Novel Queen Novels & Stories

The palace woke to whispers. Not the usual court gossip—those were loud, hungry things, traded over breakfast venison and blood-wine. These were quieter. Slithering. The kind that lived in the walls and fed on doubt. By midday, every servant knew: the new queen had been seen walking the corridors at dawn, barefoot and alone, trailing black rose petals that had not been there the night before. Some swore her shadow had lagged behind her, as though reluctant to follow. Others claimed to have heard two voices—identical, yet arguing—echoing from the disused chapel.

Today, that mask shattered. Today I wasn’t Nicholas’s silent wife. I was their queen. The entire council chamber fell silent the moment I appeared. Every noble, every elder, every high-ranking shifter in the room rose to their feet as one. They bowed. Deep. Respectful. But the murmurs started almost immediately—low, shocked whispers rippling through the hall like wind through dry grass. “The queen…” “She’s never come here before.” “Never sat on her throne.” “Has she ever even spoken in council?”

The Queen clenches her thighs to keep her hunger under control while she continues to kiss the blonde. She kisses her way down the blonde’s neck, deeping into her chest and kissing her cleavage. Mei hisses in pleasure, her head extending backwards while her eyes shuts close to enjoy the feel of the Queen’s lips on her flesh. Yuelan reaches behind her to unzip the blonde’s gown, movin down her arms and down her waist, exposing her upper body, and revealing her small pert breast. The young Queen eyes the blonde’s hardened nipples hungrily before taking one with her lips. She sucked hard at the pointed nub almost to the point of pain.

Pathetic bitches! I brushed past her shoulder, intending to leave, but her hand shot out, blocking my way. “Where do you think you’re going when Queen Bee Francesca isn’t done with you?” one of her dolls snapped, glaring at me. Queen Bee?. I almost laughed. What was this, a cliché high school movie? Francesca tilted her head, her smile calm and cold. “You still wear that perfume, huh?” Her voice dropped low, almost teasing. “Do you miss him?”

Charlotte is greeted with surprise when her beloved prince brings home a pregnant she-wolf, and worst of all a half-sister she never knew. The revelation, betrayal and oppressions sentenced her to death, not until life gave her a second chance when a small pack saved her. There she discovers her late mother’s birth pack and discovers her true identity. Five years later, her pack grew into a powerful force. Known as the mysterious Queen of Wolves and the only existing Alpha Female in the world. An invitation to the Moon Ball as her first public appearance and the chance to extract revenge against the royal wolves. It won’t be easy when the dangerous and unpredictable Alpha Alexios has his eye

The sky became black. Then a single figure appeared. A woman wearing a crown of broken pages. She carried no weapon. Yet every being immediately stepped aside. Aria’s face changed. “The Queen of Stories.” Sophia frowned. “Who is she?” “The first character who ever escaped her author.” The Queen smiled. “And the last.” Sophia stepped forward. “What do you want?” “You.” “Why?” “Because you are making the same mistake I made.” Sophia narrowed her eyes. “Which is?”

“But my name is already written.” Cassian moved closer. “What else does it say?” I read the words. THE FIRST QUEEN. THE LAST QUEEN. THE QUEEN WHO RETURNS. My breath caught. “The Queen who returns.” Cassian looked at me. “That sounds like your second life.” “No.” Alaric shook his head. “It’s more than that.” He turned the page. There was an illustration. A woman standing beneath a red moon. Behind her was a burning kingdom. Beside her stood a king.

Warmth instantly filled the room, along with a light that cast deep shadows. "Sit." Karmina gestured to the loveseat as she sat across from it. Chelsea seemed to hesitate until Nol rested a hand on her arm and guided her to the loveseat himself. He, not so kindly, sat her down onto it and returned to Karmina's side silently. "I should commend you." "Why would you do that?" Chelsea asked as she glared at the straightfaced Nol. "Few Werewolves call out to me anymore." Karmina said with a slight pout. "Not since their Queen awakened." The mention of the Werewolf Queen twisted Chelsea's expression of being hateful and regret. "Does it bother you?"

Somewhere across the city, in a suite just as expensive and twice as fortified, Elena Volkov sat in the dark running projections on a screen that glowed cold blue against her face. Because for the first time in years, a new Queen had entered the global board. And she wasn't playing by the old rules. Which meant the board itself was about to change.

I shook my head as I pulled my phone out and watched her and Heth come into the house and make some lunch. She had developed into a beautiful woman. Her long black hair hung down to her perfect ass. She had put some red highlights in it and I loved it. She stood at five eight but she was the perfect height for me. Her eyes though they really caught your attention. They were like the perfect shade of blue I have ever seen. When I stared into them I have to pull myself back or I would be lost in them. I closed the app on my phone and put it back in my pocket. Heth truly was the only person I did trust with her. He knew my dirty little fantasy's about making her mine. I knew he would protect he