Queen Of A Broken Heart Novels & Stories

The woman assured before cupping her daughter's cheeks and pecking her forehead softly. The mother faces Isabella with a sad look. "Mama loves you, my piccolo fiore." She whispers, both of them closing their eyes as their faces become drenched with tears. [Translation: my little flower] After what seemed like eternity, the woman had finally gained the courage to separate herself from her child. She stood up, making sure to close the closet doors in hopes of hiding her daughter's location. Isabella was able to peek through the small crack of her closet. Her eyes following her mother's figure with a longing glance as her hands cover her mouth, trying to silence her own sobs. Stifling her cries

Damon's aura was flaring up with dangerous dominance, yet he refused to answer her. “Do you really think you’re broken because Elena left?” She asked in a trembling voice that was filled with bitter hate and madness. “You have no idea what it means to be broken, Damon. You broke me long before she ever came! You shattered me when you made me believe I was your queen, only to reduce me to nothing but just another one of your bed warmers.” The tears were running freely now, and the pain seemed to be coming from a vault in her soul that had been locked up for a long time.

Broken-hearted Queen had nothing to do but to pray and to cry , she had lost her last hope to bear a child how can she when the king didnot care about her exsitence anymore . One night after crying long enough that her eyes were engraved by dark ashes of sadness, falling to the tough floor again , that was never soft for her fragile body yet it was more comforting to her heart than her king would . A heavy rain just started to fall , and to be fair it was the strongest rain ever witness in the kingdome , the rain was as a glowing icy blue fall , yet doesn't give cold chills but rather warmth to the bones , that night the king wandered in the castle unheeding to no where in confusion not talk

“I broke it. I..” “Bonds cannot be severed by words,” the Queen said sharply. “Not true ones. Not fated ones.” The heat surged, curling low in my belly, dragging a moan from my throat. Roses began to cry in the Queen’s arms, and I reached for her desperately, clinging even as my body betrayed me. “Hold on,” the Queen whispered, though even she looked shaken. “It will pass—”

I grit my teeth, rising to my feet. "I am perfectly fine." I answered through the mind-link as I hold my side where I could already feel the broken bone healing. "You fucking bitch!" I snarled, balancing myself on the broken wood. My palms face her as I chant. Her hands claw at her neck but her eyes. They were still so dark with murder, an emotion that made her not give up so easily as she works a quick spell of her own. "I will not let you defeat me!" She hissed through her closing throat. "I have worked too hard to get where I am today. I will not have a mere girl take that away from me!" She says with short puffs of air. "I am Queen. Your Queen!"

Phoenix sobbed. The breakdown was total. The Queen of Rebirth was dead, buried under the rubble of a mother’s catastrophic failure. Her legs gave out, her knees slamming into the grit of the cave floor with a bone-jarring thud she didn't even register. Tears—hot, salt-heavy, and uncontrollable—cascaded down her face, cutting tracks through the gray soot on her cheeks. She bit her lip so hard the iron taste of blood flooded her mouth, a desperate, futile attempt to anchor herself as her mind spiraled into the image of her son becoming nothing more than a pile of gray dust in a New York basement she never truly escaped.

I hiss, stepping in front of her. “I- Forgive us, Blessed One,” she lowers her head to the ground, stretching her arms out further in front of her. “Not what I asked,” irritation coats my words, “who ordered the death of my mate?” I snarl, feeding off the fear-induced aroma wafting through the room. “It was I,” the Queen brazenly whispers with remorse. I raise my blood stained shoe, place it over the top of her bony knuckles and twist it until I hear the satisfying sound of her bones crunching as they break. She screams in agony, trying to pull her hand out from under my foot, and I twist it the other way.

Every breath hurt her chest. She had loved the King since they were young. She had given him her heart, her body, everything. And now, he has chosen someone else. A woman she had never even met. Sheila pressed her hand to her heart, trying to stop the pain. But it didn’t help. The tears kept coming, hot and fast. She whispered softly to the empty room, “How could this happen? I was supposed to be his Queen…. She looked around the beautiful guest chamber, her eyes empty now. This was supposed to be her place, her life. She was supposed to be Queen by the king's side. She was supposed to wear his mark on her neck, not some other woman.

she said harshly her face devoid of any emotions. "I don't need you anymore witch, I am King Ethan the alpha of this pack and I can take care of my people without your stupid powers, I already have Eleanor, she is the key to destroying King Derek. Your service isn't needed anymore" I said My voice trembled with the weight of my anger, each word dripping with venom.

"Such a fragile thing in this realm." Anger flared within me. "Who are you? And what have you done to Richard?" She laughed, the sound tinkling like wind chimes. "I am Celestia, keeper of this realm. Your Richard is merely under the spell of the Celestial Harp. Here, memories of the past fade, replaced by the eternal music." Despair threatened to overwhelm me, but I pushed it aside. "How do I break the spell? How do I bring him back?"