Monarch Novels & Stories

I asked clarifying my question. “Oh, yes there is. it is called the Luna ceremony. On the 10th day of your rule as queen, you will be presented a crown in front of the people, that will be your ceremony, ” he said. I nodded not really caring. "Okay. ” I simply said, my mind wandering off. Elliot cleared his throat slightly flushed at my sudden silence and brought me out of my wandering thoughts, offering me a hand of escort,” Please allow me to show you to the palace, your majesty.” he requested.

Maybe I had the old map I took a picture of twisted, and I was looking at it wrong? From what I could gather so far, it looked like the 1st war took place the further north than the others, so possibly in Canada, or at least along the Canada and USA border. Oh hell, I don’t know anymore. I rested my head in my hands with my elbows on the table, just frustrated and ready to give it up on all of it. I mean, I’m only 17 and don’t even have my wolf yet, but I’m supposed to be the “chosen one” that’s going to save us all? It just doesn’t make any sense. Why am I so special? I’m not even a ranking status within any pack for that matter. Holy sweet mother of baby Zeus. I swear the Moon Goddess has

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,

Of course I couldn't be bothered if they believed me or not, as long as they didn't harm me. The leader then stepped forward and began speaking: “Everyone knows that the Butterflies Royal Spirit Bloodline is a unique bloodline constitution only carried by the royal family of Royal Spirit Empire. Every child born under the royal family must surely carry this unique trait. In all of the Ancient Reality continent, they're the most revered and feared!” He stopped there, probably unwilling to speak more than that to me. I nodded and took a mental note. “May I know why they're the most revered and feared?” I asked, curiously.

“Ma'am, have you ever thought about having two monarchs in the same space? What do you think will happen?” Two monarchs... The expression on the Governess' face solidified. “Do you know what are you saying right now? How could it be possible? Only one monarch can rule within a certain space, and now there's Dior Lee, there will be no second monarch or anything.” Why would there be a second monarch? Once a monarch emerged, the lower-level undeads will instantly swear loyalty to them and will never follow

Tahr She'll return soon. She is mine and will not be able to stay away. Plus she has nowhere to go. I will give her this time of adjustment because I need time to think too. I'm still in shock that she transcended. Even more so that she's yellow. It makes no sense. She should be silver like me-majestic silver to represent the royal silver dragons. Bastian's mate is red and Laryn's is blue-end of story. Or it should be. My mate is yellow.

‘Today’s attack was clumsy, uncalculated, like they were throwing bodies at us just to see how we would react, there was nothing strategic about it at all and that worries me,’ Aiden’s best friend Griffon, who was sitting suspiciously close to her cousin, Jayden, who had not looked in her direction since entering the room, spoke up, attempting to draw the tension away from one another and back to the problem at hand. Griffon wore a white tank top, the tribal tattoo visible on his left shoulder. It was a symbol that every member of the pack sported, something to symbolize their bond as pack members and something she was constantly fascinated to see. She studied the image, how the images of th

The mansion had everything: a swimming pool, home theater, greenhouse, library, kitchen and well-stock pantry, cellar, many bedrooms, high windows, and valuable paintings that must have been in museums, I guess. I had never been to such an expensive place before. I knew there were a lot of things, but I had skipped them because I would not spend my entire life in this golden cage. I couldn't care less if my husband was a billionaire, criminal, or Greek god! All I care about is getting out of this place.

Damon drifts toward center ice and stops at the logo. I follow. For a moment, we stand where the game began. Where so much between us almost ended. “Funny,” he says. “All that fighting over who gets the crown.” “And?” He looks at me fully. “There was only ever one.” The words hang there. Not competitive. Not sharp. Certain. Only one crown. And it doesn’t belong to one king. The arena lights dim slightly as the crew prepares to clean up. I feel his hand brush mine. Not by accident.

When the freezing shot hit the Monarch-rank mechanical bird, it left no frost behind. The Monarch-rank mechanical bird naturally ignored her insignificant and harmless attacks. Windfall would not last much longer, so the bird naturally wouldn't change its target.