Historia Queen Novels & Stories

But there were so many things to consider so, as much as I wanted to give in, I stepped back a let the cold draft snap me back to reality. Disappointment flickered in his gaze before burning out like the last remaining embers of a flame. I wanted to apologize but that seemed like a foolish thing to do. "When you're Queen," he began in a voice so firm, it sounded as if he believed every word that left his blush pink lips, "you'll rule fairly. You'll protect your people. You've already proven what lengths you can go to to make sure your people live the lives they deserve." "That is if they accept me as Queen," I muttered under my breath.

my Alexander is back. “What took you so long? Do you know how hard it was for me to give birth to your twins? I wanted to pull your hair as I gave birth to your children! I miss you, baby!” I straightforwardly mumbled to him while tears keep falling from my eyes. I could feel Alexander lowered his head down and leaned on my shoulder. His slow and hot breath brought a ticklish sensation on my ear and neck. And in a low whispering deep tone he spoke. “I’m sorry for making you go all through of it by yourself... I promise that I will never leave your side ever again. Thank you for waiting for me. I'm back now, my Queen.”

Alpha Trent was the one to step forward this time. “Stupid question get’s stupid answer. Tread carefully Alpha.” I said. “When you win then you will automatically become the Queen. I guess I’m just curious as to what you have planned for afterwards?” He shrugged. “Let’s just get threw this fight first shall we. The king might just kill me and then you’re question is then invalid.” I said. Damn that’s the second time I’ve been asked that. You’d think I would’ve thought about it by now.

"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

She says with a small giggle. "You will stop second guessing your abilities to lead and you will rule right beside your mate. That is an order." She jokes with a hint of seriousness. I nod and smile up at her. She holds her hand out and a golden staff apears. I immediately bow down and she dubs me Queen of werewolves by tapping the staff on both of my shoulders. "I now dub thee Mackenzie Roseline Lathen as Queen of werewolves and Luna of the royal pack. Do you accept?" She asks and I look up at her.

“It was amazing, Oly. I mean, I’ve been dreaming about Quai for years. His eyes, his hair, his sweet voice and demeanor. I have spent years thinking I’d have to let that go, and should let that go. I couldn’t figure out why I was stuck on this boy I met when I was young that I could never possibly have. And then here he is. Calling me his mate, telling me I’m beautiful, looking at me like he’s waited a lifetime for me because he has. Everything that is to come, makes me tremble in fear, thats the truth. Being Queen was the one part about my fantasies with him that I didn’t want. But I would do anything, to be with Quai for the rest of my life. Even if that means having to accept that I have

Pathetic bitches! I brushed past her shoulder, intending to leave, but her hand shot out, blocking my way. “Where do you think you’re going when Queen Bee Francesca isn’t done with you?” one of her dolls snapped, glaring at me. Queen Bee?. I almost laughed. What was this, a cliché high school movie? Francesca tilted her head, her smile calm and cold. “You still wear that perfume, huh?” Her voice dropped low, almost teasing. “Do you miss him?”

She arguably served as the first queen of the Kingdom of Arthur, through her marriage to its founder, King Arthur, though her level of personal involvement is unknown In the deep past, QD was a close friend to Mother Eve. She wrote Eve's history in the book known as the Evenicle and was present when the Archfiend Adan exploded, causing both the World of Eve and QD herself to split into pieces. The QD who remained in the same world as the Archfiend's Right Arm served as leader of the dragons for many years. One day, she was confronted by King Arthur and the exodus of humans coming from the north. They met and negotiated (an event that historians mischaracterized as a great battle), and agreed

“Hypothetical. Because I don’t accept reality without evidence, and you are not a peer-reviewed source.” His lips quirked. I continued, voice hardening. “Why are you telling me?” His eyes darkened. “Because you’re repeating history.” Lucien’s hand tightened around mine. “What history?” I demanded. Sébastien’s gaze flicked to our bond—like he could see it. “The Queen bound herself to a King once,” he said. “It saved her.” My chest loosened a fraction. Then Sébastien added—softly, almost gently:

The queen questioned. “It’s the story as old as time. Love. She saw a man that was wounded and she thought, ‘with me he is different, he can change’.” The reality of the words hit as I spoke them. Was history repeating itself? “What happened to her?” The queen was really invested. “I can speak no more.” I had already said too much.