His Lost Queen Novels & Stories

Against all odds. But holding is not the same as winning. And eventually, they could not hold anymore. I turned the page. And found a portrait. Just a sketch, really. Pen and ink. Faded with age. A woman. She was not young in the portrait, but she was not old either. She was somewhere in between, in that particular place where a person stops looking like what they were and starts looking like what they are. Her hair was loose. Her expression was not afraid. Mira. Last Queen of the Witch Covens. Keeper of the High Flame. Killed in the forty-third year of the Crimson War by Aldric the Elder, great-great-grandfather of the current Alpha King.

And the true mate bond with Darius called to her like a siren song from the future summit. She dressed for the day in another elegant gown, the perfect Luna mask firmly back in place. But inside, the queen was rising. The whispers in the dark had only just begun.

The loss of control. “Wrong answer,” I murmur. Because there is no right answer. There never was. I step back. Run a hand through my hair. My chest is rising too fast now. Too uneven. I need… No. I don’t need anything. They do. They need to pay. All of them. For her. For Elena. For Maeve. For every girl who didn’t make it out. “They took our queen,” I mutter, voice rough now, accent thicker, heavier. “Thought they could get away with it.” I laugh. Low. Empty. “They must’ve lost their fuckin’ minds.”

Soon the Queen engulfs Deloris in a hug while tears continue streaming down both of their cheeks. With the two crying in each other’s arms, Deloris chokes out, “My brothers. Katherine. What…” Her voice cracks and trails off. However, she doesn’t have to finish her question. The Queen hugs her daughter tighter. “Your brothers survived but aren’t too good. Katherine is in better shape. However, she lost the baby.” With each sentence, the Queen’s voice trembles more, as more sobs seep through.

The answer they hated. Kael closed his eyes briefly. The Chamber waited. The stars watched. Finally he spoke. "The First Queen is gone." Silence filled the room. Lyra felt the pain behind the words. Thousands of years of grief. Thousands of years of waiting. A tiny part of him had always hoped. Always wished. Always searched. The Chamber accepted the truth. The vision of the First Queen appeared. Smiling. Then fading into silver light. At peace. Gone. The memory vanished.

He didn't know if she was evil or not, he didn't know if she was truly a witch or a lycan but Darach was sure about one thing and that was that Darach had fallen in love with her and he was too blinded by his hatred to see that before. He came to know his mate's importance when he was on the verge of losing her or had he lost her already? "You will never be able to find this path again. I'll be forever lost to you love." The Queen whispered to Darach, the Queen who never had a chance to be soft. The Queen who was always bloody knuckles and shards of glass. A Queen who just wanted people to be afraid of hurting her. A Queen who was abandoned by everyone who was supposed to love her. . .

The loss of their queen had united them in collective mourning, reminding them of the fragility of life and the importance of cherishing every moment. As time passed, King Alaric found solace in the presence of his new friend, Princess Sophia. Her unwavering support and understanding provided him with a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness. Together, they navigated the long and arduous journey of healing, finding strength in each other's love and resilience. The memory of the queen remained etched in the hearts of the people, and her legacy would forever be honored. The kingdom of Myriad slowly began to heal, guided by the enduring spirit of their departed queen and the unwavering love of a g

“But at what cost?” The Queen laughed softly. “At every cost. I lost Theron. I lost Myra. I lost Zayn. I lost myself. But I kept her. Because without her…” Her voice broke. “I forgot why I ever fought at all.” Liora stepped forward. “You don’t have to stay broken. That’s not who we are.” The Queen’s gaze sharpened. “That’s who you are. I’m the one who couldn’t carry it. I had to cheat time just to breathe again.”

As the darkness swallowed her whole, Sarah managed one last thought: she should have trusted her instincts. =========+========+========+========+========+========+========+======== ONLY IF FOR A NIGHT As Jackie was getting ready for the night, her mind drifted to thoughts of how she’s been buried deep in the trenches of grief after the death of her mom for the past few years. Through university, she drowned herself in textbooks, losing herself in the words until they twisted and blurred into an unreadable mess. Nights bled into one another, spent in clubs and strangers’ beds, chasing something she couldn’t even name, anything to numb the ache of loss. It was a cruel, endless cycle, one that

The longing and the love she wanted to give to her child, she poured it to Sean and Marcus. “Please forgive me…” Dianne mumbles still sobbing. Jamie smiles with tears in her eyes, but without a trace of hate or anger reflecting on her. “But how did you know it was me? I remembered I’ve met Mr. King several times but he seems not to recognize me.” – Jamie. “That’s because he doesn’t really know you. The only man that knows who you are, died at that hospital.” “Mommy... despite everything, I am still happy.” Dylan intervened and just like his real mother, he smiled with tears in his eyes.