Queen Never Cry Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

Dying was the only way to forgive herself for getting defeated by a low retriever like me but she didn't get defeated she was cheated by me. All I could see now is just a young girl kneeling in front of me who could be anyone's daughter or perhaps a sister. I was snatched away from the joy and excitement I had been experiencing moments before, only to be replaced with an overwhelming amount of sadness. With her attention fixed on the ground, Eric observes the world around her as it's coming nearing a halt. I came to the knowledge that we are both simply pieces in Charles' game and that I just so happen to be the one who plays the queen and loved to be played by him. He wants me to be the rut

I murmured, half asleep, smiling against his ribs, warm all the way through. "My queen," Malik said, quiet, into my hair, like a thing he'd known for a long time and had only now earned the right to name. "My queen of chaos. If you'll have the crown. If you'll take a gray careful kingdom and a man who's still learning how to be a person and a whole city full of people who used to be ordered to fear you, and stand next to it all, not under it, and make it yours too." I lay very still against him, and felt the enormous thing his voice was circling, and decided, being who I was, to make him work for the shape of it.

I had been seven or eight, asking why wolves sometimes spoke to me in dreams. “Promise me,” she said, “that you’ll remember. When darkness comes, when you feel lost and alone, remember that you carry the blood of queens.” Blood of queens. Luna bloodline. It clicked with terrifying clarity. I wasn’t just human. I never had been. The revelation surged through me, a wave I no longer resisted. The whispers became distinct, coherent, urging me: Use it. Use what you are. I rose slowly, legs steady despite the energy surging inside me. The tingling in my hands intensified; when I looked down, I gasped. My skin glowed faintly, silvery light pulsing with my heartbeat.

The Queen stood up. Aldrian looked up—just as I stepped forward, floating an inch above the ruined ground. “You want to kill me?” I said, voice booming with something no longer human. “Then come and try.” And this time— I wasn’t alone. The moon was watching. And my kingdom was ready to burn for me. I don’t remember choosing. I remember the pain. And rage. And a scream that didn’t feel like mine but came from my throat—ripping through my body like it was made of glass and guilt.

Kayden’s POV The words just hung there in the dark room after she left. I’ll die soon. My heart was doing this stupid, frantic drum solo against my ribs. I couldn’t get it to stop. A cold fear, the kind that sits deep in your bones, had me shivering even though the room wasn’t cold. It didn’t make sense. She was the Alpha Queen. She was brutal and hard and unkillable. But she’d said it like she was stating a fact, like the sun would rise. And the look in her eyes… there was no joke there.

Nash informed. “What is happening?” the voice asked. “I did what you asked, now touch me and let me touch you,” the man growled. “I will be anything for you, Luna…” “Sure, I will touch you, after all, a promise is a promise, but I didn’t promise where I will touch you,” I spoke as I walked up to him, “And I am not Luna…” I growled as I extended my claws and pressed them right where he was pushing a blade on my mate’s throat. “I am a Queen… I am the Alpha Queen…”

Penelope’s breath caught as she took in the craftsmanship, her fingers itching to trace the delicate designs. “These will be your quarters,” Thanion said, reaching for the handles. But as he pushed the doors open, a sound cut through the air, freezing them both in place. Loud, unabashed moaning. Penelope’s face burned as her eyes darted to the source of the noise. There, sprawled naked across the bed, was a spectral woman. Her glowing form was striking, her hair a cascade of silver fire spilling over her shoulders. She lay wide-legged, her movements slow and deliberate as she pleasured herself.

I lured the ashes onto the floor and sat criss crossed as I began to chant. I felt so weak but I was going to try my best. Let's hope it works. -------------------------------------------------- I have nothing to say. Us this a cliffhanger? Well if it is. Mwahahahaha!!! I'm so proud. Happy thirty chapters to me!! Yay!!! Queen: Stop celebrating. I have part of a cursed knife stuck in my stomach. It hurts like a bitch King: I'm sorry my love. It's all the stupid writer's fault. Can't she hurry up and let Tara work faster.

The queen shoved her out of the long window and watched with a smirk as Alethea fell, flailed and screamed until she hit the hard ground with a sickening thud and died instantly with blood slowly seeping from the crack in her shattered head. The queen sharply turned around with a frown when she heard a sob and then a soft cry issue from a corner in the room. “What in the gods is that?!” she asked. She followed the direction of the sound and reached the baby on the fur blanket. She stared down at the crying baby who was no awake and carried up her in her arms. "Poor, poor you..." She crooned to the baby. "Did your slutty mother's death-scream wake you up? You felt it, didn't you, you little d

I begin to crawl, each step painful and sending nerve wracking spasms through my body but she drags me back hurling me hard against the wall, she lays on top of me, her shining eyes brooding deep into mine. "Who are you?" I say with a final breath. "Why? I'm the Queen of the west." she says a rotten smile drawn across her features. I fade into unconsciousness, her evil cackling being the last thing I hear as I fade into oblivion. "Fuck!." Unknown