Monarch Novels & Stories

“Explain” “What’s to explain? They’re dead. All dead. The whole family.” It’s a good thing I no longer breathe through necessity. This news had just rendered me mute. Not a single thought crossed my mind. The Dumonceaus were an old, noble family from The Netherlands. They were also a strong ally. Largely ambivalent to who was on the throne, they were decidedly unimpressed with Carlotta’s choice to mandate the transition to vampires. Now they were gone.

"Monarch Mansion is launching tonight too." The name hit me like a sledgehammer. Monarch Mansion. Of course. My jaw clenched involuntarily. The Queen of the West—her timing was no accident. She chose tonight, of all nights, to unveil her ridiculous attempt at a hotel. It couldn't be coincidence. No, this woman—whoever she was—had clearly made it her mission to challenge me, to go after everything I'd built.

Trisha says meanwhile, Mrs Macaulay turns to her. "The fact is I don't like her. Not her age or anything. I don't see anything wrong with you been friend with people older than you are. I just don't like her!" Mrs Macaulay concludes. "Mum you can't just conclude!" Trisha tries to justify. "She is a nice girl!" "What an elder see's while sitting down. A child even though he or she climbs on an iroko tree, can't see it!" Mrs Macaulay says with a smile.

“For richer and for richer, till death do you part?” “I do” “Do you Vanessa Decruz accept to be the Queen along side your king?” “I do” “Do you Vanessa Decruz promise to serve the country and its citizen along side your king with diligence and utmost dedication?” “I do” “With the power vested in me as the officiating priest and the former king, I declare you Vanessa Decruz, which will be known henceforth as Vanessa Amaan, as the Wife of Richard Amaan and the Queen of the nation”

Almira said with a sweet smile that had Amber narrowing her eyes at the old bitch. "What does that invitation have to do with you?" Amber asked, the grimness in her tone intensified. "There's so much you still have to learn. You are a Crone. An abomination yet still a Crone. It's about time you meet the real Monarch. It's time you meet the Rightful King, one who does not need to rule to be acknowledged." "I will if I got any free time to spare to meet this mysterious monarch, you spoke about." Amber shot back in a bored tone as she was about to turn to leave but it seemed like Almira was not done yet.

The angelic voices of the children in the choir echo around the cathedral hall of the palace. Singing a beautiful song about the history of the kingdom. Everyone's eyes are watching the new queen as she walks the aisle towards the altar where a throne was set for her to sit. Everyone is in awe as they watch Morrigan gracing the long aisle. Dressed in fine garments of sophisticated colors of red and black, with a purple train stretching to her back. The colors of royalty in the kingdom of Hymir.

"A Coccinellidae is a-?" "Ladybug," he said, shaking his head slightly. "Coccinellidae is the scientific name for the species. Sorry." He let out a light laugh, smoothing out his map and looking down at it. "Anyways. Madison is due southeast from here…right. This way." He pointed in the direction behind me and walked past me, careful to step around the small shrubs that adorned the forest floor.

Nobody really paid any attention to it. But on the other hand, what would they be concerned with? A primate is a primate and that's it. Since he doesn’t account for the effective working time, they retaliated with the same. Nobody knows anything and it's okay. However, they were blessed by the boss's absence, because there was an unprecedented opportunity to admire the unique phenomenon.

Seconds later, the sound of large wings disturbing the air drew Nya’s eyes skyward. He appeared over the moon first, as he always seemed to do, pausing there, silhouetted by the silver light, his red and black scales glimmering. Looking up at him, it was hard to think of him as anything other than a magnificent winged creature, a legendary, mythological being of mass proportion. Nya’s mouth dropped open as she gazed up at him, her awe temporarily disturbing her mission.

Axel asked confusingly. “They are big engines that fly. People in Agustus and other rich and developed countries use them to travel to somewhere far.” “Whoa, it looks amazing!” Axel exclaimed. “King Daniel is that rich?” Lucian nodded. “He is one of the richest and most powerful kings in the world. I admire him a lot.” “You should ask him for advice now that you are a king too.” “Yes, you are right.” “Be my prince, Andry.” Andry widened his eyes and covered his mouth with surprise.