Junker Queen Height Novels & Stories

"But Daddy's still bigger‚ right?" "Yes baby." Then the Queen stepped out. Queen Anna was smaller than I expected. Five foot five maybe‚ with honey-blonde hair pulled into a low chignon and a cream-colored coat that probably cost more than every piece of clothing I had ever owned combined. She was beautiful in that ageless‚ immaculate way that royal women always are. But her eyes were different from her husband's. Dark brown. Warm. Sharp with intelligence rather than coldness. The front doors opened. Davis pulled them wide and the morning air swept into the foyer.

My head was so heavy for thoughts that even a big boulder of rock would have had to be lighter at the moment. "Your Majesty?" A girl's voice caught my attention again and I soon observed it to be the strange lady, with her big eyes falling directly at mine. I wasn't what you would exactly call tall, but I wasn't also short so I always got the nickname petite Kerik when I was still a little bit younger, and that truly defined me because all of my friends were always taller than I was. Even my sister as well. But standing face to face with this bizarre masquerade dressed woman, it was even almost like in was slightly taller than her. It was funny to start looking at heights or comparing them t

“So, what is he?” Georgia’s voice jolted her from her musings as she stared into the fire and her eyes snapped to hers with a raised brow. Her mug of hot chocolate abandoned on the coffee table still half full. Georgia was full of questions and curiosity but had kept it reserved for her sake as she listened to her story. “The boy?” She questioned further. “Isn’t it obvious?” Adelaide questioned her back with a frown. “He’s a High Alpha.”

Then, he asked her, “May I ask how old are you?” “I just turned sixteen the other week,” Clarissa responded. “Belated happy birthday then! You are simply perfect. You are the one I have been looking for – a precious gem and a gorgeous model. And someday, you will be our future beauty queen,” Bamby expressed himself happily. “But, why me?” Clarissa sought an explanation. “Why? Well, sweetheart, has somebody told you that you looked like that former Spanish Miss Universe, Ampara Muñoz?” Bamby said.

The King huffed like a child. King Zane was a powerful individual, his speed and strength could rival groups of werewolves, yet when his beloved Vampire queen shot him a distinct look, his blood would run cold. Queen Adira was a relatively small woman in stature. At a height of five feet, she was tiny next to her six-foot-tall King. However, her size did not hinder her in any form. She was a powerful woman. Her mocha skin made many women envious of her. Her colored eyes stood out in a crowd, and her rich curls bounced with each step she took. Adira radiated power and elegance.

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

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.

For tiny creatures, they had enormous egos and catering to that would help their cause. "So if you have a way to contact the other colonies in Georgia --" "We don't," the King said. "Yes we do," the Queen replied, sounding somewhat miffed. "Do not." "Do too!" "It's like they're five," Shamira whispered. "Five inches tall, maybe," snickered Renata. She needed to go along with Shamira more often. Her missions were amusing. "I heard that!" the Kind and Queen said in tandem. "Please, your Majesties, if you would explain why you are unable to help us --" Shamira started.

“Make that car stop! N-No!” A loud series of footsteps inspired Jana to scream louder. Beads of sweat took form on her forehead. She knew what Queenie looks like. A princess in distress. This type of acting attracts the male lead in the movies. Nothing could go wrong with befriending the ML! The doorknob was jilted forward. Jana whimpered. A gasp from the person kicked Jana's pulse hard. “Ms. Queenie?” Giovanni, in his full height of 6'2, clad in royal blue pyjama bottom and white loose shirt, hurried to her side. “Ms. Queenie, wake up.”