Queen Novels & Stories

she retorted, sticking out her tongue. "What- I am not gay, you-" he paused as though he just realized she was teasing him. From his position, he neared Maria, pushing himself toward her till he was no farther than an inch from her. Maria was glued to the chair, scared to move or even breathe, anything she did ended with the inhalation of his entire scent, it filled her nose springing up unholy sensations from the right places, there was no pretending the tension wasn't there for them both.

The apartment he rented in Trafford, one of the districts of Manchester, was at least ten times larger. Lou added to the trinkets from fans another one - a designer toy. A sort of cross between a sheep and a dragon, with eyes like two dark forest lakes. He puzzled for a long time what to give his beloved, and decided that she should like it. With her specific tastes. And I didn't guess. Kit squeaked and squeezed the monster with childish delight. She baptized him with his name. And then she began to squeeze Louis himself.

Smith’s POV “You are probably wondering why I am doing this. Melissa, you know I didn’t finish the story?” Melissa’s POV I have long forgotten the ending of the story, so I didn’t know whether he finished it or not. “The lion took care of the antelopes calves, just to later sacrifice them to other lions. That’s true revenge!” he said clasping my shoulder. A cold shiver and sweat ran down my back. “Do you know who Kate is?” he asked me. I really think that he has lost it. Kate is my son Albert’s girlfriend. “What do you mean?” I asked him.

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.

The woman rose to her knees a stunned look on her face “our queen has not had a familiar in a very long time and as such the only feeling left to her was anger which can look alot like cruelty to an outsider” the boy said standing the rest did the same “i choose you... i am luke my queen” he said bowing his head, black hair falling over one of those lavender eyes, eyes turned just a bit upward, pink lips thin nose, she liked his look

This is a LOT to be happening so soon. “I guess I am never going back to uni then” I state the obvious. Leo looks genuinely sad for me. “You can still continue your work though, can’t you?” He asks. “You can probably achieve more with it as Queen now. Queen Nova. I never thought of it before.” “While you were unconscious, I was trying to decide which was scarier, ruling an entire kingdom or being entirely responsible for one human being forever”. Leo looks at me and nods, he understands what I mean.

"My Mother, your Dowager Queen has invited you all here, to show off your daughters to me," Killian yelled out as he kept his eyes yellow. "I have a mate, Countess Euphemia Winters, she is of noble blood through her father's side, Viscount Conrad Booth of Billings," He let his eyes go back to their light blue color as he pulled me close. "Let it be known since The Queen Mother thought to have almost all the royals in one place, I shall announce to the rest through mind-link. This is my mate, my future bride, and your future Luna, none shall take her place, you've come under false pretenses and my mother shall suffer the conseque

She raised it aloft, the symbol of royalty and the culmination of the coronation. "By the divine investiture bestowed upon me as oracle of the gods, I hereby crown you, Valeria Claire Romero, as the Queen of wolves!" Azura proclaimed, her voice resonating with the divine power she represented. In that moment, the hall filled with a hushed reverence, recognizing the sacredness of the occasion. Valeria, now adorned with the crown, was officially recognized as the chosen ruler. The royal coronation had reached its pinnacle, and a new era had begun under the reign of the crowned queen.

“Currently, there’s only one in the world, mom.” “That’s impossible! He has a mate and a family. This must be some sort of mistake.” “The present alpha is a she. She’s the daughter of alpha Rodrigo.” Dylan clarified what he meant. “You can’t be mated to someone from the Pride pack. That’s outrageous!” His mom yelled, to his surprise. How could she still be in denial after all he just explained? “And why is that, mom?” “Because those people are extremely dangerous. They are known for practicing magic. Dylan, they have casted a spell on you.”

Virelle Ashbourne gave Kael Hartwell four years of quiet devotion. She learned to love a man who barely looked up from his phone, who forgot her birthday twice, who called her sweet and dependable the way a man might describe a good umbrella. She told herself patience was a kind of strength. Then she found out she was pregnant, and for one golden afternoon she believed her waiting had finally paid off. That night she overheard him laughing with another woman, telling a room full of strangers that if his wife disappeared tomorrow, nothing in his life would change. She didn't scream. She didn't beg. She packed a single suitcase, signed the divorce papers he handed back without re