Queen's Rise Novels & Stories

Daniel’s niece, Veronica, was the first to raise her phone and scream. Then cheers followed one after another. “Wow! Veronica is right! I got fifty thousand too!” “Same here! The company really delivered this year!” “Mr. Aster is so generous! Hard work pays off! Let’s make next year even greater!” … One shout of “fifty thousand” after another burst around me like firecrackers. I lowered my head and checked my banking app. It was empty. Just like previous years, there wasn’t a single deposit notification. A tight frustration slowly built in my chest.

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.

She did not raise her voice. She did not release power. She simply stood. And in standing without fracture, without borrowed strength, without hidden twin currents distorting her core, she became something far more difficult to undermine. The Hollow King had declared himself inevitable. But the Queen had chosen herself. And Europe was beginning to notice the difference.

He hands me a cup of lemon water and says, “Foresight isn’t about seeing what will be. It’s about trusting what might.” : I’m in the general hall, worried I’ll ruin everything if I ever become Queen. He places a warm hand on my shoulder and says, “Queens don’t rule because they’re perfect. They rule because they rise after being broken.” Tears sting my cheeks. I rise slowly, my body heavy with memory. I turn away from the place I can’t fix, from the man I couldn’t save. There’s someone else I need to see. ~~~ Ezra is unconscious.

Her teeth seem sickly, yellow in the torchlight as she sneers. “If an accident were to happen, or an unfortunate illness, the mantle of power would pass to the next available queen. A rising queen, a fading queen, it doesn’t matter. It just needs to be in the right type of vessel. A queen at the height of her power, however, is unstoppable, virtually unkillable. Immortal. A new queen must be born before her power begins to fade, and even then she needs to rise to maturity, to become a proper vessel, before she weakens enough to be replaced.

So when Lucien came forth with the dagger in his hands, I pushed my worries down further and put up a wall to my feelings and a mask on my face, still not letting go of Mathias' hand. “My queen,” he bowed. His voice rose and echoed through the grand hall, “We gather to witness the Rise of the true Queen and her mate, her king. The gods have written in the stars, that you would come and take your rightful place, leading this realm into a new beginning and bringing the races together.

he asks as he stands up to prepare for his punishment. "Hmm... you don't have to worry about them. No matter how much they struggle to remove my curse, they will be unable to escape their fate. So what if they are slowly regaining their humanity, as long as my marks are etched in their body. They are nothing but my puppets," the Queen stated as she grins darkly. Her power is gradually rising from her body and creeping around the throne room. In times like this, only the man recognizes who is he facing. He lowers his head as he readies himself.

Blurb Ava Blackwood was born to be a Queen, but the world only saw a rejected outcast. After being publicly humiliated and cast aside by Alpha Prince Kael, Ava expects the sacred mate bond to shatter. Instead, it lingers as a painful unbreakable tether to the man who betrayed her. Sold by her gambling-addicted father to satisfy a debt, Ava's life reaches a breaking point until the feared Rogue King suddenly claims she's belonged to him since the beginning. Trapped between the Prince who rejected her and the Rogue King who awakens her dormant power, Ava must stand up for herself and refuse to be a pawn any longer. She is no longer just a mate they can toss around. She is the So

Will, as someone involved in business, was quite familiar with it. It had risen as a dark horse abroad a few years ago, and the clothing brand was beginning to gain some popularity in Country A. With good marketing, expanding further into Country A had great potential. With a company like this supporting Queen Corp, combined with Hazel’s ability, there was indeed a chance for Queen Corp to rise again. ***

Lorranie and the girls along with Tamara stared at her in concern, eager to run to her rescue. The room was silent, nothing can be heard besides the heavy breathing of Jasmine as she slowly gathered her strength. As slowly as she can, Jasmine eventually stood up on her two feet before turning to face the guests as they all stood up. The elder stood beside her as he finally announced, "I here, present to you our new queen, Jasmine," he said as everyone began to cheer, as Jasmine stared back at them with dark eyes and a sly smirk before a pair of arms wrapped around her waist.