Queen Essence Novels & Stories

she said, a nasty grin pasted on her face as she made that suggestive comment. “But, it would do you good to remember that there can only be one Queen B! ” Her smirk grew wider with that, and started to turn around, having got the last say. Or so she thought. “Oh! Fun fact Elenora. A hive can actually have Queen B, but with your grades I doubt you would know that.” that got some stifled laughs from across the room.

In an instant, everyone around them discharged their saint energy and charged toward the Queen! The Queen bit her lips tightly when she saw so many people approaching her. Her delicate face was angry and unwelcoming. "Vernon, you think these people are enough to take my life? You must be underestimating me." Buzz! Following that, the Queen discharged powerful saint energy. The air in the entire room seemed to have become stagnant. The Queen was not only the ruler of the Golden Lion Principality, but she also had high cultivation. She possessed the strength of a high-ranking saint honor and was about to break through to saint emperor.

The queen. “Have you ever played chess, Aria?” “No.” She smiled, and my throat constricted at the darkness swirling in those grey orbs. “Most people protect the King on the chess board.” She pushed herself off the bed, her back towards me, “But the Queen is the most important one in my opinion. You want to know why?” No. I already knew. My eyes drifted to her arms. I bit down on my lip when I saw something glinting in the light.

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.

Not since I met this. Sienna. She scoffs. She says something about being a pawn. Wrong. She has no idea. “You’re the queen in my game,” I tell her. She had no idea. She might have thought it might have been a harmless conversation and joke, but hell it was nothing like that. It was a comment I had said with intent. This game was like a game of chess and it had just begun. I am going to use her to get to the family. The queen is the most important element in a chess game and Sienna doesn't realise she is the queen. The most important element in my quest for revenge.

"No, Varn. What makes a queen is resilience. Grace. Power of a kind you'll never understand because it doesn't come from who she was born as, but what she became." The silence that followed was glacial. Then I straightened. "I would rather crown her a thousand times over than bind myself to any of the puppets you'd see in her place." I turned away once more, pulse pounding in my ears. "I will see you at the council chamber later," I called over my shoulder, voice clipped. "For your sake, Varn... I suggest you come with your tongue sheathed." "I know how sacred the bond is, Your Majesty," Varn barked, venom laced behind every syllable, "but can't you see? You're already caught in her web!"

said Varic. “Whatever she is,I feel like she is a pawn,” the Queen said at last, her tone hard as steel. “A puppet the goddess will use to bring my son to his knees. Every move he makes toward her will only tighten the goddess’s leash around his throat.” Her gaze blazed brighter than the moonlight. “The goddess despises our kind because we are not submissive like her wolves. We were made to lead, not to kneel. And now she means to punish us through him.”

"You will not be competing in the Queenstrials, child." I'm at a loss for words. I can't even think of the right word to question, but why. Mother continues, "You just do not meet the requirements for a legitimate competitor, let alone a potential future queen of Raelia," as if she can see the inquiry on my face. A Raelian queen needs to be the strongest, fastest, and most beautiful person in her own league—above everyone else. You don't meet any of the requirements for a king's ideal offspring, child, and she needs to be able to sire them. With all of your... health issues, you are just not fit to be a father." She hesitates, as if thinking. Furthermore, you are eighteen years old and have

She was in a dark riding habit, her whip tapping rhythmically against her thigh. "Does he have them, Doctor?" Charlotte’s voice was a whip-crack in the quiet. "He does." Daniel patted his pocket. "And I have the diagnosis you requested. The 'Queen' suffers from a corruption of the flesh. A hidden blight. It’s why the womb remains barren." "A blight?" Charlotte walked a slow circle around Noah, her eyes fixed on the gold collar. "How very tragic. The King must be devastated. A corruption like that... it requires a public cleansing, doesn't it?"

he said slowly, "we speed things up." I stepped back. "No. No more of this. I agreed to be Luna, not a puppet. Not your pawn." He chuckled. "My dear, you stopped being your own person the moment you let me clean up your mess with the council. We are bound now. You get the power, and I get the throne. That was the deal." "And if I refuse?" His eyes turned cold. "Then Clarissa stays missing forever. And once Drey realizes you can’t produce her, he won’t just exile you, Helen. He will destroy you publicly. You’ll lose everything you have and ever worked for."