Queen Iduna Novels & Stories

I had told myself that repeatedly. It was necessary for stability, for the crown and for the future. The kingdom could not afford uncertainty. It could not afford a queen whose lineage invited scrutiny, it could not afford unrest, so I had made the decision a king makes. My hand tightened against my chest, but the pull did not ease. Somewhere beyond the walls of the capital, she was walking under a different sky A flicker of memory surfaced unbidden. I saw her white dress, flowers woven carefully into her hair, and the look in her eyes when the bond reached for mine.

What could possibly be happening? My eyes widen as we turn to the sitting area inside the cellars. Two beautiful women sat with the king and his beta. They turn and stand abruptly as they see us. "Oh, my goddess..." the younger-looking one says, slightly confused, making me look at Hunter. "Abbie, this is Queen Elena and Luna Elora." "Queen Elena, Luna Elora... this is my Luna, Abigail," he says, placing his hand on the small of my back. Merida howls in my mind, whimpering and lowering her paws as if she were bowing to them.

she said breathlessly, “please… just listen to me.” He said nothing. His jaw was tight, his gaze unreadable. Queen’s eyes fell to the floor. Her lips quivered. Then, with no further hesitation, she dropped to her knees right in front of him. Everyone gasped. The guards who were within sight exchanged stunned glances. Orlanda’s hand froze on Oswald’s chest. Nathan’s lips parted in surprise, his phone momentarily forgotten. Queen, the daughter of Wilberforce, the woman who once looked down on everyone, was now kneeling on the estate pavement, her palms clutched around the fabric of Oswald’s trouser leg.

Well, I didn’t hide them. “Yeah. At that time, I was Reive Eridanus Castro-Firel’s wife. I was Queen of Aldenor.” At that point, her former majesty shone in her eyes. She drew herself up, her face acquiring a proud look. Nevertheless, everything disappeared almost at once. It faded like a candle blown out.

Regina said as she demanded for what had been promised to her. Darius’s grey eyes narrowed slightly at the unmistakable meaning behind her statement. Lady Regina Baldirius is the only daughter of the current prime minister and thought to be the prime candidate to become the next queen. Both the lady and her father had their eyes set on the first prince of the Kingdom and had no qualms in making their intent known to all.

"My people, we thank you for gathering tonight to celebrate the first birthday of our son, our Crown Prince Claudian V," Alpha King Claudian began, his voice deep and warm, carrying easily across the hall. Beside him was Luna Queen Rachelle, looking radiant, poised, the very embodiment of strength and grace. She inclined her head, her silver crown catching the light. She looked every bit the legend I had admired since girlhood. She was the first female battle commander and general, the Luna Queen who had led armies, the woman who changed laws so daughters could inherit titles in their own right. She was the proof that women could rise.

The noisy living room fell silent in an instant, and even the air seemed to have frozen over. Overwhelming Alpha pressure radiated from Leonard, forcing everyone present to bow their heads instinctively. "The…The Alpha King?" Timothy swallowed hard, trying to suppress the terror welling up within. Even so, his hand clutching the slave serum trembled. "Sasha has already been marked. She cannot marry you. Who here is your Luna Queen?" "Beta Timothy Newsom." Leonard sneered. "Who gave you the right to address me like that?"

Their faces were pressed against the cold floor as their bodies shook violently. Several female werewolves who used to know me were trembling so hard their teeth chattered. “S-Selena… the Alliance’s strongest Alpha King, Lord Lucas, is your mate?” “The steward elder even performed a kneeling salute! And Leo called her his mom! She must be that mysterious Luna Queen everyone talks about, the one Lord Lucas treasures above all!” Gasps spread through the room again. I found the noise irritating, so I simply gave a faint smile.

I remain silent. Listening. “Idra listens to me,” she continues. “I am the most powerful queen in this palace.” Her eyes lock onto mine. “I do not want to see you near him.” The words are not a request. They are a warning. Clear. Direct. I hold her gaze. “I am not interested in Idra,” I say calmly. “You do not have to worry.” Her expression does not change. So I continue. “I was married to him for political reasons only. If you keep him away from me, I would be very grateful.”

When everything was going well on the western side of the Daxino Uvet, the northern side was probably filled with tension and tangles of strategies. In the kingdom of Ukada, Yadivah, the luna queen of the werewolves clan was seated in her throne in the throne room, her evil filled eyes were eagerly fixed on the entrance of the throne room. Her patience in waiting made her punch her fist against the handrest of her throne which looked she was sitting on the humans’ skull.