Orphan To Unbreakable Queen Novels & Stories

And if Rune had known it would be this way, he would instead have continued being bullied in the orphanage than being this tool whose only aim was maneuvering his way out of the dangers he was constantly thrown in. "I can make it disappear, take back the wealth, the women," his voice was drawing near, "But this time, you won't even find an orphanage to rust in," he placed the sole of his shoes on the piece, "I'll crush you Rune." Rune had the crack of plastic, and when Domenico took his leg back, he could see the instrument was now in pieces, its component each on its own. He wasn't dead yet, but he felt like these little, helpless pieces.

Because unlike everyone in this cursed kingdom, the Syndicate still understood power correctly. Not mercy. Not loyalty. Leverage. Fear. Survival. The rogue studied me carefully. “The queen is becoming difficult to contain.” My jaw tightened immediately. “She’s still one woman.” “No.” The rogue’s voice stayed calm. “She’s becoming a symbol.” I looked away sharply. I didn’t need another person telling me that. “We can still break her," he continued. "But it needs to happen soon.” “How?” The rogue hesitated slightly. Then— “The child.”

“I stole them… I didn’t mean to, but I was in a fight, and I had to protect my people. My wife was married to the king in our time.” “Queen Silver?” “No, not Queen Silver. Silver is queen here, but Katherine, my wife, was the former queen. My brother killed her because she had no powers. Now you’re telling me she might actually have powers, but none that we can see.” He seemed to contemplate my words, then nodded slightly. “He didn’t think she was worthy,” he concluded. “No, he didn’t, so he got rid of her. To save her, I gave us a second chance,” I explained. “Now she is fueled by a need for revenge.” He smiled. “I like her already.”

“Si.” “What about our children?” “Well, our first daughter is promised to Dmitri Orlov who is keeping my throne warm as we speak. Our sons will just have to learn how to play nicely and share. Per favore, Leo…. Don’t fight me on this.” “You do realise that the title Defiant Queen is so fitting for you?” His voice softens, followed by the look in his eyes. It’s almost like he is proud of me for following my heart. “So, does that mean the boy can stay with us?” Hope lines my voice.

Mira was taken aback of what she heard, she was not expecting this topic from her daughter. "Mom, The queen is already getting old and with the tortured she endured while she was detained and her powers being bounded she needs to rest. Since Granny Thea was bypass when she choose to live with the mortals. you are next in rank you posess the power of the crystal it is imperative that you ascend to the throne."

Carlos said looking disappointing. "I know my son you read every book, every piece of parchment, but that's not everything, you know long time ago , when war between fallen and angel had over, there were few ancient and sacred books, written directly by moon queen" she said thinking deeply. "Moon Queen? werewolf Goddess" Carlos said startled. Grandma nodded. "Yeah she the creator and guardian of werewolf's, she had written few books, about curses, our ancestors once tried to destroy her direct clan, but she saved them by providing them those, books and something strange ornament, about which we witches are unaware, but I heard it from my grandma that ; this ornament was most powerful and i

So she had watched us grow up into the force we are now. "You know I wish you would give that poor boy a break. You guys use to be so close before.." Her words broke off and I saw some tears in her eyes. She took my hand in hers. "Just try and give him a break will ya. You both have been through alot and I know he cares for you." How could I not give in a little to this sweet woman.

"We rid ourselves of a useless mouth to feed, we secure our peace, and we insult the Midnight Pack without them even knowing it!" "Exactly," Silas said, his voice ringing with cold satisfaction. "To the world, she will wear Victoria’s name. She will wear the veil, she will sign the registry, and she will play the part of the proud Ironwood princess. Let Torin take her. Let him feed her, let him house her, and let him waste his resources on a defective human while our pack grows stronger, wealthier, and ready to reclaim our lands when the time is right."

Against all odds. But holding is not the same as winning. And eventually, they could not hold anymore. I turned the page. And found a portrait. Just a sketch, really. Pen and ink. Faded with age. A woman. She was not young in the portrait, but she was not old either. She was somewhere in between, in that particular place where a person stops looking like what they were and starts looking like what they are. Her hair was loose. Her expression was not afraid. Mira. Last Queen of the Witch Covens. Keeper of the High Flame. Killed in the forty-third year of the Crimson War by Aldric the Elder, great-great-grandfather of the current Alpha King.

Only Orion sat paralyzed on the ground, staring up at me like a broken man, muttering: "The daughter of Zeus... How is that possible...?" I turned to leave without a word, but Orion fought past the royal guards, crawling pathetically across the floor to block my path: "You're the heir to Zeus! Why didn't you ever tell me?!" His voice was a twisted mix of betrayal and manic joy: "No wonder I couldn't find you... This is amazing! We can finally be together now!" "Nobody will ever stand in our way again! Thalia, you're more than worthy to be my Queen now!"