Queen Of Night Book Novels & Stories

THE night draw nigh. Queen stirred awake, her body heavy and sluggish, as if she had been trapped in a deep abyss of sleep. Her eyes fluttered open, and she squinted at the dim light filtering through the curtains of her lavish bedroom. The sleek design of her room, a blend of muted grays and golds, greeted her as she groggily reached for her phone on the bedside table. The screen illuminated her face as she tapped it on. Her heart sank and her eyes widened.

A beautiful woman with black hair and golden eyes arrived next to the new queen, who at that moment she asked to herself if she would sleep in the same room as the king, thing she hoped would not be the case, because she did not want to be so close to him, besides that she had no idea what she would do with three women around her, apparently everything it would be even more complicated To her relief, her prayers had been answered, for here she was in a room without the slightest trace of the king, thing she was grateful for, she didn't need anything from that being near her, although there was no doubt that it had been completely difficult for her being surrounded by servants, who at the req

It was old and leather-bound, the kind kept in a royal private library and handled with care. The cover was embossed with symbols she did not recognize and the pages were yellowed with age. Gianna opened it to the first page and read the inscription written in faded ink. To the Queen who will come after me. May you find strength in these words when the crown feels too heavy. She looked up at Alexandra. "What is this?" He took the book from her hands and examined it carefully. Then he went very quiet. "Papa?" "This belonged to the last Lycan Queen," Alexandra said. "Nolan's mother. It has not left the palace in forty years."

I stay motionless for a long time, breathing the rain and the city's smoke. Everything is burning, slowly, and I know the fire will never go out. I return to bed. I find his note on the nightstand, yesterday's. I tear it in two, without a word. Then I smile. He can flee, sleep outside, surround himself with shadows. I am already where he fears I might go: in his place. The night ends in deceptive calm. But the game has just changed its name. There is no more king. There is only a queen,

I wait until I hear her footsteps on the stairs before turning back to Faye and picking up the book on the nightstand. “Where was I?" I smile at her, keeping the flow of our conversation for both of us. Opening the book, I flip the ribbon aside. “Ah, yes," I turn the book so that if she were to open her eyes she could see the illustrations. "So the young Queen, both brave and kind, wanted peace for her people. Sacrificing herself, she picked up the starlight chalice even though she knew that it could be the last thing she ever did…” [Queenie]

And judging by the bruises, by the way this woman’s words dripped venom, by the sheer terror etched into the faces of the attendants still kneeling around me… That life was a nightmare. “I…” My throat closed around the words. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Her laughter sliced through me like glass. “Oh, how convenient. The Queen forgets. Tell me, will your memory return before tonight, when His Majesty summons you? Or will you shame him with your pathetic excuses again?” Heat surged into my face. His Majesty? Summons? The questions clawed at me, but I swallowed them down. Every instinct screamed not to give this woman more ammunition.

But for me, it was perfect. I sat at a table made of stone. On it lay the Chronicle of the First Queen. It was a book bound in white leather that was so old it felt dirty. I had read it a hundred times. I had stared at the words until my eyes ached. "One must fall so the Queen may rise. One heart must stop to save the mountain." The words were a cage. But tonight, the moon was high and full. Its light poured through a thin crack in the ceiling, hitting the page at just the right angle. I leaned in close. I didn't just look at the ink. I looked into the paper.

With a deafening crack, the stone split open. And beyond was darkness. Cold, thick, ancient. And in the center of the room… A single pedestal. And upon it - a book. Bound in silver and gold, its cover marked with a sigil Lyra had only seen in her visions. The mark of the gods. Killian exhaled sharply. “The First Queen’s own account. Her words.” Lyra stepped forward, her hands trembling as she reached for it. As soon as her fingers touched the cover - the world shifted.

I felt a slight tug to my left, and headed over to the bookshelves in that direction. I did not make it far before I saw a book laying out on a small table, as if it had been placed there especially for me. The leather cover was blank, without a title in sight, but when I opened the book, there was a small dedication on the first page: IN HONOR OF THE GREATEST LOVE THE KINGDOMS HAVE EVER KNOWN Curious, I turned the page. What I saw there nearly made me drop the book in fright. A collection of discoveries by Mila Benson, the 67th Queen of Fresonia

The doors slammed shut behind me with a force that made me jump, my heart leaping into my throat. Inside, the room was dark except for the flickering green glow of the fireplace, and the cool gleam of moonlight filtering through curtains. The Queen reclined in her massive bed, her back to the pillows, her head bowed as she swirled a crystal glass of glowing green liquid in her hand. She took a slow, deliberate sip. Then raised her eyes at me. “Did you like it?” she asked softly, her voice smooth as silk—but with a razor blade tucked inside.