Long Live The Pumpkin Queen Novels & Stories

The echo of her words was a punishment to my ears. Long Live The fucking Queen.

she muttered, silly. Maia's POV: ”From your memory, this house used to be a prison, right, Ruby? The loneliest place in the world, according to you. Even though you had a complete family here.‘ 'But now... if you can, please feel how this house is starting to come alive. Even before your husband entered, I could smell the fragrance of happy hopes filling this house.’ ‘It might sound cruel. God, if I may ask, please let me, Maia Queen, continue this life until I die happily as Ruby Moon...’

Waiting. Through the bond, I scream for them. All three of them. They come running. Damon bursts into the garden first. Sees the woman. Stops dead. "Mother?" The word comes out broken. Disbelieving. "Hello, Damon." Her smile is sad. "You've grown." Kieran and Caius arrive seconds later. They see her. Go completely still. "This is impossible," Kieran says. "You're dead." "That's what your father wanted everyone to believe." The Queen looks at each of them. "But I've been alive. Locked in the northern tower for twenty years."

I said. "Stop Dreaming! Their poison is called 'a life for a life'. It is an ancient poison of the witches. No one has survived this poison for more than 100 years. Don't fool yourself. Even if you get him back, you'll kill him, or your wife will die!" "Shut up!" I swung my sword and cut off one of the Queen's arms. "Ah! ! ! ! ! !" The Queen's screams rang through the palace. "Go to hell and repent for what you have done!" I was ready to stab her and the king.

The queen asked with a smile. “I am well thank you for asking, and we buried my grandmother two weeks ago.” Zasembo told her, the queen had a pained expression, she did not get a chance to thank the woman for what she did for her and now she was dead. “I am sorry to hear that child.” The queen said after composing herself. “Now that you are done with your greetings can you tell us how she is alive, does her twin ZamaMpinga also live?” asked the king, his questions made Zasembo feel like he did not want her. “No, ZamaMpinga was the unfortunate one. However, Zasembo lives because of Gloria.” The queen answered.

As the sky transforms into a canvas of deep indigo, the stars begin to emerge, their magnificent brilliance casting a mesmerizing glow upon the meadow and highlighting the beautiful faces of all present to witness this day. The Elders guide me to a spot in the middle where they fall in line in front of me except for the Banshee Elder stepping forward. She raises her hands and a group of six Pixies appear, carrying something with a white cloth over it. “Faeries, Werewolves...we all, on this majestic day, bear witness to the crowning of our own, and first daughter of the late Queen...Danika Jove, as our new Queen whom we shall serve with utmost loyalty and heed her peerless guidance from this

Or maybe this time one of them pumpkins that were up on the sticks near the participants' stands would fall on some poor fellow's head enough to make it funny but not to kill him. And maybe like last time some guy would go on his knee and pro— "Who's that?" I asked my thoughts evaporating so fast and displeasure creeping up my throat. Riley followed my gaze. Axel shouted 'Queen, queen'. "Why I didn't think I would see the day", Riley gasped beside me. I squinted my eyes again. Zade with another woman, at the furthest corner of the crowd whispering things to a certain redhead while they drank together like a couple of...

I found the first pumpkin just as the last colors of evening were sinking into the garden. It lay beneath the garden bench—a little orange globe small enough to fit in the palm of my hand. The remnant of its vine curled like a cat’s tail. When I picked it up, I noticed words carved into its skin. A poem, etched with a slender blade. > Though the light is small, > it can still show the way. The carved letters were somewhat angular, but perfectly legible. The grooves were fresh, and when I ran a finger over them, I thought I could still feel the raw dampness of the pumpkin beneath its skin.

"Wearing a crown. Coiled around a broken sword." Varek took one slow step back. Boots bolted to the floor. "That line is dead," Varek said. The words came out like gravel. "The Sovereign King and his wife burned in the Sector Four sweeps. Ten years ago. There was no child." "The girl is twenty," Tor said. Voice coming back now. Harder. Like he'd made a decision. "She grew up in Sector Four. She fights with the Sovereign form... you saw it yourself in the hallway. And her father isn't hiding from a shipping debt." Something moved in Tor's face. Something complicated and old and guilty. "He's a Royal Guard. He's been keeping her buried in the outer rim for ten years to keep her breathing."