His Lost Queen Novels & Stories

But even as she said it, I could see in her face that she knew it wasn't. The woman in the photograph wasn't just anyone. She was Queen Elena. The lost Queen. The one who'd disappeared twenty-five years ago with her infant daughter. The one whose bloodline carried not just Alpha power, but something older. Something that could break any curse. Something that could change everything. And somewhere in the distance, I could hear the sound of cars approaching. The Council, they are coming to witness the return of a Queen who never knew she was royal. They are coming to witness the moment everything changed.

I never imagined he lost his only child as well. Jessica scoffed, shooting me a snide look, "You're definitely as dumb as you look," Her crew chuckled and she sauntered towards me, bumping her shoulder against the brunette, effectively pushing her to the side, "Do you not read your history books? Or are there no books where you live?" I frowned, stunned at her behavior, "Excuse me?" Her coffee-brown eyes narrowed even further and I returned the gesture, She glared down at me contemptuously as she continued, "The Queen died birthing him, hence why the King never married all these centuries, torn about losing his mate and son the same day."

When I glanced back, his eyes held something strange, pride… and fear. The rogues pressed their fists to their hearts, bowing deeper. “Elena of the Lost,” Marwin declared loudly, voice shaking with emotion, “we name you Queen of the Forgotten.” I swallowed hard. “I’m not who you think I am…..” “You’re alive, you’re brave, and you saved us,” Marwin said. “That is enough.” The crowd murmured again: “Our Queen.” “Our Queen.” “Our Queen.” My heart pounded so hard I felt dizzy. The twins stirred against my chest like they sensed the shift.

After the Queen left, she summoned presence with the King and whispered to him the Queen’s decision to leave. All sorts of emotions surged through the King who had no idea but for an instant realized who he had just lost. The loss of the Queen made him jealous and embarrassed if it were to be known she had left him for an upstart, an alchemist no less. Immediately, he summoned his soldiers and best, fastest horses to catch up on the lovers who were now, he surmised, in the desert, on foot.

*** At the same time, deep beneath the Quaranta estate. Carlo stood outside a cell, staring at Gina inside. She was gone. Slumped on the floor, bruised and broken, rocking as she whispered, "Carlo loves me... I'm the Donna... I'm the Chisari principessa..." Carlo opened the door and stepped in. Footsteps. Gina looked up—and laughed, wild and sharp. "Carlo... you came. I knew you still loved me..." He crouched in front of her. No warmth. No mercy.

"I have bad news and good news, please which would you like to hear first?" "Bad news" Erika said from behind and the doctor gave a nod. "The bad news is that we lost the queen." He said without breaking eye contact with the twins. Zayn and Zayden froze together with Erika at those words. They lost the Queen? "What do you mean about losing The Queen?" Zayden asked with a frown and the doctor nodded pitifully. "The Queen is dead." At those words, Zayden starggard backwards, Erika immediately trying to hold him from falling.

She was really, really gone. “We’ll do a proper queen’s burial,”Jace muttered under his breath as their entire pack was shuddering, crying, and howling from the pain of their king and the pain of losing their new queen. “She was a part of us already, We’ll send her off like one.”

They all came to a conclusion that maybe it is because she seemed very innocent, that older men would always prefer younger women. After leaving the voicemail, she got up from her bed. She slid the door which handle was made of golden metal, walked out into the balcony and spread her arms in front of her, touched the metal railing which was made of wood, and the balcony wall made of glass. She closed her eyes and breathed, then put her right hand on her chest. She opened her eyes, and whispered, "I am going after you, Jonathan Albertson. No matter what." She went back in the room, slid the door closed behind her and dialed a number. "Hi," she said cheerfully. "Yes, please, a ticket to Los An

“And you don’t need to worry. I’ve no hopes of making a comeback. All my limbs had been cut off – my people, my loyal supporters destroyed. What can I do now but spend my life away like this? I’ve long given up. I didn’t call you here for malicious means. I only wanted to see you. You remind me a whole lot of your mother. Sometimes I see a wisp of her soul in you. She was a kind-hearted woman.” The Queen reached out and patted Alicia’s cheek, her eyes watery. Her wrinkled face spoke many stories. She had left her dreams in the mud of history and never to see its ending end. She built her kingdom out of splintered spine and blood, but it was no longer. Alicia felt the sincerity in her voice.

"The queen lost herself during that war. The sight of her empire being reduced to ashes, and her people all dying in an unfair fight… until her griffin, Yalck, was the only one left… made her burst out and lost all control, and she unleashed everything that she had. All her magic was used up. She even went to the extent of burning her soul to increase to potency of her magic. Her heart had been numbed many years ago and had darkened that she fought without mercy by herself, killing Drektus, rebellious party and other races even her own husband. She killed him so mercilessly without batting even an eye. However, she was already dying too because of the poison. But the queen was determined to