Orphan To Unbreakable Queen Novels & Stories

She says with a small giggle. "You will stop second guessing your abilities to lead and you will rule right beside your mate. That is an order." She jokes with a hint of seriousness. I nod and smile up at her. She holds her hand out and a golden staff apears. I immediately bow down and she dubs me Queen of werewolves by tapping the staff on both of my shoulders. "I now dub thee Mackenzie Roseline Lathen as Queen of werewolves and Luna of the royal pack. Do you accept?" She asks and I look up at her.

that the money lent by the orphanage was just enough to last for a month. Good thing that my orphanage had an educational program which helped me finish high school and this aided me to get a job easily at the inventory department of Lyla’s Café. I must admit that everything went smoothly, maybe I was truly lucky. However, I still wanted to have that space wherein I don't have to think about anything, but even though I do, I don't want to become an empty space which is who I am at the moment. My thoughts went to a halt when I heard a loud bang from a harshly closed door and when I traced as to where it came from I saw a young lady wearing a light, white cocktail dress with hair so soft as t

“They asked for a solution to keep their lives. So I gave a solution that is… Abigail grace. If she gives birth to a son, then he would be a king. But he fell for a mistress and made her go through a miscarriage. That’s when she broke the marriage being disappointed. “Abigail even lied to everyone that she couldn’t become a mother in this life just to break this marriage. And they believed. “Orion Magnus Annora is the true King of this kingdom and Abigail Rati Slava, the only descendant of the Ursula Rati Slava, the wife of Orion Magnus Annora, is the queen of the Annora Empire,” The High Priest announced shocking the world with the naked truths. “The curse on these lands will be lifted when

Celine, is not an ordinary werewolf. She is constantly locked away and hidden and eventually sold. When the pack that buys her kidnaps the prince, Celine finally finds her escape. She uncovers that she does have a wolf, but it was shielded with magic, and not only that but she's a hybrid. The king and prince feel like there is more to her. There's constantly a strong sense of magic, and enchantment around her. King Sebastian is shocked to find out she is his mate, and vows to protect her, only that becomes hard when they uncover, Celine is in fact the missing Queen Goddess. She's not just a werewolf, but a fae, mermaid and everything else combined into one. That though isn't Sebast

Araceli giggled. “But there has to be a way” I protested and she craned her neck thoughtfully. “The first step you need to take is to separate the King from his mate, because with her by his side, he’ll grow stronger and no one will ever be able to defeat him” Araceli said seriously and I frowned. What the hell was she saying? How could Eleanor possibly be of any good to the Lycan king? Let alone make him grow stronger? “That’s the only way for now, Ethan. You may leave”

Come on, Ora, now is not the time for self pity, my subconscious nudges. The doors open and the girls primly file out. I take a deep breath and get in the line. It doesn’t matter If I want this or not, I need to be out of this room if I want to find a way out of here. I need to prove to the golden eyed stranger that I cannot be tamed. I WILL not be tamed, and neither will I be owned by anyone, human or Lycan. My name is Ora Devereaux, and I am a goddamn Queen.

“They fear a Luna with no leash. A woman who chooses her own fate. A mother who doesn’t bow. A warrior who refuses to die.” Cheers erupted. I raised my dagger, blood from my palm already dripping down the blade. “They called me Luna. They stripped it away. So, I claim a new title— “Luna of the Unmarked. “Queen of No Crown. “Mother of the Wild.” The howl that followed shook the mountains. Reports flooded both kingdoms. “She’s training pups—turning orphans into warriors.” “She’s tapped into something primal. Older than pack law.” “Her daughter heals with moonlight. Her son commands strategy beyond his age.”

Her teeth seem sickly, yellow in the torchlight as she sneers. “If an accident were to happen, or an unfortunate illness, the mantle of power would pass to the next available queen. A rising queen, a fading queen, it doesn’t matter. It just needs to be in the right type of vessel. A queen at the height of her power, however, is unstoppable, virtually unkillable. Immortal. A new queen must be born before her power begins to fade, and even then she needs to rise to maturity, to become a proper vessel, before she weakens enough to be replaced.

In every tongue, on every wind. And at its heart stood Elara, the queen who broke the curse, who refused a throne, who’d been remade by fire, shadow, and sacrifice. Yet, for all her titles, Crownless Queen, Heir of Two Realms, Breaker of Fate, she found herself strangely absent from her own life.

He wouldn't get to win, not over her and not now. She snapped her phone back onto the table, the clatter loud in the hush of the room. Her reflection shook in the glass, fractured by the impact. She would handle this herself. She would pull Orlanda apart piece by piece if she had to, unravel that girl’s fear, twist it until it became gratitude, loyalty, dependency. If Orlanda thought Queen was her savior, she would beg to be freed. And when the door opened, Queen would be the one to hold the leash. Not Carlson, but her.