Queen Of Kings Novels & Stories

I noted him the way you note a drawn blade in a crowded room, and looked past him. But I forgot him soon enough. At the end of the hall stood twin thrones of gold so fine it looked like dragonfire still clung to the edges, and before them, the king and queen. King Cassius was exactly what I’d pictured the ruler of dragons to be — tall, unyielding, grey eyes that didn’t look at you so much as weigh you. Beside him, Queen Veronica wore her beauty like armor: strawberry-blonde hair pinned in an elegant twist, a gaze that quietly saw more than you wanted it to. Somewhere beneath their roof was the woman the prophecy meant — and I still did not know her face. The seers had given me no name, only

“The first Moon Queen.” My heart pounded. “But Mother was supposed to be the first.” “No.” The Queen looked directly at me. “Your mother was the last.” Silence. Kael looked at me. “Then who was the first?” The Queen smiled. “Me.” The First King suddenly appeared beside the doorway. “No.” The Queen turned toward him. “You've lied for long enough.” His expression darkened. “You don't belong here.” “Neither do you.” The Queen lifted her hand. The First King was thrown backward.

Cox glowering at her. She could also feel another pair of eyes melting through her skin, turning her eyes to the head of the table, she was met with the deepest blue eyes she had ever seen. Alex Donovan, the ruthless billionaire CEO and also the most eligible bachelor in City M, in fact the country. The pictures she had come across while doing her research had not done him justice. She aimed a smile at him and turned to listen to the presentation Mr. Cox was giving. The next 10 minutes passed in a haze of boredom. This was probably the worst PowerPoint presentation she had ever seen and that was saying a lot.

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 wasn't everyday you got to witness an actual ball in an actual palace. The table we were sitted around was for the 'high and mighty' people in the three realms. The highest and mightiest of the high and mighty in fact. This meant probably just the kings, queens, princes and princesses were allowed on this table. Of the three realms, only one of the kings had a wife and a cute little daughter. The other kings were Corey who was still unmarried and king Jacob who was also unmarried leaving a lot of vacant seats left. However, it was against protocol for a non royal to sit at the beautifully carved table.

(Hume aap logo ke vishwas hai lekin,) "But respected Priest, I am a Satrap. I learned to move the sword with my hands. The King needs the Queen in the backend and what would be a Queen if she doesn't even protect herself. How she will protect her Empire when she was reliable on others for her safety and the thing is not about safety. He disrespects the Wedded Princess of your Empire and I taught him a lesson of disrespecting a Women and I will continue teaching if needed."She said looking at the ground and her words made everyone silent in the hall and I smiled. Tigress... Roarrrrrrr

I shake my head with a smile on my face from the memories from earlier today. "Cali, we need to talk about something," Dominic sighs, his lips form a thin line. my forehead creased, "What about?" "As you know, Winter is the oldest Girl. So she will be the first Queen to rule the Kingdom," I nod. Of course, I know Dominic has talked about this since I told him I didn't want to try for a boy. All of our Girls got black hair. Rayne and Tara both have blue eyes. Winter was born with bright emerald eyes.

I tried to walk past but they blocked my way. "Great! a dumb too" "Gardenia stop it" a male voice boomed. "Why should I. If a common half-breed has the opportunity to rule us, I think I have a chance too" so that was her problem. She wanted to be Thane's mate. "The king needs a strong queen not a weakling. An asset. The people need a strong queen not a puny half-breed who can't even stand up for herself" some murmurs of approval was heard. For the first time in my life, I felt extreme hate for another person. Intense anger burned through me. I clenched my fists tightly and met her eyes.

We looked back to see Dom standing in the middle of the hall. "What is it, young man?" The Senex asked. "How can they be king and queen when Amy Daunter is alive?" He questioned. "Clare James is the daughter of Jane James, therefore she is the true monarch as she is her daughter. The sword decides the King and Queen. Amy Daunter was never the queen. She was given the title for the time being. We told her that she could attain the title if she could bring us the sword. But she couldn't" He explained to Dom.

She asked Myra to prepare outfits for three of them with the same cloth, design and pattern. The Queen took her seat next to her husband and kept her hand laced together as the servants bustled around them, setting down trays and bowls and cups to the arriving guests. They had all of Talia and Selene's favourites; red wine and grilled chicken, roasted potatoes, spaghetti with meatballs, lots of ice cream and buttered breadsticks. "You have given me a wonderful three years," The King said softly, gripping her hands tighter, "And you look just as beautiful as you did when you bumped into me in Olympus party all those decades ago."