Katherine Tudor Novels & Stories

She skirted along the edge of the stone cliffside, slipping past the outer patrol of grey-cloaked hunters and descending toward the dark, subterranean tunnels beneath the fortress dais. As she reached the iron side-door leading into the Elders' sanctuary, a cold voice echoed from the shadowed hallway behind her. "I wondered how long it would take for the sacrifice to crawl out of her hole." Selene stopped dead in her tracks. Slowly turning around, she faced the shadows. Stepping into the faint torchlight was not a hunter, but a young woman in refined silver silks—Lady Katherine, the daughter of Elder William and Kael's former betrothed. In her right hand, she held a slender, silver-tipped da

She refused to reveal anything but started telling the truth after I ordered her as the princess. “Katherine was the moon goddess's special child who was born with magical powers. She got multiple mates but she decided to choose her true love Benjamin because of which her other mates tried to behave with her but she killed them. The people misunderstood Katherine and Benjamin and protested to send them out of the kingdom. When the truth was out Benjamin already died trying to save Katherine and Katherine died passing the kingdom to her younger brother who is your father's great grandfather.” she said and I felt bad for them. “That's it they died?” I asked sadly while she smiled and revealed,

She doesn’t move back, but I can tell by the stuttering of her heart and the way she grips her chair that fear has her in its grip. “That can be arranged,” I say, then smirk as I walk away from her and call Valentine to take her back to her room. Little Katherine, the hunter who swore to kill creatures of the night and slaves of the moon, got aroused watching me drink another woman’s blood. I’m sure she’ll hate herself for that more than she can ever hate me.

Even at a glance, she could tell it was an antique, beautiful and expensive. “I--- I can’t accept this,” Katherine said. When she looked up again. The old woman was gone. As if she had vanished into thin air. “Lady Katherine.” A voice interrupted her thoughts. “The groom is waiting inside the cathedral.” One of her attendants gently guided her forward. Katherine stepped toward the cathedral doors as the flashes of cameras followed her every movement. Then she saw him. Standing at the altar in his immaculate military uniform. Lieutenant Colonel Richard Gordon. Tall. Handsome. Noble.

It was no secret that she did not possess a musical bone in her body, after many failed experimentations enforced by her parents at a young age. Faith concluded that this must have been William and Florence's sister, Katherine. She looked positively regal, fingers dancing along the keys in a calculated manner. She didn't look a lot like Florence or William – William definitely had taken after his father's Italian heritage, and Florence certainly resembled her brother, but Katherine looked very English. She continued to play the piano even as they entered into the room, her spine straight like a cane and expression neutral as though she were displeased. Florence whispered to Faith that Kather

It was… "Damien!" She yelled, running towards me. Jake had a confused look on his face, as he tried to reach her, but couldn't. Finally, the woman came to me, on her knees as she tried to shake me. "Damien! Damien!" It was my loving future wife, Charlotte. Now that I think of it, Seeing her blurry vision… sorta reminds me of the cute little kitten like child, who reminds me of an angel I met at my home when I was just a little kiddo. Wait… angel? Don't tell me?

"Who will explain to me why my consort was treated like a criminal?" The temperature in the room seemed to drop suddenly. The hotel's head butler—a high-ranking vampire appointed to oversee council affairs—trembled as he stepped forward, fear flashing in his crimson eyes. "Your Majesty," he stammered, bowing deeply. "This... this is a misunderstanding. The hotel had no intention of offending Her Majesty the Queen." "A misunderstanding?" Aurelius coldly retorted. His silver gaze swept across the room. "I saw with my own eyes the council guards laying hands on my consort."

She was almost over that issue and didn’t want to be reminded about it. “What makes you think that way?” She asked. “Because he hasn’t marked you.” Her dad bluntly replied, pointing at her exposed neck. Isabel pushed her hair to the side to conceal her bare neck, suddenly becoming cautious of the area. “This isn’t you and mom… He needs my permission before marking me with his imprint.” “Is that so?... But you don’t have a problem fucking him.” Rodrigo stated the obvious. He was getting more and more irritated at his daughter’s attitude towards her mate.

Defeat tasted especially sour to people who weren’t used to losing, and being played by Ivar certainly counted as a defeat in Tiana’s book. “Is it because of the rumors about the first duchess being barren? Even if that drove her to end her life, it doesn’t mean you have to worry about that and hurry into adopting a kid.” “Tiana!” It was the first time Elena heard this kind of rumor about the young lady of Giorgio, even if she’d heard plenty of negative and obscure things in the past. The first duchess ended her life so soon after the wedding that it was unlikely for people to know about any troubles she’d have for bearing children and besides, that was not one of Ivar’s concerns. She had to

I scanned through the letter, noting it was an anonymous command to monitor the birth date of an undisclosed pregnant lady. “What's this?” I asked, muzzled. “You tell me,” her tone dripping with sarcasm. “She took the letter from my arms and pointed towards her uniform. “You know me. Working as a maid in the palace, I try to avoid snooping around, but when Stella took charge as our Luna, she brought a dark atmosphere with her.” “I'm telling you, that woman is crazy. Devious. Mysterious,” she continued. And suddenly, my interest was heightened.