Katherine Tudor Novels & Stories

He rebuked when he sniffed the paper. “Duchess Calliope, woman fluent in eight languages and comes from a noble house situated in the hills of Milena. Her family is notorious for possessing a numerous army. One who may speak to her, agrees to be charmed by her…” He opened the third one. “Lady Diene…” “Baroness Itzel…” “Princess Arlet…” "Lady Seline..." “Duchess Katrina…” He read her seven letters and finally turned to her with a baffled expression on his face.

They would have all the dirt on Isabella Domitia. "Explain," I said, snapping my fingers at Miriam. It took me everything to bite back my excitement. "Sometime before she went on that date with Mr Lake," Miriam continued, "she barged out of a sleepover being held at one of her friends' home. Jacqueline Kennedy, though she prefers to be known as Jackie. I don't have the details, but they quarrelled about something, and she left in the middle of the night. Later that week, she hosted a party at the Domitia mansion and invited her friends including Jackie, and they seemed to be getting along until they stopped talking again. Around the time those pictures of her and Mr Lake were released."

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.

Maria said, jokingly. Uju didn't find it funny but she proceeded, partly reading from the book and partly using some of the memories about the event stored inside her head. "Ok! Well, for starters," she began, reading from the book, "Queen Elizabeth the first was the daughter of King Henry the eighth and Catherine of Aragon. Catherine of Aragon was married to his brother first but did not consummate the marriage and when he died she married Henry, thus giving him a daughter Mary also known as bloody Mary. Then, after a while, King Henry the eighth married Anne Boleyn the one who you said was already married to Lord Percy and she gave him a daughter called Elizabeth. The actual Queen Elizabet

But as she continued to look at the glass, her own eyes faded and there were only those of her new self- wide, clear, and expressive. Was this real? She raised her hand to touch her face and felt it. She suddenly knew the identity of this new self! Her name was Katherine, Duchess Barnard. More than that, she was married to Duke Dane Barnard, one of Regency England's most feared gentlemen, and she'd gone back in time to perhaps the 1800s or something?

The cheerful laughed coming out of those blood red lips made the girl stopped breathing for a while. "Hello. I am actually not the Blood Countess. I am Bathory Erzebeth for the first fifth of my natural life. But after that, I was more known as the Virgin Queen of B Empire, the last monarch from the House of Tudor. Nice to meet you, Princess of the East, my name is Elizabeth Tudor."

"THE STERLING HEIR DIED FIFTEEN YEARS AGO, YOUR MAJESTY. DURING THE FINAL BATTLE FOR THE MAW. HIS SACRIFICE MADE YOUR ASCENSION POSSIBLE. SURELY YOU REMEMBER?" Katherine stood from the throne so fast the crown fell from her head. "No." "YOUR MAJESTY—" "No. This isn't—" She looked at her hands and saw the signs of fifteen years she hadn't lived. Fine lines around her knuckles. A small scar she didn't recognize. The hands of a woman who had ruled the world but lost something more important. "Jack isn't dead. I just spoke to him. He just—" "YOUR MAJESTY, PLEASE. THE TRAUMA OF THAT LOSS RESURFACES SOMETIMES. THE IMPERIAL PHYSICIANS—"

Despite the mounting anger, Desmond suppressed his fury and said in a low voice, "Frederick Lester! I trust you. Please save my daughter. Please save Kathy's life!" Frederick lounged with his legs crossed. "That's more like it. Katherine, go to the dance area and perform for all the bar patrons. Remember, dance until I'm satisfied. No stopping!" Katherine's face contorted with rage. She flipped the table on the spot. "Dance for them? Shameless pervert! You must be dreaming!" She was already infuriated by wearing the revealing and provocative outfit. As the heiress of the White family, she was raised like royalty from a young age. She excelled in eight languages, arts, and martial prowess. Sh

one of the guests asked. “Well, technically, she was her daughter-in-law from the start,” the woman beside Jan’s father countered. “Don’t you know that she’s Jan’s wife?” There was this smug look on the woman’s face that she tried so hard to ignore. “And now after he disappeared, she’s to marry his brother. Perhaps she’s after something—” “Excuse me,” Fernan cut the woman off. She felt his grip tighten on her side. “I don’t think it’s right to have such remark about Katherine. She’s not after anything. In fact, I—”

"As a matter of fact, I did see her take the tea to his Majesty. " Tabatha resumed her crying even louder this time. "Sir Orien, you accompanied her this morning to the kitchen. You were there when she gave the bottle. Why... Why... I know I am just a maid and my words don't matter in comparison with hers but... but... " She fell to my feet and grabbed my leg. "Please your Grace... I'm sorry if I did something you didn't like but please, do not punish me this way. If you do this... I'll be killed and my children will be orphaned! " She wailed as she held my leg tighter, begging. Bemused, i forced my eyes upwards and I found a smirk on Katherine's face. As quickly as the smirk appeared, it d