Long Live The Pumpkin Queen Novels & Stories

Qyushus have heard every single deal out there and have talk to every business person present, all now left was just the announcement of the deals they have finalized. Being a eager one Mink came on the stage and bowed to the dark queen saying, "Now that we have our beloved and hourned queen here, can we have the announcement?" Rue nodded and looked at dark queen for his announcement, when she nodded Rue said, "I want to thank our queen to join us here on the establishment of our kingdom. She hourned us with her presence in this program, I am really really grateful to her as the new King of my kingdom."

Thane's eyes was fixed on me and I looked at him. "You're not wearing a bra?" I shook my head and he groaned. "Where is Jairus?" "He's on a trip." He cleared his throat and the table silenced. "As you all know, we have a new queen and she must be celebrated. A ball will be thrown in her honour three nights from today. You all are invited" They cheered and I blushed. He kissed my hands and the meal continued. A ball in three nights? I was so not ready for this.

"Open your eyes and look carefully! That's our captain! The Pirate Queen!" Hank's legs gave out as he collapsed on the deck while Winnie's phone slipped from her hand again and it fell on the deck with a clatter. She kept shaking her head, her words all over the place. "No... There's absolutely no way that's true! If she's the Pirate Queen, then why would she wash our underwear and take out our trash every day?!" I walked over to Kaplan's sofa and sat down, crossing my legs. Kaplan immediately scrambled over on his hands and knees and used his sleeve to wipe the dust off the tip of my boots.

Their voices rang loud and clear. “Long live the queen!” “The…the queen?!”

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.

Today, she shattered that idea of her. Takota is the first to break the silence, clapping as she walks towards Morrigan. Hesitantly, the other warriors start clapping as well, and they’re quickly spurred on by the Gamma family. Morrigan searches for yellow eyes in the crowd, but she can’t find any. Even as Takota declares her the winner, and therefore the best female warrior in the pack, she can’t help but notice a bad feeling forming in the pit of her stomach. - - - - -

The pain I expected never came. A loud bang rang out. I opened my eyes and stared in disbelief as the glass slipper, blazing with brilliant light, flew up on its own and blocked the sword. The slipper then erupted with a blinding white light that instantly flooded the entire pumpkin patch. From within the light, a commanding, furious voice rang out. "You evil creature! How dare you lay a hand on my daughter?" When the light faded, a woman wearing a magnificent gown and a crown appeared in midair. She was none other than the current queen, Elena Vale. Beside her stood a fully armed unit of royal guards.

"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

I lifted my glass of milk, lowered my lashes, and murmured, “Today seems important. I wish you success.” My tone was calm, flat, unreadable. He frowned, dissatisfied with my composure, but merely grunted and strode away. I watched his retreating figure and finished my milk slowly. The performance had begun. The bidding results were to be announced in the afternoon. Hours crept by, the estate weighed down in silence. At quarter past three, my phone lit up. A message from an encrypted number. Just one symbol: ✅. Almost simultaneously, hurried footsteps echoed downstairs. Mrs. Zhou’s voice, sharp with panic despite her attempt to hush it, rose into the air:

Mister remained in his deep bow with his eyes closed until the old woman patted his huge hand with her tiny one. Mister stood up and announced her arrival. She was announced as Queen Esmeralda Greenthumb, elder queen of the forest people and Mister's great grandmother, apparently. The queen smiled and waived her hand to signal that she approved of the night's events. Everyone cheered again and the music started up as the old queen was escorted to her hand carved wooden throne at the opposite end of the long table from Mister.