His Runaway Queen Novels & Stories

Not a bride. > A queen.

“Before the palace shifts wake guards. One last crash attempt. Through linens again. If that fails, through the King.” My blood goes ice. “Through the King?” I repeat. The runner’s eyes flick to Adrian, then away. “If the Queen doesn’t die, he makes the King break.” Adrian’s voice is quiet and lethal. “How.” The runner swallows. “A staged confession. Mary. The ‘heir.’ A message delivered to the King at the bedside. Something that makes him leave his mate’s room.” Nate’s eyes narrow. “A diversion.” The runner nods once, barely. “Then a second team hits the Queen’s room, hard. Not subtle. Silver and knives. Fast.”

I refuse to choose another queen. ******************************************

“How’s everything there?” Before Damon could answer, I heard the sound of the thunder in the background along with the gutsy wind. “Your majesty, I’m sorry to say this, but I think it’s too late. The queen had already shifted yesterday night. She escaped from the dungeon and now…” Damon breathed sharply. “She’s got her full powers as a Hunter and because she is also a mage, she used that to her advantage. She used the forbidden spell and revived the hunters, your majesty. They are now marching towards our borders.”

Queen looked at her and replied, “There is no point in it as once they find me missing they will continue their search and will be able to track me sooner or later.” The queen then thought for a while and then looked at Clara and said “I need a favor from you.” Clara sees the queen’s pleading eyes and assured her “I will do anything for you my Majesty. Give orders please.” Queen then suggests Clara “Please escape from the backdoor with the prince and your baby.”

And when Gavin came…because he would come, I knew he would…I wasn’t going to be some helpless damsel waiting to be rescued. I was going to be ready.The door to my cage might be locked. But they had n’t broken me.And they never would. I was Melissa Hayes. And I didn’t break. Not for anyone.They were about to learn a very hard lesson. I wasn’t a pawn. I was a queen. And the queens didn’t surrender.They fought. To the very end.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

Her legs were bleeding, her ribs ached and her heart felt like it might burst but she didn’t stop. Just that morning, she had stood in front of a mirror dressed in white silk, perfect makeup, a beautiful bride, a dutiful daughter, a sacrifice. She stood in a church, surrounded by flowers, lights, and smiles that didn’t reach her eyes. Now? A runaway. “You’re doing this,” she whispered aloud, pushing through dripping leaves. Now, she was nothing but a runaway bride. “Camela!” another voice called. Closer, familiar. She froze. That voice. Vincent Castellano

His friend was waiting on the side of the road with a taxi parked quite far from their house. Queen ran a little, and his friend immediately opened the taxi door. "Let's go quickly!" invited Queen. His friend nodded, then went inside and asked the driver to speed him up. His friend is not originally from there; his house is quite far away, and he goes to school and lives in a boarding house. Queen is now in her friend's room which is a little small. A small mattress lay there. Tonight they will share the living quarters. "Queen, what's wrong with you? Why did you run away?" Rea, the name of the girl, asked.

I felt bad to lie to her. The ride was a blur and we've arrived at Queen's mate's restaurant. When Fin became a werewolf, he felt a bad feeling when Queen talked to guys in their resto. So Fin made an All-girls resto on the backfield of the resto and sometimes, 'good' girls have their party there. "Cmon! We've arrived." I shouted and knocked on the car's window when i saw Autumn still sat in the car and her eyes stared straight at the car's dashboard. She blocked out too much!

Then, there is a shift in the air. The moon begins to ascend into the sky, climbing higher and higher signalling the time is near. Co-ordinators of The Run – mated wolves whose job is to keep us safe – climb onto the cages keeping the problem females captive. They are waiting for the gun shot to release us. Thankfully, the wind is blowing softly from behind us. I could not get any luckier with nature on my side. With my scent blowing away from the males and deep into the forest, I will be able to get away quickly and find a hiding spot that hopefully has gear or food for me to take. With a grin, I slowly climb to my feet and lazily stretch, preparing my body to run because my life depends on