye, then she said, not facing one of them, “This is just an assurance, but everyone who lose, who gone missing, thought have died, possibly watching on where they were at the moment.” Then the Queen vanished, with only the golden glow remained to surround the both of them. Then it vanished as soon the tomb turned to dust. And they could feel that something changed, there's gold in one strand of their hair.

And now, he was gone. But in the midst of the chaos and the bloodshed, in the heart of her grief, a new, more profound reality was about to emerge. The queen, a strategist of chilling efficiency, a ruler of a new, peaceful empire, was about to become a sovereign, a ruler of a brutal, unforgiving world. The mother, a fierce protector, a lioness, was about to become a Queen, a leader, a force of nature. The love, a fire that had been extinguished by betrayal and grief, was now a full-blown inferno, a new, more terrifying reality. The queen had died. The sovereign had been born.

My breath catches. Queen? I ask Xander steps up beside me. “That’s you.” “No,” I say. “It can’t be me.” But something inside me whispers: It is. “I was a queen?” I say softly. “How could I forget that?” Lena crosses her arms. “Okay, I’m sorry, but none of this makes sense. You’re saying you were a queen in some lost magic city? That you had powers and a whole kingdom? How do people just forget that?”

“You’d hand the kingdom to outsiders before letting your grandson rule?” “He’s not just my grandson,” the Queen said coldly. “He’s the son of the bloodline I buried for a reason.” Ceres stepped back, scrolling in her hand, horror written across her face. “I don’t even recognize you anymore.” “Then you’ve finally opened your eyes,” the Queen said softly. Outside, the wind howled against the stone tower like a beast mourning a lost child. Ceres turned and stormed out, scroll tucked into her cloak. The queen stood alone, gazing at the fire.

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.

This was a loss of my quiet life, the small, ordinary, anonymous life I had struggled to attain. I didn't know what to do first. Panic clawed at my chest. I took my phone and instantly called Rowan so that I had a voice to ground on. "Rowan, I... I can't." "I will not," I responded immediately, and he took a reply. "I don't want to be queen. I can't. They are going to steal everything from me. My freedom, my privacy, all I have created. I don't want this life. I never asked for this. Please... don't do this to me."

"Enough, Isabella! I shook my head and cried even harder. I knelt before him. “Ryan! You know how much I love you. Please… don’t do this to me. He shoved me to the floor as he glared at me aggressively. His face was red with anger. I cried and looked up at him. “Ryan… Have some shame, Isabella! At least save a little dignity for yourself. I bit my lip and shook my head slowly. “I would rather lose my pride than lose you,Ryan. He stared at me mockingly. “Have you gone mad, Isabella? I cried. “Ryan… He shook his head firmly. “I don’t want you here anymore, Isabella. I tried to hold his hand, but he turned away and began walking away. I wanted to follow him, to run after him, but I felt too wea

"We have plenty of advisors who know about ruling and governance—Athena could plan empires in her sleep, and I've spent centuries learning how to maintain order. But what we need now is someone who understands beauty, who values connection over control, who sees the world not as something to be ruled but as something to be cherished and nurtured." He stood and walked to the window, placing his hands on the sill as he looked out at the growing city of Athens in the distance. "When I first became king, I thought my job was to make order out of chaos—to impose my will on the world and shape it into something perfect. But last night, watching mortals and gods create beauty together without anyon