Orphaned Queen Goddess Novels & Stories

‘There is peace in moving forward,’ Caterina argues quietly, ‘the death of innocent, utterly ordinary children, is not something that could ever grant that to you. ‘Ordinary?!’ Elsbeth seems to throw herself against the wall. She leaps, angry but hits against the magical barrier as though rebounding from glass. The Queen is unmoved, calm as she watches without flinching. Ava is at my side, still holding my hand. Through our bond I know that her heart is thundering just as rapidly as my own. Ordinary children? Completely ordinary children? I can hear her thoughts, echoed in my own mind. The Queen represents the Goddess. If anyone thought that there was some truth in the Prophecy, it would be

“She has dishonored her bloodline. Betrayed her own. She has conceived a child with our enemy—the one who has spilled our pack’s blood without mercy.” He didn’t look at me as he said it. Not once. “From this day forth,” he continued, voice cold as steel, “she is no longer under this pack’s protection. Her name, her title, and her right to call herself Moonbane… are stripped.” The world stopped. Stripped of everything. My name. My place. My worth. A sob tore at my throat, but I held it in… barely. Aunt Ysara stood to the side, her arms folded, face a blank mask carved from ice. I met her eyes once. She didn’t flinch.

The ancient stranger who brought me here frowned and said, "You have to stop calling yourself that. I do believe that you’re made for power. You cannot continue being called a name that was associated with the weak you. You're more than that. You're a queen, the one who fought for us." Okay, okay. At this point I was so confused. What queen? And I fought for them? I really needed explanation. The creature, the Goldren as the others call him, looked up, eyes gleaming with reverence. "My Queen, no matter which form you take, we will always recognise you. You are Erin, our creator, our goddess. We exist because of you." My breath caught. Creator? Goddess? ______ _The Red Moon Pack._ The dark sk

"It’s a shitty deal, Nomo. The shittiest deal in history. But she’s the only one who can sign it." Nomo looked back over his shoulder. He could still see the faint, sapphire glow reflecting off the walls of the upper levels—a trail of light marking the path of the Goddess as she ascended toward her final confrontation. He felt a psychic scar in his mind, a jagged, empty space where her voice used to be. He realized then that the Queen’s plan hadn't been to kill Sofia, or even to kill him. It had been to ensure that when Sofia finally sat on the throne, she would be as solitary and untouchable as Seraphina herself.

The war came faster than blood dries. By the third dawn after the blood moon feast, the eastern horizon bristled with torches. Queen Isolde Valcour—mother to the dead princess, widow of a hundred battles—had not waited for confirmation. She had felt the bond sever, felt her daughter’s soul ripped from flesh, and she had answered with steel and starvation.

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

Jump out of this damn hoodie and blind this dude! Okay that was stupid. "Escalia was a very powerful woman but ever since she put to bed, her powers have weakened because she wasn't just giving birth to one but two. Over the years, she has been poisoned continuously by an unknown person who is trying to overthrow her. Goddesses are not immortal, only the one who created them has immortality" "Maybe you should try contacting her children. They'll be way better for this job" Kellyn said. "I have done just that". Everything clicked into place. We are Escalia's children?

I sighed and shook my head as the reality of his words sunk in. “Exactly. Not only that, you are to be Queen of the dragons which gives you claim to all that the dragons have. Which is a substantial amount. The Island is hidden and just for dragons, but our mainland claim is in Europe and it is extensive. You have effectively become the most powerful leader the supernatural world has seen in a very long time. The black wolf wasn’t wrong in saying you are important. You indeed are, A Queen, an Alpha and a Luna.” Cadmus said as he watched all of us from behind the desk, pacing the floor slowly as he talked. “So…the council already sees her and by extension us as a threat doesn’t it?” Laris ask

But even as she sank, Elira clutched the Pendant and focused her will. The pendant flared. And the vision came. --- She saw the Moon Goddess, standing atop the waves, her arms outstretched to the Water Court as their temple burned behind them. She saw Dessa—a radiant sea-born general—fall to her knees as the Goddess turned away, her oath shattered. And she saw the Goddess weep as she left. Not in apathy. But in agony. Because to fight the Hollow God, she had to sever her bonds—to save the world, she had to abandon her beloved.

Most of it was campaign noise, which I could handle when I got home, but an email flagged urgent from my Beta piqued my interest. I opened it, read it twice, and cursed under my breath, scrubbing one hand over my face. Apparently, in the span of a single day, the Alpha Council had pushed a policy change—effective immediately, no Alpha could run for Alpha King without a Luna at his side. A King needed a queen, they had decided. Stability. A united front. The packs wanted a family in the seat, not a bachelor. Underneath, the Council had attached a list of eligible bachelorette from the right bloodlines. I would have scrolled away ignoring it entirely, had my Beta not tacked a final message ont