Queen Kendra Novels & Stories

Zane did not think about the Africans. Just as they were thinking about the manner Victoria came in looking like a mess. “Kendra is gone too; I did the could and Kendra is gone. The guards she was on duty with say they last saw her in the morning, just like the queen no one has seen her since.”

He nodded, completely disappointed. "I know my son Kohl too well; he knows what's best for him, the maiden has been informed, and she should be on his way," the Queen said. Naomi found herself in the sight of the royal family around lunchtime, with Prince Kohl standing close besides her. What is your name? Her name is Naomi. Kohl responded, and the king requested that she speak for herself. Are you aware that a maiden earned his affection today? The king went on to enquire, "Yes, I am aware," she replied, "the monarch continued, he informed us that he has decided to make you his queen; of course, you know me, and the queen will not rule this Kingdom forever." My king and queen, I apologise i

She got along well the Vera, Ambrosia’s mate. They were the only women around the palace and would help with the issues concerning women when they come. Kendra as the king’s mate was regarded as the queen and was given the respect a queen deserves. People like her because she was soft-spoken and friendly. People preferred to talk to her than the king, Luka. But when he noticed this, he told the people that only women were allowed to talk to her about their problem, not men.

I was about talking when Anita came over. "Hmm...What's going on here?" she asked Lexy putting her hand on lexy's shoulder. "Kelsi here is the daughter of our maid that was sent out of the house last month...." Lexy replied her, looking at me with disgust, ".... And she had the guts to lie to me, telling me her dad is abroad overseeing his business there" I felt ashamed of myself that moment. "Wait! What?" Now the whispering coming frim every corner was getting louder, some of the class mate were covering their mouth in shock, including Anita.

Don't see me, don't see me, don't see me, please don't see me. Katherine chanted it over and over again but it was useless. She felt a swift rush of air as the flowers covering her face were swept aside and she knew that she'd been found. She slowly peeked one eye open to see a pair of tailored black denim jeans. Katherine opened the other eye and looked up to see King's too-calm eyes staring down at her, his face a blank slate. She gave a sheepish smile and a nervous laugh. "Hi," she offered.

I say, leaning back and crossing my arms. “You have not been called upon Alpha Athena..” “Alpha Queen.” “Excuse me?!” “My correct title, Elder Castor, is Alpha Queen Athena, if you insist on using such nonsense.” “Actually?” He asks, his eyebrows disappearing up under his grey hair. “Yes, I am Alpha of Blackmoon and Queen of the dark faes. And my question has yet to be answered. You have heard your rumors and believe them although they are clearly crazy.” “Do you have proof for your allegations?” Kendra asks, her voice sharp and loathing.

Against all odds. But holding is not the same as winning. And eventually, they could not hold anymore. I turned the page. And found a portrait. Just a sketch, really. Pen and ink. Faded with age. A woman. She was not young in the portrait, but she was not old either. She was somewhere in between, in that particular place where a person stops looking like what they were and starts looking like what they are. Her hair was loose. Her expression was not afraid. Mira. Last Queen of the Witch Covens. Keeper of the High Flame. Killed in the forty-third year of the Crimson War by Aldric the Elder, great-great-grandfather of the current Alpha King.

She was smiling. “I have come to pick the boys. Their father wants them to go on a holiday.” I uttered with a straight face. “But they are in the middle of their studies. They will miss their tutoring and Don Gustavo doesn’t like his boys missing their lessons.” The woman had adjusted her body to give the impression that she was in charge. “What is your name ma'am?” I asked, trying not to sound disrespectful. “Inez. Ma’am.” the lady's voice came. “Do you know who I am?” I asked.

“What is all that?” Kendra stumbled a few steps through the door to strip the bags from her shoulders, heaping them at her feet. Her wild mane of hair spiraled out from her head in fat curls, making her presence seem larger and farther reaching. Beneath the layered straps of the many bags, Sidney could make out the meticulous business-casual attire of Kendra’s work day, her badge plastered against her somewhere beneath the web. “Oh, girl,” Kendra huffed, “don’t even ask. Kids. It’s kids.”

“It should be worthy of you.” Kiana lowers her gaze slightly, warmth rising to her face. “Everything is happening so quickly,” she admits. The Queen studies her for a moment, thoughtful. “Does that trouble you?” Kiana shakes her head quickly. “No.” And it is the truth. There is excitement in her chest, light and bright, impossible to ignore. The thought of the days ahead. The ceremony. The union. A new chapter. “I just…” she begins, then pauses. The Queen waits patiently.