Queen Here We Are Born To Be Kings Novels & Stories

I know you're not in a position to have serious conversations, but we don't have time to waste when our nephews are in danger. Max looks up at Cameron and Nod. - The dominance of Dimon and the council is coming to an end. The Golden Pack is back and with it our queen. - What queen? The kings are in the council dungeon, in a state impossible to describe. There is no queen. - There is, bro. The kings had a beautiful daughter and she was received as a queen. The Goldem Pack was reborn with her coronation. Maxwell sits down better on the couch and looks at his sister confused.

I refuse to choose another queen. ******************************************

“Ours. The legacy of your Queen. QUEEN MAYA THUNDERSTORM!” Gasps turned into cheers. Cheers into roars. “LONG LIVE THE KING!” “LONG LIVE THE KING!” “LONG LIVE THE KING!” The roars got louder and seemed to echo throughout the Supernatural Kingdom. Then: “LONG LIVE THE QUEEN!” “LONG LIVE THE QUEEN!” “LONG LIVE THE QUEEN!”

I mused, the thought jamming itself into my head. "We've been King and Queen for as long as I can remember. We cannot procreate and we do not grow old," Ambrosia's brows scrunched, eyes falling to her fumbling fingers, "We are the only ones that have been around for so long. The King and Queen before us had been killed for misuse of their power and we were chosen to take their place, born with a mark stating our future." "Born? If you can't procreate how are you born?" Monica spoke up.

I was merely a pawn on his big board… no, I'm not going to be anyone's pawn. I was born a queen and even Savaş Ewald, the king of kings, was going to acknowledge that.

She asks and I look up at her. "I accept." I say and we smile at each other before a bright white light shines. I close my eyes to shield them and when I open them again, I'm back at the ceremony. I look to my side to find Aiden staring at me. We all get up and I look at my hand. The would has healed properly and I smile. "To our King Aiden Joshua King and our Queen Mackenzie Roseline Lathen." Alex announces as they place crowns on our heads. The crowd burst into cheers. They are clapping and whistling as we step forward as their new leaders.

He said in a low voice, “Baby, how could this be enough? The night is still long…” His magnetic voice conveyed the most primal desire, thick with eroticism. Adrian had shed his gentlemanly facade, revealing himself to be a beast of astonishing stamina.

A line from India's diary floated into my mind in that moment. -Being a queen and the sovereign ruler of a kingdom had never been a goal of mine from the start but after I became one, I realized that it was the best decision I had ever made in my entire life. I was born to rule. It was a shame it took me so long to discover that fact. What if that same thing applied to me? What if I was born to rule? Born to be a queen? Born for greater things than imaginable for a human? I pushed my shoulder back and drew my eyes into narrow slits. I took the first step. Then another. And another. I kept on walking till I got to the podium.

Once they were born and we stared at our pups I shook my head, “how do we tell them this.” My King smiled as he leaned down and kissed their forheads, “what, that their next King will be a Queen.” THE END

What was this little wart babbling about? "Kings have Queens," I put it for him in baby language, "when a king marries a pretty lady, " I played out, "she becomes queen and if he dies, she rules in his stead. If they do have a son he becomes king but if they only have a daughter well now, voila, look who's Queen," I explained, pushing a strand of my hair off my shoulder. "Not in Daromia," Syre scowled, folding his arms, resembling that of a toddler, who was winning an argument.