Queen's Realm Novels & Stories

"The chamber is quiet, but the leylines are not. The shockwave of the Queen's departure is already rippling through the western ridges. If we remain locked in this tree, pretending the ledger hasn't shifted, we lose the initiative entirely." Eldrin’s head snapped up, his fractured pride instantly flaring into a defensive, bitter snarl. "The 'Queen'?" he hissed, spitting the title as if it were poison on his tongue. "You style that mortal creature a Queen within these sacred walls, Aelion? She is a disruption! A wild, unpredictable mutation who has managed to lock her short years into the Sovereign’s heart through a cosmic loophole!"

I have to drive twenty minutes down the road to the countryside to get to the Royal Family's castle upon the hilltop. Our village is actually named after the King's great great grandmother Aurora. Funny thing is the King is the ruler of the Vampires Clans and Werewolves Packs. He is a hybrid which would make sense. The Queen is full blooded witch so she's the ruler over the witch covens. Which also makes a lot of sense, well to me it does.

I Dreckos was so surprised to know some hidden truths about the true identity of their Queen Lea. Their Queen’s full name is Asalea. She is the only heir to the throne of the Knostican Kingdom, which no longer exists right now. The said Kingdom, two years ago has been attacked by the Ecleteon Werewolves and no Knostikan Vampires survived except for the only daughter of the King and Queen who happened to have the ability to disappear. She was able to escape and no news about her since then has been heard. The name of the Knostican Princess is ASALEA.

*We are counting hours. *I know that,* Elena replied. From where there were standing, the insides of the Great Wall of Boldon, the one that the High King, her grandfather and those before him, protected for ages, were visible. Beyond the Great Wall was a whole new world - back when the three moon goddesses were still awake, a realm of three thrones stood at the midst of it. Each throne sat a queen. The realm possessed all wonders that no one could ever dream of. There was only happiness and prosperity. These queens, however, had a brother. The brother was also a royalty yet he did not own a kingdom. Therefore, with his magic, he dug under the world and created his own realm. Without his know

A vast kingdom covered in silver mirrors. Every building reflected the sky. Every road seemed to lead in two directions. "The Mirror Realm." I studied the vision. "Who rules it?" "The Queen of Reflections." "She can see every possible version of reality." Liam swallowed. "Then she could anticipate every decision before we make it." Astra nodded. "That is what makes her dangerous." The second light appeared. A world covered in endless forests. Massive trees stretched beyond the clouds. Green lightning moved between their branches. "The Wild Realm."

Against all odds. But holding is not the same as winning. And eventually, they could not hold anymore. I turned the page. And found a portrait. Just a sketch, really. Pen and ink. Faded with age. A woman. She was not young in the portrait, but she was not old either. She was somewhere in between, in that particular place where a person stops looking like what they were and starts looking like what they are. Her hair was loose. Her expression was not afraid. Mira. Last Queen of the Witch Covens. Keeper of the High Flame. Killed in the forty-third year of the Crimson War by Aldric the Elder, great-great-grandfather of the current Alpha King.

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 close my eyes, fighting an inner battle with myself before finally releasing a breath through my mouth and standing up straight. I looked at the man on the floor and was about to walk away when hushed voices reached my ears. I froze as I slowly turned, listening to what they were saying. ….“If he doesn't crown her as his Queen it would automatically disqualify him as being crowned King of the four realms.” An oddly familiar voice said and my brows furrowed. The four realms? That was the realm of werewolves, witches, faes and I think shapeshifters. I don't know if I was right but I think that was the four realms we had. And from what I know they're actually not at peace.

I cleared my throat, mumbling, “I’m from… the south.” “The south?” someone exclaimed. “Are you from the Southern World?” Opposite Alpha Draven’s rule in the north, the Southern World was ruled by a Queen. The Queen was very mysterious, no one knew what she looked like, but she was deeply loved and respected by her own people. “Rumor has it the queen has a daughter. Is that you?” Elijah laughed in a loud voice. “Nice to meet you, Princess!” I couldn’t help but laugh too. The queen’s daughter?

“It’s all right.” Hellion jolted a bit as she suddenly heard the softness in his voice. A strange feeling welled up within her, particularly in her stomach. Her child reacts. Xegris then told her. “Now that my seed is inside you. You’ll bear the heir of the Demon realm. You will be my Queen, the mother of the whole realm.” He then caressed her stomach in a gentle manner and retracted his body away from her. Xegris sighed softly as he finally tucked her into the blanket. Hellion confusedly look at him. Her eyes brimming with doubt. She must’ve been surprised seeing him like this.