King Queen Novels & Stories

What it must be like to be so excited by the world around you. “You raise an interesting question, Maia. Why would you think to call me a Queen and not a King?” I ask curiously. “Clearly she recognises beauty when she sees it,” Sebastian smirks. Maia giggles shaking her head, “A King and Queen rule a kingdom, silly,” she says like it’s obvious. Sebastian squats down beside me, “But a King is a man. If two men were to rule, should they not be King and King?” Sebastian asks.

Andrian heart was beating louder perhaps she has made up her mind to finally get rid of him. Yes! The beast standing close to him can kill anyone without blinking her eyes. The quietness of the atmosphere was making him think negatively, he was curious to know his fate, he would have paid more attention to the beauty of his surrounding but the queen of evil was standing before him. Elena stood watching him with those deep blue beautiful eyes of hers, he was trapped in those eyes, the eyes kept captivating him both physically and mentally. He must be crazy for finding a beast like her eyes captivating.

Royal meals have a cadence to them. The rhythm and tempo set by the most senior member among them. Filled with tradition and ceremony, some so old the meaning has been lost and only the choreography remains. The King has the feeling of a steady bass drum. The type of rhythm that pushes you forward, unforgiving in its pace and dutiful to its mission. The Queen is his only diversion from keeping the pace of a steady beat. Her attention is never too far removed from her mate, her devotion on display. Her gown the exact same shade of blue as the flourishes stitched into the King’s jacket. If dressing is an art form, the Queen is a master. Her gown and accessories perfectly complement the King. M

It wasn't everyday you got to witness an actual ball in an actual palace. The table we were sitted around was for the 'high and mighty' people in the three realms. The highest and mightiest of the high and mighty in fact. This meant probably just the kings, queens, princes and princesses were allowed on this table. Of the three realms, only one of the kings had a wife and a cute little daughter. The other kings were Corey who was still unmarried and king Jacob who was also unmarried leaving a lot of vacant seats left. However, it was against protocol for a non royal to sit at the beautifully carved table.

The room, with its classic furnishings and muted colour palette, provides a backdrop to the familial clash. I shake my head, a subtle defiance in my gesture. "Yes, I am a king, Dad, but I don't want some trophy wife who will sit beside me on the throne with no brain. I need a real woman, father," I assert, the determination in my voice resonating against the opulence of the surroundings. My father sighs, a gesture that carries the weight of parental concern. "Look, Henry, get yourself a real woman, but do it quickly before I put your brother as a temporary king."

Kiss me. "Anastasia, it is me, the King of all Vampire's Kings." He tells me "And if I am your mate, then I am possibly The Queen of all Vampire's Kings." I pause. In his eyes, I see the greatest shock I have never seen before. I mean, I have never seen him go shocked before anything I'd say or so. I resented, adding more to it, "And last time I checked, you are a King, and I have just commanded you."

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.

Stefano emphasized that to make him understand that he can't like someone who already belongs to someone else. "R-queen? W-what is that?" Erenea asked in surprise. He did not know what the queen meant. Is that a name or something? Stefano realized something. It is too innocent and ignorant. Based on its movements, it seems that it has just set foot in the area. Erenea is the exact look of an ignorant. Stefano doesn't know where Elijah picked it up and brought it here. "Queen, means a powerful immortal, holding the whole land or nation. She is the same as Elijah. Elijah is the king, it is the same as the queen but he is more powerful." Stefano explained but he wasn't sure if Erenea understood

THE WEREWOLF KINGDOM: THE ROYAL PACK Queen Areli sat in the office with her arms rested on the desk, staring at the king, her mate. Silence filled the room, just eyes locked with each other, promises being made with one smirking as the other fought a giggle. The opening of a door pulled them from their staring game. Queen Areli, queen to the werewolf kingdom and goddess of darkness, beamed so brightly from the win against her mate in their stare game.

“Oh… it seems like it’s working already.” He poisoned me? I feel a coil wrapping tightly around my chest and stomach, crushing every nerve. “Ha!” I groan as pain crashes down on me. “You poisoned m—” Before I can finish the statement, my legs buckle and I stumble to the floor, blood already spilling out of my mouth and nose. They tower above me. “Good. By morning, the news about the princess poisoning her father-in-law and then poisoning herself will have spread through the kingdom. And I will emerge as the new Alpha King with Delilah as my Luna.”