Queen Of Everything Novels & Stories

When I’m not. These women probably ran the whole supernatural world. While the men were always roaring and yelling in each other’s face about who is who. I know women are the key players in that game of chess. If the queen is protected. Everything is going well and you can make great moves. And when shit goes south, the queen protects the king. I’m guessing this is where you get your warriors and foot soldiers for protection. “The one and only,” Daciana smirks proudly. “Wait, I have heard that he was with someone. The daughter of that small pack’s alpha.” She stares at me with widened eyes. “It makes sense now. I have never seen someone as pretty as her.”

Kiana watches her, a small smile resting on her lips. There is something comforting about this. The movement. The voices. The certainty that everything is coming together. “Do you like it?” the Queen asks suddenly, turning back to her. Kiana blinks, then looks down at herself. At the fabric. At the details. At the care woven into every thread. “Yes,” she says softly. Then, with more certainty, “I love it.” The Queen’s expression softens. “Good,” she says. “It should be worthy of you.”

"It's building something and asking someone to keep it with you. I'm not collecting anything tonight, Zariah. Debts are dead. Your hand is your own. I'm on my knees in front of everyone who ever wanted you gone, asking for the one thing that can't be taken, or bought, or collected." The box opened. The whole ballroom made a sound. "Marry me," I said. "Be my queen because you choose to. Say yes, and say no, and I'll still build you a hundred clinics and stand behind them where I scare the clients. But God help me, woman-" and my voice cracked, once, in front of four hundred people, my voice, cracking "-please say yes." Zariah’s POV

She walked straight to Devi, her grumpy face a mask of pure, unadulterated spite. She reached out and took his glass, or what was left of it, and set it on the tray of a passing waiter. Then, she leaned in, her lips inches from his ear. "If I'm the Queen," she whispered, her voice a lethal, mean purr, "then I'm the one who decides who lives and who dies. And I've decided that the first head on the chopping block is yours." Devi's hand slammed onto her waist, pulling her flush against him in front of everyone. His obsessive grip was a brand. "I've been waiting for you to try, baby. But remember... a Queen is nothing without her King."

She commenced enjoining her hands together in a clap, “I admire that you think your emotional and mind games can work on me, Zoraida. Since your other daughter is blind... you need a replacement which is me, isn’t it? Aren’t you ashamed? When would you ever learn?” In total confidence, the Queen walked over where her daughter spat. She folded her hands, displaying her tattoos and black paint which was embedded on her nails vividly. “Idiot.” The Queen spat. “You should be grateful I’m given you this spot finally. Do you have any idea of how many people are dying to be this? Have this power? Do you, huh?!”

No matter how much she called Kana never turned her head back until she disappeared from their sight . ' No !........This can't be happening !.......Everything was alright this morning . I was wearing luxurious dresses that were tailored just for me . The jewels that were the envy of all the neighborhood kindoms . I was wearing the crown of the queen . Everything was perfect....perfect like usual.......How come all of that collapsed in half an hour ?!.............How ?!...........It's her fault ! It's that damn Catherine and her daughter's fault . They are to be blamed for this . Those hateful bitches ! How could that ugly daughter of hers seduce someone as great as the crown prince of Spain

“My clan, my family, my friends, I am Leana Holstin-Castien, Guardian of the Realm, Councilwoman to the Supernatural, mate of King Drake Cazien, and now Queen of the Undead. Rise and come, swear your oaths to me. Know that I will always keep my oaths to you, and you will be bound to keep yours to me.” She stands on the stage as first Demetrius and then one by one the rest of our clan come to swear their loyalty and fealty to my Queen and then drink her blood. Mehira and Jael also come forward, swearing their loyalty to my mate. I stand close to her, snarling when it looks like someone is going to take more than a sip of her blood. When it’s done, I take the empty cup and raise it to the sky.

Then she saw Adonis fingertip waving like he's saying a spell. Kyle continued to speak. "...You are not from this clone world, Alexia! You are no ordinary. You aren't from the past nor from the future. You are the princess in the real world. You are the only creature in Discreet World that can destroy and defeat the Black Queen. You are the next person that will soon wear the inherit royal lux crown. You are the next Queen who can save us all! You are the last weapon. " Kyle explained. Alexia shook her body like she wanted to release herself and talk back to them.

Or your boyfriend who cheated on you. She love’s everything black. Dragons are her symbol. She is a fire-breathing bitch queen when she wants to be. But there is also the soft side that only we see, were she struggles with self-confidence and just wanting to be loved by her dad and not sold to the media as the perfect daughter. She tries to rebel, but her dad shuts the stories quicker than the Flash. She’s the girl you will catch watching Bones or Criminal Minds. She loves it all, her side hobby is researching serial killers. Listening to Crime Junkie or any other podcast she finds.

Everything I went through — the pain, the tears, the torture, the isolation, the abuse — all led me straight to the arms of my king. One night. One contract. One game. It was supposed to be just payback, but I got more than I paid for. I got a lifetime, a kingdom, and a love worth crossing realms for. My name is Patrea. I am a daughter, a mother, and a grandmother. A light witch, a demon, and the Queen of Kalmerus-Athwart. But of all the titles I held, there was one thing I was most proud of: I am Lucius’ Queen.