Queen Of Kings Novels & Stories

“Before I tell you, you must know that whatever the outcome, one thing is for certain. I will go down in flames or die trying to save us. We need to take every risk necessary to reach our endgame.” “And what exactly is our end game here, Leo?” Since the moment I first saw her, I have concealed a dark secret behind the facade of trying to be her hero. The heart of the now-defiant Queen may belong to someone else... But the truth is, Zeynep Volkov belongs to me and I will reduce cities to soot and ash to claim what is rightfully mine. No matter what it takes. I'll make her mine. If I have to wait... Kill for her... Slay her dragons... I will.

“I am honored to have your trust and loyalty, and my first act as King, will be to give you a Queen.” He turned and held his hand for Lana to come to him. She steps onto the platform with him and my mother meets her in front of her. The repeat all the same oaths, and once they are done Lana and my mother cut their palms and shake hands. Another wave of pwoer washes over the crowd and everyone erupts into more applause. Lana walks back to Quai, taking his hand. “I give you your Queen, Lana Deltz”

I looked on as the five clans marched to their respective corners of the battlefield, the leader of each stepping forward to meet in the very centre. The King of the Lykans, King Duncan, the King of Lamia, King Caver, the Queen of the Seers, Queen Linsar, the Queen of the fae, Queen Hatter, and the Queen of Half-Caste, Queen Simone. The five leaders joined each other at the centre of the battlefield where they awaited the arrival of the sixth clan.

Nelson held the bow in his hand to admire, his eyes shining at the regal beauty it brought. Everyone present at that place looked at the bow and arrow without feeling envious, wanting to touch it once to see how it felt to hold such a valuable item. Katherine, seeing Nelson's passion, stepped forward and said: “This bow is called The King. The accompanying arrows are named Power, Lightning, Water, Fire and The Queen, respectively. The hardness of these arrows can penetrate three layers of iron armor without bending or breaking…” Katherine paused for a moment, saw that no one, even Alice had no opinion, took a breath, and continued:

“ They won’t fight there , will they ? Not only the game but they are being displayed as well . “ said Amra worried . Aron looked at Ayla and simply smiled . “ So , what is your answer ? “ said Aron . “ ………The king loves the queen and is tolerant with her . “ said Ayla . “ His love gives her strengths and weakens him . That’s why the queen is considered quite strong even though the king is the figure of power . “ said Aron . Ayla looked at him then smirked as she seemed to understand the meaning behind his words . “ Why are you asking me this ? “ asked Ayla . “ No particular reason . “ said Aron . “ then left me answer your question . The powerful king needs a powerful queen but being a powe

THE WEREWOLF KINGDOM: THE ROYAL PACK Queen Areli sat in the office with her arms rested on the desk, staring at the king, her mate. Silence filled the room, just eyes locked with each other, promises being made with one smirking as the other fought a giggle. The opening of a door pulled them from their staring game. Queen Areli, queen to the werewolf kingdom and goddess of darkness, beamed so brightly from the win against her mate in their stare game.

I am utterly in awe of the beautiful creature in front of me. “Our mate.” Rohan mutters dreamily. “Our queen.” I agree.

They each wore a simple but lovely circlet of gold, with small Dragon wings on either side and sculpted flames around it. The group knelt as they seated themselves on the thrones. Captain Cyros said, “Your Majesties, may I present Blade Master Kolton and Sir Braedon of the Black Knights.” After speaking, Cyros moved aside to stand near the side door. “Rise,” said the king, his voice a pleasing baritone. Randey stood along with the others, taking a closer look at the royal couple. The King was not as old as he had expected. No older than his father had been, surely. He had a strong but kindly face, set off by a closely trimmed beard. His hair was black, and his dark eyes were those of a man o

Esmeralda's POV "Should I go back? No, I guess it's too late now." I contemplated. I tore the lower end of my gown as I walked further into the woods. I was running from Gustavo, the number one drug leader in Columbia, to whom I unfortunately married. I was running for my dear life but the safety of my boys weighed heavy on my heart.

"Well, it's too late, Ma. Katherine has already met Eric. She kicks him. I like his personality, so Eric would be the next king, and that is final." She curls her hands into a fist, sucks in a deep breath and looks me dead in the eye. "You are forgetting that you work for me." I laugh, a very dry, humourless laughter. This woman must really think she is the British queen. I sit upright and look at her. “You know England has a queen. A royal family aside from the one that rules rugby?” I ask. “Yes, and?" “Can you kill the queen? Your queen?” “No. That would be treason and I would be sentenced."