Queen Administrator Novels & Stories

Elder Percy, the head of the Elder Council, stood forward from where the rest of the council members stood. "We are gathered here today for the Coronation of our new King and Queen of the Werewolf Kingdom." Percy announced. "It is always a great honor to see a new progression of our Kingdom, and we are privileged that our new Queen will be the most powerful Queen we have known, being that she is the direct descendent of our Moon Goddess." He turned to me. "Luna Princess Kari Marit Doyle, As Queen, do you promise to be loyal to the Kingdom." "I do." I said.

The woman didn’t move, didn’t flinch. “What truths?” Mira demanded. “If you know something about Kael—” The woman’s eyes darkened. “I know everything about Kael. I was the first queen. The one before you. The one he left for dead.” The forest fell silent. Even the wind seemed to stop. Mira swallowed, stunned. “That’s not possible.” “Isn’t it?” the woman whispered. “Do you even know how long your king has ruled? Do you understand what he is, truly?”

Her bright smile met the brightness of the chandelier as she spoke, and her spiking dimples appeared as though she’s meant to pull attention naturally as she speaks. “Edward?” The old-looking woman known as Queen— even though her husband was dead, still she remained the queen of the kingdom until her son was to claim his rightful position and then he’d have a wife that’d be his own queen by then. More details to Adrian’s mother is that she didn’t need a throne to be a queen. Her name is Queen, given by her biological parents, and it suits her graceful look, as her smile was a permanent expression on her face that’s always on display at all times. But this doesn’t mean that she didn’t hold th

A flicker of recognition passed through his eyes, an acknowledgment of my noble lineage. King Edward’s gaze shifted toward Agnes as I continued, my words infused with a touch of pride. “And this, Your Majesty, is Agnes, the queen of Qarth, She possesses not only beauty that rivals the stars themselves but also a spirit as fierce as the most untamed wildfire.”

Then her tone sharpens. “Especially not when your little arrangement starts falling apart.” I let out a slow breath before I responded, keeping my voice calm. “You’re making a lot of assumptions.” She laughs. “I don’t need to assume anything,” she replies. “It’s obvious.” She turns slightly, raising her voice just enough to carry further. “A queen is supposed to be independent,” she says. “Fierce. Someone people actually respect.” Her gaze snaps back to me. “But you are not any of those

She felt defeated, convinced that Caesar had come to vent his anger rather than to help or listen to her side. Caesar paused, observing the Queen's gestures. The distress was evident in her pheromones and the anguish in her eyes. He adjusted his kingly robes flawlessly and moved his hands behind his back. "Do as I have said. The Queen seems to be deluding herself about where her priorities should lie. She inappropriately granted favours to another man's wife and possibly put her in the family way. Informing the King of Damaris is one step ahead to resolving this."

Cara says while on her knees. "Sorry, but it could be worse. At least it's the right person wears it," I reply. She might not agree with me, but only through Queen Rowena's genius plan could the crown be acquired from wherever it was hidden. And we have done it without losing any of her Majesty's men. She is now the the queeen above all alpha Kings, the empress who shall rule every land and mind. This Palace finally feels like a home. And it will be even better when my mother returns.

“The Dowager Queen has also invited Lady Fox.” Oh, of course she had. Last night, during the welcoming banquet, my stepmother – my father’s third wife – Anastasia, now the Dowager Queen – had blindsided me with her grand announcement of the Luna Selection, in front of ministers, courtiers – everyone. She’d framed it so perfectly that to deny her would’ve made me look like the most irresponsible king in Hescor’s history. But clearly, the wellbeing of the country was secondary to her need to secure her status in the palace.

It is quite obvious that these past few days have changed her, but I have to remind her who I am so she can have the appropriate attitude toward me. I give her a box and tell her that inside is the first crown that I have worn when I became the queen of futanari. What I do not warn her is that crown is magic, it might look beautiful, filled with diamonds, but the trick to it is that whoever wears it has to be worthy of it, as it reads minds and does magic accordingly to the behavior and thinking of the one wearing it. I put it slowly on her head and tell her to wear it for the entire night, as she will have a surprise the next day.

She was well aware that she would have to defend her position in the industry. “I am sorry Clarissa. This has to stop,” Ysabella told herself. She put away her phone, stood up, and took a deep breath. “There can only be one queen and that’s me!” Ysabella vowed to stake her claim. Meanwhile, it has been hectic for Clarissa the past few months. She had numerous events and engagements where she became the “star,” – always getting the attention of the press and the people involved in these endeavors. Bamby, her discoverer and mentor, had nothing but praises for her protégé. He'd been offering her advice from time to time, but he'd noticed how driven Clarissa had been since she began her modeling