Queen's Rise Novels & Stories

The Devourer surged violently upward beneath reality while the final chains around existence strained dangerously. RETURN THE THRONES. The command thundered across creation. The Queen turned toward us fully now. And for the first time, I saw desperation inside her silver eyes. “Once you sit upon the Thrones, there is no returning to mortality.” Silence crashed across the realm. Kael slowly looked toward me. The bond between us pulsed softly. The impossible weight of eternity waiting above us both. The Queen’s voice lowered shakily now. “But if no one ascends”

Brandon lowered his head, pressing his lips against the warm skin behind Robin’s ear, his voice loud enough to echo in the private box: "The necklace is fifty million, Robin. But the queen wearing it is priceless." Up on the balcony, framed by diamonds and draped in emerald fire, Robin rested her hand over Brandon’s forearm, looking down at the ruined, terrified faces of Dane and Nicole below with a chilling, victorious smile.

Every bit of it. But she stayed upright, her expression tightening as the energy settled. Silence followed. Thick. Unsettling. Then the High Seer spoke. “It has begun,” she said, her voice unsteady but clear. “The prophecy is awakening.” She lifted her gaze. “The Queen has risen.” Whispers spread quickly through the chamber. “The Queen?” one witch asked. “But there is already a queen,” another said, glancing toward the throne. “That would mean…” a third started, then stopped.

I had been seven or eight, asking why wolves sometimes spoke to me in dreams. “Promise me,” she said, “that you’ll remember. When darkness comes, when you feel lost and alone, remember that you carry the blood of queens.” Blood of queens. Luna bloodline. It clicked with terrifying clarity. I wasn’t just human. I never had been. The revelation surged through me, a wave I no longer resisted. The whispers became distinct, coherent, urging me: Use it. Use what you are. I rose slowly, legs steady despite the energy surging inside me. The tingling in my hands intensified; when I looked down, I gasped. My skin glowed faintly, silvery light pulsing with my heartbeat.

She asks and I look up at her. "I accept." I say and we smile at each other before a bright white light shines. I close my eyes to shield them and when I open them again, I'm back at the ceremony. I look to my side to find Aiden staring at me. We all get up and I look at my hand. The would has healed properly and I smile. "To our King Aiden Joshua King and our Queen Mackenzie Roseline Lathen." Alex announces as they place crowns on our heads. The crowd burst into cheers. They are clapping and whistling as we step forward as their new leaders.

“Everything here has a price. You got healed for free? Someone paid. You jumped ranks? Someone noticed. Queens don’t orbit random freshmen unless they see value—or a puzzle they want to solve. And puzzles get taken apart piece by piece.” Kai set his phone down. “He’s not wrong. But damn, man… #17? That’s not just notice. That’s spotlight. You’re in the top twenty now. People are gonna test you. Humans jealous, vamps curious. And the queens? They don’t do casual interest.” Jax leaned forward, smirking but eyes serious. “You really don’t believe in love, huh? Like at all?” Nico met his gaze. Flat. Honest.

Kael dropped to his knees again, His daughter’s body lay still before him, her hand limp, her glow extinguished, But something was moving inside her. The air warped above her chest, The sentence, the one she didn’t write still shimmered in the air like a curse cast by the realm itself: The Queen will rise again, but not as herself… Kael shouted her name, Ashen backed away, sword raised, inkblade flickering erratically, Because what rose from Liolai’s chest wasn’t her, And yet it was.

She had no position to oppose. She has make take a risk to accept the challenge or Ruelle will be labeled as a coward and unworthy of the title 'Queen'. The 'Queens' are chosen by the pack they are in, including the attributes and talents they possess. The 'Mass' or students vote the next reign of 'Queens' but the votes can go so far as fifthy percent the other fifthy and final percentage are from the administrators including the head of the school. For that they must surpass the current reign of the 'Queen' before them. It was a trail nevertheless. Sometimes they forfeit due to fact some 'Queens' are quite fearsome to beat. And they all have one chance to prove themselves. Second chances ar

“Are you picking a fight with the queen?” He scowled at the woman. “She’s not the queen. There is no proclamation yet. She remains an ordinary woman with the blood of a slave who rose because of the king’s gold.” “Shut up, Arthur!” Honora exclaimed and poked at his hard chest. “Watch your words around the future queen. You don't know what she is capable of doing when she rises to rank.” In a blink of an eye, Arthur was able to snatch Honora's hand.

My mates circled me, proud and unyielding. For the first time in history, a Queen Luna rose.