Queen Tangled Novels & Stories

Sebastian asks icily. As I take a moment to truly take in the King and Queen, I realise their attire – much like Eisa’s – matches their sirna tails, which I saw at the funeral. The Queen looks regal and statuesque in a floor-length white satin gown with caped sleeves that skin the floor. The shoulders are embellished with beading and crystal work that look like feathers adorning her shoulders meeting at the centre of her V-neckline. Her golden hair with a hint of dark roots is up in an elegant curled updo with small diamond-encrusted pearl drop earrings dangling from her ears. She looks every bit the Queen she is, only thing she’s missing is her crown. The King, like the Queen, matches his s

Her auburn tresses were piled up neatly toward the back of her head, several tendrils hung loose; more in defiance than by design. She smiled as we got closer, but I could have sworn her muscles had forgotten how to pull the move off – the movement odd on her smooth face. Brown eyes, lined with thick lashes assessed us as we neared. Chocolate eyebrows arched in question as she took in how slowly I moved and how heavily I leaned on Torstein. “My Queen” she greeted me with a curtsy, thin fingers still gripping onto the door as if she doubted her own ability not to crumble in grief.

I clutched the velvet pouch of Starlight Quicksilver in my pocket, my knuckles turning stark white as my vision turned entirely gray at the edges. ​Tanya stood on the other side of the broken portcullis, her eyes widening to the point of tearing as she took in the internal fracture between our pulses. She didn't look at the engineers dying under the defensive axes; her face twisted into a terrifying, ecstatic grin as she realized the Queen’s heart was failing. ​"The Queen is compromised!" Tanya shrieked, pointing her curved ivory dagger directly at my bleeding chest. "She’s dying with him! Someone, bring the primary payloads forward! Ignite the fuses! Collapse the entire mountain face tonigh

"Harold gave us a ten-million-dollar ceiling on the card. That's more than enough. Nobody in this city has that kind of liquid cash lying around just for jewelry." Just then, a wave of whispers swept through the grand theater. The double doors leading to the VIP Box on the second tier swung open. Robin walked in. She wore an off-the-shoulder evening gown of midnight-blue velvet that flowed like liquid silk down to her heels. Her dark hair was pinned up with diamond-tipped pins, leaving the porcelain curve of her neck completely bare. She wore not a single piece of jewelry around her throat—making her radiant skin and piercing, hypnotic emerald green eyes the absolute center of attention.

Andrian heart was beating louder perhaps she has made up her mind to finally get rid of him. Yes! The beast standing close to him can kill anyone without blinking her eyes. The quietness of the atmosphere was making him think negatively, he was curious to know his fate, he would have paid more attention to the beauty of his surrounding but the queen of evil was standing before him. Elena stood watching him with those deep blue beautiful eyes of hers, he was trapped in those eyes, the eyes kept captivating him both physically and mentally. He must be crazy for finding a beast like her eyes captivating.

Queenie said and reached out his leg to nudge him. He opened his eyes seconds later and frowned deeply. He tried to touch Queenie but got kicked to the ground again by Jessica who was right beside Queenie. Angered, Velon still tried to touch Queenie but got kicked to the ground again. He repeated the same action and still got the same consequence. "What? You've suddenly become a celebrity and I can't touch you?" He scoffed, anger brewing in his eyes. "A celebrity?" Queenie scoffed and slipped both hands into her pocket, "I'm the sole heir of the Knights Group of Companies and the wife of Pierce Verlice. Surely you know what that means, don't you?"

"No, we don't have that ability. Only the original can do that. She's the beginning of our kind anyway. They call her the Phantom Queen and she is eternal, at least that's what they say. She can manifest her essence in her chosen descendant throughout the centuries hence why they call her the Phantom——something that cannot be seen but she still remains in this world." "So she still exists up to this day? Where is she now?" I sighed, scooting closer and cuddled her on my side. "Nowhere. She'd been long gone since the War of the Triad began eight hundred years ago. Let's say we are indeed a 'cult'. And we were united before under the Phantom Queen Silva who was chosen by the Essence of the Ori

She says with a small giggle. "You will stop second guessing your abilities to lead and you will rule right beside your mate. That is an order." She jokes with a hint of seriousness. I nod and smile up at her. She holds her hand out and a golden staff apears. I immediately bow down and she dubs me Queen of werewolves by tapping the staff on both of my shoulders. "I now dub thee Mackenzie Roseline Lathen as Queen of werewolves and Luna of the royal pack. Do you accept?" She asks and I look up at her.

"Impossible. You're imagining things. This is an exclusive club for Alphas that operates on a strict membership system. She's an Omega. How would she ever get in here?" He narrowed his eyes at the butler escorting the woman. "And that's a personal attendant. Whoever she is, she's someone important. Selene? She wishes." Christina relaxed a little, the logic soothing her doubts. She looked again, her gaze lingering on the clean lines and luxurious texture of Selene's outfit. That alone was enough to make her dismiss the idea entirely. Her tone turned sweet, but it carried a barely noticeable edge of envy and disdain. "You're right. And that outfit is from the newest luxury release, which is in

He merely nodded at him and walked away with his date. A loud clang was heard and silence fell over the ball room. Thane stood up and held his hands out for me. I took his hands and stood up. "I welcome you all to this celebration. As per customs, it is held in honour of our queen, my mate. See her face, know her. You've all sworn allegiance. Any evil thought or deed against her is considered treason" he lifted my hands up and pushing his dominance out so that everybody fell on their knees. He held me tightly so I didn't fall down too.