Queen's Rise Novels & Stories

Additionally, he desired the Queen's authority for himself. Evans gave a quick exhale. "What happened next?" Briony looked up into her eyes. A new Queen is born every century. And the Eclipse King rises to take her every century. I turned immediately to only face a pale face that got everything she never desired–pain and agony. I took a deep breath. "You're implying that this has previously occurred?" Briony gave a nod. "Time and time again. And it always comes to the same conclusion.” The direction this was taking didn't appeal to me. "How?"

Then, with her expression carefully reset, the Queen rose from her throne with the kind of grace that masked every intention, every hidden knife in her smile. “On this day, we are graced with more than vows. Our Commander has found someone worthy of walking at his side, steady as he has ever been. Rebecca Rosewyn, may the devotion you give to him shine also upon the Crown. May your bond strengthen not just your hearts, but the realm itself.” The words sounded almost kind, almost real—but the flicker in her eyes told me the truth. She expected this union to break. And I felt it then—my vow wasn’t only to Gideon. It was to her throne. To her power.

It was a truth she will take to her grave but she craved the feeling he gave her when he treated her like she was the most beautiful woman in the world. It was getting difficult to deny the pleasure she felt especially because she could see another woman coming his way. There was Sayon too, but she was always out of sight but the woman who will be Queen… She was emotionally worn out. Fortunately, Ambrose did stop attempting to start something, instead wrapped his arms around her waist, while casually tucking her head against the nape of his neck as he turned her body towards him. “I don’t want you to think of useless things. The ascension of Queen is a political move, focus on your health.”

The Queen They’ve locked me in the dark, but I don’t scream. Queens don’t scream. I sit with my back against the stone, wrists raw from iron cuffs. My hair is a mess. My dress is torn. But my mind? Sharper than ever. I’ve spent my whole life preparing for this throne. I played their games. Learned their etiquette. Bit my tongue until it bled. All so my family—my pack—could rise. Could lead. And now?

The heavy implication wasn’t lost on me, especially when she called me ‘Queen’, saying she’s here for when I’m ready to open up about everything before retiring for the night. I was left with my jaw on the ground, but I shook myself out of it and scoffed, mumbling that’s never going to happen because I’m sick of talking about my abuse thanks to those meetings. Never fucking helped me, so what’s the point? Plus, this Queen shit is getting real old. Another thing that’s never going to happen. I see she’s just as delusional as the others, but at least she’s nice and kind enough to let us stay here. Plus, I could learn a little more about my mother before it’s my time to physically meet her when

Maybe I should visit the Fates again and see if they can be more useful than the last time. Though, now that I have more information from Jamari and the mutt, what they said makes a lot more sense. If Jamari is indeed the true Wolf Queen, then she would be the one that hasn’t risen yet. If she is destined to be as powerful as the Fates indicated then the Blood Moon can’t come soon enough. “She must arise for us to succeed.” whispers through my office, sending a shiver down my spine. I inspect my office with my eyes, expecting the Fates to appear at any moment. When nothing happens after a minute, I relax my shoulders, letting out the breath I was holding.

“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...

"I know you'll make a great king, Henry, but behind every great king is an even greater queen." I sighed, the expectations of royal lineage pressing upon me. "I know, Dad, and Mum was a great queen. She still is, and I want to marry a woman just like her." "I'm glad." As he walked toward me, the familial bond between us echoed through the room. I stood up, and we shared a hug, the regal ambiance providing a backdrop to the intimate moment. Walking him to the door, I opened it for him, watching as he made his way back to his Rolls Royce, which awaited him in the yard.

Richard "Regina, the Queen of Illuminare," Richard announced to the crowd. The crowd erupted in applause, their eyes fixed on me. I stood shocked by the cheerful repose from the pack member; I wasn't really accepting such good repose from my people. I never thought they would accept someone so young and unqualified to be their queen. As I gazed at their adoring faces, a sense of responsibility washed over me. I don't know if I deserve such kind hospitality from all these people. I felt overwhelmed by the weight of their expectations, unsure if I could live up to the title bestowed upon me. However, Riichard placed his hands on my waist as he gently pulled me to him, offering me reassurance a

The Queen staggered, her control faltering as the currents ripped through her precise flow, tearing at her focus and fracturing her rhythm. For a heartbeat, everything froze energy, light, shadow, and intent. Then the Queen lunged forward, eyes blazing fury, ready to reclaim dominance. But we had gained a foothold, a moment of leverage, and the spring pulsed in response to our claim, answering to us for the first time against her. The battle was far from over. The cave trembled, the spring roared, and the Queen’s fury burned hotter than ever. But for the first time, I knew we could fight her, that we could push back, and perhaps even win.