Long Live The Pumpkin Queen Novels & Stories

So, when her light went off a few days after the war ended, there were only two possibilities: one, she had died or two, she had turned into a wolf. With that, she was blotted out of the family tree because she was no longer one of us. That was not until twenty years ago. I had already been crowned the queen after the last queen died at the age of three hundred and twenty three," she said and I gasped. "Years?" I asked. Could someone live for that long? "No. Days. Of course years you idiot! Queen witches can live up to four hundred years," she said with irritation and I wondered why she was getting all worked up at me.

Once a Fool, Now a Queen Aurora Sinclair’s POV ⸻ *The Weight of a Name* The moment I stepped into the room, the air shifted. It wasn’t obvious—no sharp gasps, no overt stares—but I felt it. The way conversations quieted just enough for my name to slither between them. Aurora Sinclair. Damian Blackwood’s ex-wife. The woman who tried and failed. I knew this was coming. It didn’t make it any easier.

"No, we don't have that ability. Only the original can do that. She's the beginning of our kind anyway. They call her the Phantom Queen and she is eternal, at least that's what they say. She can manifest her essence in her chosen descendant throughout the centuries hence why they call her the Phantom——something that cannot be seen but she still remains in this world." "So she still exists up to this day? Where is she now?" I sighed, scooting closer and cuddled her on my side. "Nowhere. She'd been long gone since the War of the Triad began eight hundred years ago. Let's say we are indeed a 'cult'. And we were united before under the Phantom Queen Silva who was chosen by the Essence of the Ori

She was no longer an explosive girl and acted under the surrounding circumstances. Queenie was calmer, more restrained, and alert. At once, she lost the cheerfulness that had been her hallmark before death came to take her first life. “Somebody tell me,” Queenie replied calmly. “Who? There’s no way the people of your kingdom know about the ‘eternal sleep’ weapon. Only those who have lived hundreds or thousands of years can recognize this weapon.” Deril insistently asked for an answer.

“The seven days party thing? Oh my.” She let out, adorable. “Yes, baby. It’s a must as you will be the queen. The party will even be extended because we haven’t had a new queen in a long time.” I told her. The last queen had been my sweet stepmom. She didn’t stay for long after my father passed away but she did her best. She just couldn’t bear losing her mate and sadly passed away too. I already know that she would have adored Harlyn, just like Grandma would have.

“Ours. The legacy of your Queen. QUEEN MAYA THUNDERSTORM!” Gasps turned into cheers. Cheers into roars. “LONG LIVE THE KING!” “LONG LIVE THE KING!” “LONG LIVE THE KING!” The roars got louder and seemed to echo throughout the Supernatural Kingdom. Then: “LONG LIVE THE QUEEN!” “LONG LIVE THE QUEEN!” “LONG LIVE THE QUEEN!”

“By the grace of the Moon Goddess and the consensus of the High Council, we recognize Esmeralda of the Knight Pack as—” “She is not 'of the Knight Pack,'” I interrupted, my voice becoming louder through the hall like a thunder light. Silas stopped, his hands shaking. The crowd gasped. “She is the Queen of the United Packs,” I said, stepping up onto the first tier of the dais. “She is the Mother of the New Dawn. And she doesn't need your 'consensus.' She is here because she survived the darkness you all were too cowardly to face.”

But then, watching the same people over and over again gets boring overtime. Diving into the book, I reopen to one of my favorite parts of the lycan battles. It is the chapter where the lycan king was brought to his knees by the queen, and makes she him beg her for his life. He wasn’t expecting her, or that she would even do something like that. It is what makes me like it more. I feel like I relate to the queen well. She has always been undermined and underrated, then she wound her full potential and—

Melinda gave a smile coated with venom before she went in the direction of her suit. After the viper had left, I turned to the other woman in the room. Tall, slender, with sharp facial features, and hip length wavy auburn hair, she emitted power no matter what skin she wore. Just because she’d decided to wear a stark white jacket on top of a blue knee length pencil skirt, didn’t mean she was harmless. No, Incubus Queen Jalyna Eustis was a force to reckon with, and it was proven when she became the Queen by marrying our King very soon after the death of her first husband, Ace’s father, Vivian Turner.

Then suddenly, we were no longer hovering, and the white light was gone. "This is a moment to remember. Meet your first true Werewolf Queen by blood. My daughter, my firstborn, Queen Ebony Daniels. Everyone cheered loudly. Keith walked over to me. He had already been crowned King. "LONG LIVE THE KING AND QUEEN."