Queen Here We Are Born To Be Kings Novels & Stories

Emma steps forward one more step as she says, “That, Elio, is where you are wrong. My kingdom is stronger than it has ever been and would have ever been under the likes of you and your son… We wouldn’t even be standing in a kingdom if your son was where I am now…” Emma lets her Royal Alpha aura flow as she looks past Elder Elio and Colter to the warriors hissing at the young pups behind them and says, “I AM QUEEN EMMA AND THIS IS MY KINGDOM. YOU EITHER KNEEL AND PLEDGE YOUR LOYALTY OR DIE!”

"If what you say is true, how is this act related to any of them—especially Master Xander, Silvia, or Jeremy?" "It's not a deed for any old piece of land; rather, it's a deed that controls the piece of land that one of the long-dead kings of history used to call home. That's the kind of deed I'm talking about. Are you familiar with the figure of King Loren?" "King Loren? Who was it that founded one of the world's major nations and reigned over it until it became a major capital?"

Kiana watches her, a small smile resting on her lips. There is something comforting about this. The movement. The voices. The certainty that everything is coming together. “Do you like it?” the Queen asks suddenly, turning back to her. Kiana blinks, then looks down at herself. At the fabric. At the details. At the care woven into every thread. “Yes,” she says softly. Then, with more certainty, “I love it.” The Queen’s expression softens. “Good,” she says. “It should be worthy of you.”

It had made every other voice in the room feel insignificant and slightly embarrassed to have spoken at all. Footsteps crossed the stone floor. Someone walking toward her who had clearly never needed to hurry for anything in his life. She gave herself four seconds. She used every one of them. Then she turned, chin level, spine straight, hands still at her sides and she looked at the man moving through the candlelight toward her. The most feared Lycan King on the East Coast looked back at her like she was one of possession he had already forgotten.

Then suddenly, we were no longer hovering, and the white light was gone. "This is a moment to remember. Meet your first true Werewolf Queen by blood. My daughter, my firstborn, Queen Ebony Daniels. Everyone cheered loudly. Keith walked over to me. He had already been crowned King. "LONG LIVE THE KING AND QUEEN."

They always ask the blood royal first. Elizabeth replies confidently, “I do accept the honor bestowed upon me at birth, to become Queen of our mighty Kingdom,” she replies. Looking to me the Elder then asks, “Alpha Carter, do you accept the honor bestowed upon you as Princess Elizabeth’s mate to become King of our Kingdom?”.

-"You might be Matthew's dead twin brother, but you ain't my lover." -"Now, now. I am alive, ain't I?" The music was reaching the end. "With the power inside you, we can rule the world. Better, we can make a new one. Be my Queen for when I seize what's mine by birthright, and you won't be a second choice, a replacement. You will be my first and only." -"No!" There isn't even a chance!

I'll be getting there," he said to me softly. My brows creased in confusion. I had spoken to him the way I did, so disrespectful and not befitting for a King the way I had been doing since he got here and he hasn't torn my throat out of my neck. Odd. "You might have heard of the white haired Queen. A myth that had been passed down from generation to generation, or so do the wolves of the world think. A long time ago the Kings of all the nations had a meeting, after confirming that Indeed this Queen would be born and she would rule hell with its King Hades. The Alpha Kings all prepared on how to care and protect this Queen when she finally came into the world. Every nation anticipated and hop

I threw the door of the warehouse open and everyone inside got up pointing guns at me. "What the fuck?". "Where's MJ?", j asked calmly. Alex followed me, he said he didn't want me going alone and it was too dangerous. But I just think he wants to tag along, and I low-key enjoy his company. "That ain't the important thing, the question is, who are you and how dare you barge into our territory!" one of them barked. I scoffed, Dogs. "I'm the Queen, and you have one of my boys, MJ, I want him released as soon as possible", I stated.

She says, tone turning solemn for a moment, before she pushes me back as if I disgust her with more strength than I anticipated, making me hit the wall with my head hard. “And now, after 25 years, it breaks and disappoints my heart to see you like this because I know that’s not who you are. You are the true daughter of a great and powerful A****n Queen, not some weak, depressing, drunk, sorry excuse of a warrior or mother who doesn’t even know how to look after her pup properly! It should be YOU who is teaching and training him how to be the Alpha he’s destined to be, rather than some old lady because you’re too weak and busy wallowing in wolfbane-laced alcohol and self-pity to pull your hea