Is The Queen Immortal Novels & Stories

"She's been here six weeks and she's already the person my soldiers ask about first when they wake up shot. You know what that is, right? That's not a liability, big brother. That's a queen." I didn't answer. But something eased in my chest, one degree, and I sat the long watch out with my back to the wall and my gun across my knees and my brother breathing steady on the other side of a door my woman had locked with her own hand, and somewhere south of Atlanta, driving hard toward a sunrise he thought was going to save him, Isaiah Crowe did not yet know that he'd been given exactly one night, and that the King who'd let him have it was already sitting in the dark counting down the hours unti

A bringer of news and general mischief! I tilted my head, studying the faint indentations on his skin with genuine confusion. "But you pecked at the bread I left out for you first. Like a chicken would." The god spluttered, his face turning an amusing shade of pink as he struggled for words. Before he could retort, Hera sighed heavily, running a hand through her dark, perfectly coiffed hair as she stepped forward from where she'd been observing near the throne platform. "Eirene, dearest, gods do not taste like poultry. We are immortal beings made of divine essence." Her voice was patient but firm, and she shot Hermes a warning glare that made him shrink back slightly.

Asher had difficulty forming the words he wanted to say as anger, disappointment, fear, disbelief, helplessness battled all at once! "Eric is one of us now, and I want you all to treat him with respect. Do I make myself clear?" ". . ." ". . ." "Yes," Asher said after a long silence. "Your wish . . . is my command . . ." D shivered upon hearing Asher's grudgingly gritting voice. It was ear piercing, spine cringing than the ones made by claws scratching against metal plates. He eyed the gorgeous lady beside him. This was the first time that their Queen defended someone to this extreme.

Rune sighed in satisfaction and disappointment, "Adler, there are countless women worldwide with that hair and eye color. How would you find her if she's real when you don't even know the size of her titties." Priest, on sensing Rune was about to get punched, pushed him aside and stood in front of Adler instead, "I'll hate to see you like this for somebody that doesn't exist." He tightened his hold around the paper, "She exists." "So?" Rune laughed. "I'll make her my queen."— *** Now she was here. "wait... WHAT!" He didn't know how to feel, standing close to the door. What should he do? Go to her? Ask her why she would think he would go to that extent. Yell at her; why she'd think he'd ever

Queen Camila announces as I enter an office. “Well, at least this isn’t a throne room,” I smile at her. “I am very busy, and you are unannounced,” Queen Camila has a smirk playing at her lips. “I apologize, but I couldn’t risk alerting my parents,” I tell her. She now laughs. “Spartan, speak your business.” “I am an Heir to the Dragons of Thunder. I have been sent here to find an Immortal Dragon. The first Immortal Dragon.” “You are looking for the former Werewolf Queen?” I look behind me to see the Witch King walking in and sitting next to his wife.

“I’m from a kingdom called Scarlett Thunder.” “I’ve never heard of it.” “You wouldn’t have. They don’t know this place–the Allied Kingdoms–exists. We’re cut off by a mountain range and a sea, and a few thousand miles of plains and rivers after that.” She rocks back on her heels, her hair falling over her shoulder as she inspects me like a research specimen. “You’re immortal, right?” “I can die. I’m dying right now, just slowly. Immortal to me just means a few centuries of life if I’m careful not to get killed or starve–”

The old Don was killed in an ambush by a rival crew. At the mass, Vito, the new Don, stood at the very front of the church. I'd rushed back from a job and barely made it. There were only two spots left in the church. One was right next to the new Don. The seat for his wife. The other was at the very end of the guest line. I figured, without even thinking about it, that the spot beside him was mine. So I walked straight toward Vito. But he looked right past me. "Sofia." He lifted his chin, just slightly. "Come up." Around me, the family elders and the heads of the different crews started whispering. "The next Don's wife is a beautiful woman." "Look at those two. They just fit." Vito took the

"I know you'll make a great king, Henry, but behind every great king is an even greater queen." I sighed, the expectations of royal lineage pressing upon me. "I know, Dad, and Mum was a great queen. She still is, and I want to marry a woman just like her." "I'm glad." As he walked toward me, the familial bond between us echoed through the room. I stood up, and we shared a hug, the regal ambiance providing a backdrop to the intimate moment. Walking him to the door, I opened it for him, watching as he made his way back to his Rolls Royce, which awaited him in the yard.

Sarah once again realized with crystal clarity just how immense this man’s charm was; the pheromones he unintentionally exuded were almost enough to make one lose oneself. She shook her head, trying to snap out of it. But Adrian ended the call first. He understood perfectly well the rules of the game—when to continue and when to take a break. He spoke elegantly, “It is my honor to have Miss Sarah’s company.” For a moment, Sarah was left speechless. She clutched the phone in her hand—the call had already ended—yet her heart was racing. Thump, thump, thump. Thump, thump, thump.

She didn’t care much for mortal affairs beyond what her job required her to know. Lisa circled over the building and landed gently on the roof. She wasn’t worried about anyone seeing her; mortals couldn’t see reapers unless the reaper wanted to be seen. There was a glass dome in the center of the roof, made from green, transparent glass. One side of the dome had a giant hole in it, as though something heavy had been thrown through it. Lisa approached the hole and jumped in, tucking her wings to avoid the jagged edges.