Queen's Rebellion Novels & Stories

Betrayal burned in my chest, hotter than the whisky I usually reached for at times like this. I had given Matteo everything,trust, loyalty, a seat close to my throne. And Matteo had dared to betray me. He was greedy! My eldest brother warned him,but I was too blind to see it,he's gonna pay for that. The thought repeated like a drumbeat in my skull. He was supposed to be my brother. My shadow. My right hand. And he chose to spit on it.

Above it, a carving: “To the Luna who ends the cycle.” “What is this?” I whispered. Thorne’s voice was soft. “The seat of the first rebellion. Built by the Luna who tried to stop the gods from meddling in our bloodlines.” I stepped forward, trembling. “She failed,” I said. “She did,” he agreed. “And the world paid the price.” Kael touched the stone. “Why show us this now?” “Because the rebellion isn’t over,” Thorne said. “And this time… the gods won’t stay neutral.”

The way her shoulders remain tense, held too tightly, as though her body has forgotten how to rest. The way she breathes. Controlled. But uneven. She knows. Not fully. But enough. Enough to understand that this moment cannot be undone. The hall is filled. Witnesses stand in silence along the walls. Nobles in polished garments. Guards standing rigid at their posts. Servants watching from shadows, their expressions filled with quiet sorrow. Her family watches. The Queen stands near the front, her face pale but steady. Her hands remain clasped tightly before her, knuckles white from pressure. Her father stands beside her, his expression carved into something unbreakable, but the tension in his

… When I opened my eyes again, I was standing on the stage in a formal dress, facing Benedict, whose body trembled before he abruptly shoved me away. Caught off guard, I stumbled and fell to the ground. My brother, Lucas Howard, hurried forward to help me up, his voice cold. "How dare Benedict push you!" I bit down hard, forcing myself to suppress the hatred rising within. I couldn’t stop thinking about what Benedict had said as he turned to leave. "Get lost! Don’t think you can stop me from going to Yancy." So, he had been reborn too. Even better. This would make my revenge all the more satisfying.

The Queen listened to her with every ounce of her attention; enjoying the talk she's having with the cute creature that happens to be her son's mate. "Anyway, how's the King. I heard there are many rogues' attacks. What happened?" Asked a now worried Luna as their talk escalated to more serious matters. "It's his brother who started the rebellion, he has always wanted to get on the throne. But, my in-laws didn't find him suitable for such a position therefore they passed the throne to their eldest heir. Now he wants to get to by force even though he has a really prestigious rank, seems like greed blinded his mind."

He had the build of someone who’d done hard labor his entire life, all thick muscle and scarred knuckles. “We got ourselves the King’s new whore,” he said, and several other figures emerged from the shadows behind him. “Gonna have so much fun with you.” Panic clawed up my throat, and I tried to move but the constraint of the ropes couldn't let me move. "Who the hell are you? What do you want with me?" the man snarled, "We, your hughness are THE REBELS!! A group of people whom your king...your husband had ruined their life and wants nothing but revenge, to show the King hell and we will start with his new queen."

Ava’s POV Anna sat across from me, her fingers tapping anxiously against the wooden table. The flittering moonlight made her face look even more worried. I heard a sound outside the window, I rushed outside, my face filled with curiosity but I was disappointed realizing that it wasn't Arthur coming back. The queen's people are a group of people who are against the royals. You could call them rebels. They have been one of the biggest rebel groups, one that the royals could not get rid of. But they have been silent for years.

His efforts to reach this place were not lost on him. He emphasized the need to avoid unraveling it, but expressed doubt that peace is as straightforward as it seems. "But I am uncertain. The throne room doors were banged up and followed by swift footsteps as his words drew in. A guard burst into the room, his face looked pale and panicked. His lips filled with gas, he exclaimed, "My Lord, My Queen!" and a rebellion had started. It's as if the words were a slap. Is there a way for the rebellion to occur at this moment? Our efforts to achieve peace were fruitful. The blood from my face could be seen draining in.

Replaced with women who had once been scullery maids, scribes, even street teachers. The nobles scoffed. The people celebrated. And slowly, the tide turned. --- ONE WEEK LATER – THE TRAP SPRUNG We staged the perfect trap. A royal banquet—private, elegant, under the guise of reconciliation. We invited every noble who had secretly conspired against us. Including Lord Meren, Lady Vessira, and Chancellor Durn—three of the most dangerous minds behind the silent rebellion. They arrived, dressed in silk and smugness, ready to hear news of the Queen’s removal from active ruling duty.

"On behalf of his royal highness and his highness' order, my word is the imperial word as well. Do you dare question this order I'm holding in my hand right now?" "It was never our intention. It is rude to disturb the queen while she's still in the recovery phase. Why don't we settle this once his excellency is back?" Instead of words, arrows did the communication. Everyone was startled by the response of the other camp. "Enough with the reasons! If the queen doesn't come out right away, we will think of it as a demonstration of noncompliance and rebellion!" The queen who was watching behind the curtain was sweating cold. "Rebellion? How on earth did it become a rebellion?"