His Lost Queen Novels & Stories

When the room was finally empty, Lily sunk to the floor. "Lily, are you okay?" He asked as he knelt down in front of her. "Am I a good Queen?" She asked in a whisper. "Where is this coming from now?" He asked. "Am I doing enough as your Queen?" She sniffled. Jayce sighed heavily. "You're never drinking again." He grumbled. "Come here, love." He reached out and took her into his arms. "You are an amazing Queen. Why would you think otherwise?"

Never had a real meaning. - Shut up, woman. You don't know what you're saying. The queen stands up, making everyone stand up and says: - I said what I had to say. Now you do whatever you want. She turns around and goes back to the pack house. She enters the room and sits down, picking up her embroidery. But she didn't embroider. She simply looked at the cloth and cried. Her heart was broken. Losing Julius had been tough on her. Losing her mate was like a fatal stab in the chest.

She asked me, her hand clasping each other on the table, very attentive to what I would say. Well, I would be saying nothing. Because If I did, she would know that I was lying, except for my story on the chasm. I didn’t know about any chasm. “I am sorry my queen, she has lost her memories. The only thing that she remembers is her name,” Peter spoke, and I almost heaved in relief but for the queen’s stare that was still boring holes in the particulars of my face. Could she just stop staring even for a minute?

The heavy implication wasn’t lost on me, especially when she called me ‘Queen’, saying she’s here for when I’m ready to open up about everything before retiring for the night. I was left with my jaw on the ground, but I shook myself out of it and scoffed, mumbling that’s never going to happen because I’m sick of talking about my abuse thanks to those meetings. Never fucking helped me, so what’s the point? Plus, this Queen shit is getting real old. Another thing that’s never going to happen. I see she’s just as delusional as the others, but at least she’s nice and kind enough to let us stay here. Plus, I could learn a little more about my mother before it’s my time to physically meet her when

Millions of timelines collapsing. Millions of destinies breaking apart. Nysera stumbled backward. Terrified. "Impossible." The Lost Queen stared at Lyra. For the first time since her awakening— She could no longer see the future. And then she whispered: "What did you just become?"

another girl said in disgust. "She lost her crown to Jessica Bane far-dated back, but she still filled with illusion that she is still the queen .Even Jessica Bane is no longer the queen of High society of High Tower High School ever since Lily Winter became Jace's girlfriend the new queen of High Tower High School . Arggh,She so unrealistic !" the blue eye girl scoffed

I do not agree. "I have nothing to lose, Queenie does. She has a daughter." "Ya have your life to lose, a life ya just got back!" I shout, feeling annoyed but more scared that she will do somethin' stupid and I lose her. "A life I've lived for years. Queenie lost her entire life until she met King a year ago. She has more to lose than I do." Ignoring her words, I grab my jacket. "Big King, don't ignore me."

“If you fail to secure an heir, you’ll lose everything. The Moretti name, the sovereign circle, the chair, the future. And I will not let your delays drag this family down.” My pulse hardened.“I understand,” I replied, each word clipped steel. “It’s handled.” “It better be,” he growled. “Your window is closing. Move.” The call ended. The silence after him always felt heavier than his presence. I stood there for a moment, jaw clenched, the city sprawled beneath me like a map of everything I owned and everything I could lose. Aria Russo was no longer an option. She was a necessity. A solution. A body. A womb and a signature to buy my future back.

In my mind, the voice echoed again, closer now, more real than anything I had ever known. "I am waiting," the Lost King whispered. His voice, deep and sorrowful, resonated with the burning mark, forging a direct, terrifying link across time and space. It was a permanent part of me now, a horrifying, beautiful, and inescapable brand. The seer’s words, "Only the Lost King can claim the Shadow Queen," hammered in my skull.

The girl smiles shyly, as I tell her it’s nice to meet her. “And I am Sybella. Or at least, that is the name I will go by here. No one - outside of you, Garrett, and your mate - will know who I truly am. I mean, certainly, they’ll be aware I’m an Oracle, unless you have a witch around who can change my appearance?” I shake my head in awe. “As far as I know there have been no witches in this Kingdom since the former king banned them. All either driven out or murdered.”