Orphan To Unbreakable Queen Novels & Stories

“I have to use you as a weapon. Just this once.” The snow fell silently around her. Ava stood at the edge of the rooftop, the wind tearing through her hair. She knew from this moment on, she would never be that little girl again—the one who cried over broken friendships, who believed in the goodness of people. She was Ava Rosier now. Queen of the black roses. And she was going to dig her thorns into everyone who had wronged her. She would collect every debt owed to her, with interest. One by one. No exceptions.

"They won't be able to take our ladies from us. I promise!" "I hope you're right, my King," Orian says, accepting my promise. "I'm always right. Our Queen won't allow Jessica or Odett to be taken from her. Remember, Rain was their Queen before she was ours. And Jessica would never choose to leave you or them." I say, and he nods. I look at Sam. "Make sure there's a car waiting for them at the orphanage to bring them back quickly. Something tells me they'll lose track of time."

His voice carried through the speakers to every corner of the banquet hall, reaching every ear. Clear and authoritative. "Oh, and one last thing. Something Miss Elena specifically asked me to clarify." He paused, letting the anticipation build. "Everyone, let me formally introduce you to the truth. Miss Elena is not a helpless orphan as you all believed." Gasps rippled through the crowd. "She is the only biological daughter of Andrew Sterling, Alpha of the Sterling Pack, who was lost years ago during a rogue attack." Shocked murmurs grew louder. "She is also the sole legitimate heir to the Sterling Pack and all its territories."

“That power bends to those who dare speak when others cower. Tonight, one voice rang louder than any I have heard in years — not in rebellion, but in truth. Dora.” My name in her mouth was soft. Measured. What game is the Queen playing? “You were brave, if wildly inappropriate. But perhaps... appropriate enough for a queen. You possess the white hair — the mark of ancestral right. And now, with your display tonight, I see no reason not to put you down as the rightful heir to the throne.” My lungs forgot how to work. “And,” she continued, “to secure unity, I propose a joining. A marriage. Between you... and my remaining son, Raul.”

The Queen burst into laughter, "The wand you put in his chest?! Yeah, I knew about it! I replaced the role with my wand when I hit him with that spell! My wand is now the wand of the three Hallows now!" "I'm sure you did," Kitty nodded, "But you also broke Phosis." "You stupid girl!" The Queen looked as if she was crazy already, "Phosis?! Is that what you call it? You have no idea what you possess! It's actually more powerful when its shell breaks! And it's mine now!" The Queen rose her hand, and a shred of liquid metal in the color of steel grey blue flow in her palm. "I have now the three most powerful magic items in the world now!" The Queen chanted loud, "I'm alone is the most powerful!

For some reason, it is upset with me again. “Do you remember what I told you about your queen, what made her special?” The Oracle queries as my sight slowly returns. “That I can have her, but never keep her, that she cannot belong to one or even a few, but that she is a child of the universe itself.” “And…” The Oracle waits for me to give the right answer. “That if I tried to keep her, the world as we know it might come to an end. That without her connections to the things and people that matter, we will lose the ability to fight back the never-ending void.”

The same Hazel who’d spent three years pining after me, begging for a glance, a touch? “Are you even listening to me?” Liora snapped, stepping closer, her hands on her hips. “You always do this. You want to make me the other woman forever. Your father isn’t here anymore, and still you’re going to keep that woman as queen while everyone calls me the mistress?” I rubbed a hand over my face, trying to shake off the daze. “I would have made you queen a long time ago, Liora, but you know that decree is a blood decree. It can’t be broken easily.”

“We don’t rush this. We dismantle his foundation. Quietly. First, the King's trust. Then Kael. Then the people who would bleed for him.” Casian gritted his teeth. “And if that fails?” She finally turned to face him fully, her expression regal but icy. “Then we break him from the inside.” Her voice dropped. “What do you think would happen if he bled because of that kid?” Casian went quiet, something predatory flickering behind his eyes. “He’d shatter.” A long silence. The Queen reached out and straightened the collar of her son’s tunic, her hand slow and delicate.

A child faded. “And love.” The woman holding the infant vanished last. Mira tightened her grip on Kazan’s hand. “Every oath made it stronger,” the Bone Queen said. Kazan stared at the crown. “Then destroy it.” Silence. The Bone Queen turned toward him. Her expression hardened. “If destruction were so simple, Alpha Kazan, do you believe I would have remained here for centuries?” “What does it take?” “It cannot be destroyed by ordinary means.” “Then what means?”

He roared and whirled around, and grabbed me by my hair and threw me down on bed. "STOP. I said stop fighting me, stop pretending like you will somehow win this." I shook him away from me, snarling as I did. "You will not break me, anymore, Theodore. You will not control me. I will do this for Anne, but remember one thing. The more you try to break me, the more I will become stronger, and I will come for you, Theodore." "And? Who is going to help you? Anne? I am the King, Rhianna, and no one will believe you. Everyone think you are a disgrace to my name, anyway," he scoffed. "Now, adjust your dress, comb your hair. We are already late."