His Lost Queen Novels & Stories

I asked softly. Adrian didn’t answer at once. Instead, he studied me. His gaze was calm, but it felt like it could strip me bare. “I want you to understand,” he said finally. “Everything you’ve been told about this palace, about my family… about the Queen Mother… is only part of the story.” I felt my stomach tighten. “What do you mean?” “The Queen Mother isn’t just testing you,” he continued. “She’s planning something. Something that could destroy the King—or destroy you—if you don’t act first.”

She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to silence the pain seeping into her chest. —Maybe you’ve already lost me —she whispered. A shiver ran down Alejandro’s spine. For the first time, he feared that his queen was slipping away from him—not in body, but in soul. And for that kind of loss… he was not prepared.

"Signing that contract for you was me doing you a favor. What, you were the one who didn't want it, and now you're changing your mind and want to be my bride again?" I frowned. The heir to the Castillo family was this dim. I'll have to tell Grandpa when I get back to do less business with them. Victoria, hearing this, gave a smug smile and turned to Marcus, saying respectfully, "The wedding still needs to happen. Since Miss Aria doesn't want this position, why not give it to someone else?" The next second, the lounge door opened. A young woman in a champagne-colored dress walked in. She was beautiful, no doubt. Blonde hair, blue eyes, her features as perfect as a doll's.

“Sleep together, huh? Of course I'll do it. I am Maia Queen. I will never give up until I die! I will conquer you, Juan O'Neil, until you forget the pain your wife has caused you!” If the Maia Queen is determined, then it will definitely happen.

She doesn't pick it up. But she doesn't push it away either. She just sits there, in the dark corner of a bar that smells like smoke and regret, and wonders how far she's willing to fall to get back what she's lost. Outside, the night grows colder. The mountain holds its breath. And in the shadows, something dark begins to take root.

"No, we don't have that ability. Only the original can do that. She's the beginning of our kind anyway. They call her the Phantom Queen and she is eternal, at least that's what they say. She can manifest her essence in her chosen descendant throughout the centuries hence why they call her the Phantom——something that cannot be seen but she still remains in this world." "So she still exists up to this day? Where is she now?" I sighed, scooting closer and cuddled her on my side. "Nowhere. She'd been long gone since the War of the Triad began eight hundred years ago. Let's say we are indeed a 'cult'. And we were united before under the Phantom Queen Silva who was chosen by the Essence of the Ori

Warmth. Recognition. Something ancient and instinctive. The Queen froze. So did I. Our eyes met. There was no fear in hers. Only ache. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “For what?” I asked quietly. “For losing you.” The words were soft. Not dramatic. Not loud enough to echo. But they landed heavy. I swallowed. “You didn’t lose me,” I said automatically. She held my gaze. “We searched,” she said. “For years.” My throat tightened. The King’s jaw flexed, but he didn’t interrupt.

The Queen yawned, "Boring. I really thought I could have more fun with you." The last sentence was directed at Erebus. He sighed and closed his eyes. It was now really over. Kitty had the wand of the forest, which was now lost to God knows where. He lost his Dim Patronus, lost Metis, and lost his love. He lost everything now, for real. "You have done good." The Queen finally turned to Jane, who was still kneeling on the floor, "Although that wasn't the ending I designed for her, you did me a favor."

“You are not nothing, Queen. You are Wilberforce’s daughter. You are the woman I want for my son. But if you keep pushing him… if you force his hand now, you will lose him for good. Do you understand me?” Queen slumped back on her heels, her mascara-streaked face turned away as she stared at the expensive rug beneath them. The silence stretched, the old clock ticking steadily behind them. She sniffled, wiping her nose with the back of her hand like a child. “He is… he is breaking me, Lady Frances,” she whispered. “I have come too far. I can’t lose him. I won’t.” Lady Frances stroked her hair once more, her sigh low and almost sad.

“You chose the kingdom.” The queen didn't deny it. The honesty hurt. “I did.” The answer echoed through the buried city. Pain flashed across the creature's face—pain so human it was almost impossible to look at. The queen continued. “And I would make the same choice again.” Gasps spread throughout the chamber. Even I stared at her. But she wasn't finished. “I chose millions of lives.” Auren's roar shook the mountain. The queen stepped forward, tears finally escaping her eyes. “I chose them. And I lost you. And I will regret that for the rest of eternity.”