Queen Of Ace Novels & Stories

Sage asked in curiosity. "Enhance strength and speed. Heighten senses, telepathy, the ability to turn someone like her and command all of our kind at her will. We never know if there's more she could do actually." "So you can also turn someone into your kind?" I shook my head at Sage's question. "No, we don't have that ability. Only the original can do that. She's the beginning of our kind anyway. They call her the Phantom Queen and she is eternal, at least that's what they say. She can manifest her essence in her chosen descendant throughout the centuries hence why they call her the Phantom——something that cannot be seen but she still remains in this world."

Chapter Forty-Five. I will make you the noblest woman. King Ace's POV "You will be the noblest woman in all the werewolves' kingdom. I won’t cheat or take in a mistress. You will be the only one. My only queen." Her eyes lingered longer on me. There was still hate in them, and also doubt. But also a tiny bit of softness. That little shred of softness was all the motivation I needed to try convincing her more.

Aakifahlynn Mathiasen stepped into the light, and the world seemed to inhale. Her gown flowed like liquid moonlight, spun with Ayacquean spell-thread that moved as she did, whispering softly with each step. Her crown rested not as a burden, but as a promise, a Queen Luna who had survived betrayal, grief, and war, and had still chosen mercy. She met Demarion’s gaze, and smiled. Gone were the walls. Gone was the fear. In their place lived something fierce and fragile and breathtakingly real. When their hands joined, magic stirred.

I thought she was human. "Ace, our mate is powerful. She is a royal," I say. "I think that's why the half-moon pack wants to start a war," he said. "The Royals are back." "Mike, she is a royal," I mind-link him. "Is that why the Half-Moon Pack wants to start a war?" he mind-links back. "Ace and I think so," I reply.

The pack that should have been mine, the position that should have been mine, the life that should have been mine—all of it handed to her on a silver platter just because she was Ace's mate. The memory of the coronation still burned like acid in my chest—which I’d sneaked in and watched. Watching her stand there in that beautiful gown, the crown glittering on her head while Ace looked at her like she'd hung the stars just for him. I should have been wearing that crown. My phone buzzed on the side table, and I glanced at the message with barely contained fury. *Pack announcement: King Ace and Queen Lily are expecting their first child. Due early spring. The kingdom rejoices in this blessed ne

As he turned around to lead them on, someone pressed a dagger to his back and he stilled and raised his hands. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” a maiden having a fierceness to her demanded in a hushed voice. From the sound of her voice, she knew who Ace was. Ace turned around to meet her face, his hands still up, not trying to spook her. Facing her like this, her dagger pressed against his chest. “I know this looks bad, Casy.” “You’re helping the queen of wahala escape. It is bad!” she corrected, staring at him as if she couldn’t recognise who spoke with her.

"That Suzette is just your victim. You really love me, your future queen. And even if you can't hunt her, it doesn't matter. You can keep her as your whore after our marriage, in the same coven. I do not mind." "You know what? You're not that hot, and you don't know how to seduce a man. So, stop undressing in front of me," Ace Denzell said, throwing her away from him. His eyes narrowed into slits as his jaw clenched tight. His voice was low and deep. "Keep it in your mind that there is a huge difference between being the queen of the throne and being the queen of the heart." "If that bitch is so nice, then why don't you marry her?" she yelled.

I Dreckos was so surprised to know some hidden truths about the true identity of their Queen Lea. Their Queen’s full name is Asalea. She is the only heir to the throne of the Knostican Kingdom, which no longer exists right now. The said Kingdom, two years ago has been attacked by the Ecleteon Werewolves and no Knostikan Vampires survived except for the only daughter of the King and Queen who happened to have the ability to disappear. She was able to escape and no news about her since then has been heard. The name of the Knostican Princess is ASALEA.

The song sped up again. "You want to know why the King doesn't allow it?" "I...I guess." Ace leant in close, his body flush against hers. "Because it makes people powerful, and powerful people take over the Kingdom," Ace said, his voice dangerously low. Suddenly he pulled away, but is hand remained in his. "Can I get you a drink?" Ace asked, motioning toward the makeshift bar. Juliette eyed it warily. "I really need to get back to my date," she excused. Ace's grip on her hand tightened.

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.