Queen Of The Night Novel Novels & Stories

I AM THE LUNA QUEEN ~~~ Blurb. I went to sleep a nobody. I woke up a Queen. One night I was just a broke, exhausted college girl. The next, I opened my eyes in silk sheets, with strangers bowing and calling me Luna Queen. The face in the mirror is mine. The body is mine. But the life isn’t. The bruises on my wrists tell a story I don’t remember, and the King I’m bound to doesn’t love me—he loathes me.

"Then the sleeping queen will wake up. What does that mean, Novalee? Why are you shaking?" She dropped into the nearest wooden chair, her knees giving out. "It is an old story. A nursery rhyme from the old lands. A legend." "Tell me," I demanded. "The princess falls into a deep sleep," Novalee said, her voice trembling. "While she sleeps, the kingdom rots from the inside out. Fire licks the earth. The sky turns green because the witches are stripped of their magic, their power bleeding into the soil as nature dies. The princess wakes up in a graveyard. She walks alone through the ash, and she calls herself queen."

My blood turned to ice as the final symbol appeared. Because the words weren't meant for the kingdom. They weren't meant for Kael. They were meant for me. The Queen has awakened. Bring her to the Gate. End of Chapter 9

I asked expectantly. “How about you find out after I give you a ride there?" He replied with a question. My insides tightened, and I clenched my toes. I held on to the back of his neck as we rode off into the night. We came to what seemed like a level grassland, only that it had flowers that were strangely shining in the moonlight. “What are they?" I asked as I watched them curiously. “Can I touch them?" “No. It's the Queen of the Night. They're poison."

Something magnetic and ancient, humming beneath my skin like a secret trying to wake up. I should’ve walked away. Instead, I smiled. “Well, since we’re both bad at parties… wanna share the flask?” His grin was slow and dangerous. “Don’t mind if I do.” And just like that, the night changed. Kael’s POV The woods should have been silent. They usually were—trees whispering secrets to the night, shadows licking at the edges of my boots. But tonight, the wind carried something else. A heartbeat. Not prey. Not threat.

And it was writing now. Liora rose from the ash. The Inkblade was beside her again. But it felt heavier. More dangerous. Because now, it wasn’t just her weapon. It was her past. The wind picked up. Pages fell from the sky, Not blank, Not yet Each one with a title that pulsed: “The Queen of Ash” “The Mother Who Burned” “The Daughter Unwritten” “The Betrayer’s Return” One page stopped in front of her, It was written in her own hand but she’d never written it. And it read:

I cry out to him as the wolves continue to surround me. Raphael shifts back into himself and begins to circle me along with the Rogues. “Well, well, well. What do we have here? The Slave Queen all alone in the forest.” Holding my head high I stare at the man, trying not to look at the circle of wolves growling around me. “I am the Queen,” I say proudly. “You are nothing more than the sex slave you have always been,” Raphael growls at me and I try my best not to cower under the power that is radiating off of him. “Do me a favor and let your King know that Victor sends his regards.”

he reveals, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. My reaction is immediate, a silent acknowledgment of the unexpected twist in the night. Penelope, the revelation hangs in the air, and a surge of anticipation electrifies the atmosphere. The royal balls, as I affectionately call them, tighten in a blend of surprise and delight. Penelope, a hot mamasita, makes her presence felt in the grandeur of the elite club, an unexpected turn in the tapestry of the night's possibilities.

But the choice has never been mine. [A Queen…] Once a maiden. Now, a Queen. The Queen of Alkhemi. Or should I call myself the Queen of Nothing? Because at the end of it all, I lost everything. These are the repercussions I was talking about. Nothing I did saved me from the doomed fate that had been laid out for me. Everything I thought I did right ended me in ruins. Battling between two Kings is a tragedy no Maiden should ever have to face. Now that the entire kingdom’s future rests on my shoulders —something I am not quite sure I want for myself— the pressure has multiplied. Because a Maiden has a heart. And a soul. And longing. And when Rome, a green-eyed Lycan King keeps tempting me with

And on the second tray was a kettle of chamomile tea. The Queen sat up snatched a plate of pastry from the tray and dug in like a starved animal. She brought the snow-like pastry to her mouth and moaned when the chocolate burst into her taste buds. The sound stirred something inside him but he ignored the sensation. He needed to know what the hell was going on before getting aroused. “ Congratulations son” Annalise blurted out and the King raised his head, taking his sight off his weird Queen. Annalise hardly ever addressed him as such unless the situation was serious.