Queen Taratect Novels & Stories

Why the hell was it so bitter? I walked out of my office to look for my maid. My thoughts were in a complete mess. Only Bella could affect me like this. TESSA! Sir..." I glowered at her. "What the hell is this? What have you done to my coffee? Why does it taste so damn bitter? Don't you know the regular mix I drink? She lowered her head, frightened. "Sir, Miss Isabella was the only person who knew how to make the perfect blend of your coffee. I am sorry, sir. I forgot to ask her about it."

Someone sang off-key near the barrels. I wove through the crowd, looking for Harrison. Instead, I caught scraps of conversation from a group of warriors. "—took down three rogues before the rest of us even shifted." "The new strongest female warrior. I'm telling you, she's something else." I slowed my steps. The strongest female warrior had always been Valeria — Alpha of the Crimson Fang Pack. They called her The Selene-Blade. People said the Moon Goddess herself had blessed her, and she fought in a terrifying mask — all you could see were her red eyes, glowing. No one had ever beaten her.

Finally, I couldn’t hold back the question that had been nagging at me since last night. “Tariq,” I began hesitantly, “last night, you said something about me being... a queen. What did you mean by that?” Tariq’s expression shifted, growing more serious. He cleared his throat, glancing at his mother before turning back to me. “Leah, there is something that you need to know. You are the last descendant of a powerful bloodline. A royal bloodline, in fact.” I stared at him, my heart skipping a beat. “What? No, that can’t be right. I’m... I’m an omega. My mother was an omega, and my father.....”

Multiversal Compliance Officer #472-B: “Celeste Valentina Tsatoke, née Blackwing, Storm Queen, Luna of the Calder-Tsatoke pack, co-ruler of Aerie Academy, bearer of the Twin Thunder Crown, etc., etc. You are hereby served with Notice of Reality Debt in the amount of 3.7 × 10⁹⁷ joules of narrative energy, 14 broken destinies, and one (1) stolen sky. Payment is due immediately, or we will begin repossession of associated assets, including but not limited to: - your husband - your pack - your dorm - the concept of Tuesdays Sign here.” It holds out a pen that screams when you touch it. The entire arena is silent.

“ Well their Queens were not tainted by the hands of another man before they found them” Valtar sighed, he knew the reason why Treven was angry and bitter about his wedding Eve. He felt cheated by Natalí, He thought his queen was going to be pure and innocent, made for him only, that was the reason why he had searched endlessly in the past for her but the goddess had blessed him with a married woman instead. Valtar felt that any Nayaki king would have been happy regardless of the marital status of the woman Natalí chose for them but Treven was a very possessive man. He doesn't like to share. That was ironic because the Queen would also have to share him with three other women in his harem.

"I can see that. Nice to meet you two. I'm Queen Aqualia of the ruined Southern Kingdom and the Antarctican Kingdom." Aegean whistled. "The Antarctican Kingdom? That's…" "It's also our pleasure to meet you, Queen Aqualia," Terranean picked up where his brother left off. "Is it just me or are the Antarctican weird to send their Queen out like this in a battle," Aegean frowned. "I've heard stories about that Kingdom but to be this cocky is just breathtaking." And the blunt guy stuck again. I swore this man could not keep in anything. Now, I understood why Martin was uneasy that he was coming.

He tried to appease her as much as possible and not to let emotions shine through her face. "Forgive me, my lord, but Taryn Fahan is not a lady," Taront interjected, looking at the lord grimly. "She was crowned queen by twelve lords of Elder as soon as King Rothbert's heart stopped beating." Elhiàs' face lit up, his gaze became warmer, and he turned to Taryn, looking her straight in the eye. A slight hint of a smile on the mouth. Does all this amuse him? Thought the queen.

“Ol’ Wes, get in contact with our company’s keyboard army…” She had not finished speaking when someone grabbed her phone out of her hand. “What are you doing!?” Yvette glared at Quirinus. “Are you an idiot or what?” “Someone is bound to find out if we employ our company’s keyboard army.” Quirinus shifted in the chair he was sitting in as he calmly took a brand-new phone and passed it to her. “Use this phone and get in touch with a local keyboard army in A City.” “If anyone asks for your name, tell them you’re called Queenie Tate.”

They didn't rule with claws or cannons; they ruled with the absolute, crushing weight of ledger lines and sovereign default protocols. The heavy thud of paws signaled the arrival of the throne. The crowd of dockworkers parted instantly as Natalia and Dmitry stepped into the light. The Queen wore her dark leather battle armor, her twin short-swords clicking against her thigh. Dmitry walked half a step behind her, his amber eyes burning with a hostile, unyielding pressure that made the porcelain-masked guards aboard the galley subtly shift their stances. "Grand Marshal Vance tells me you are attempting to audit my eastern treasuries," Natalia said, stopping ten paces from the lead Arbiter. Her

"Do you know who I am, Thereasa?" Knowledge came to her in an instant, awe overwhelming her. "You are Anakatrine, last of the great Vampire Queens." Tears came unbidden and the need to subjugate herself to the woman who had taken everything from her and yet, in the process, had given her back her most precious possession. Reasa knelt down on both knees, bowing her head. "Thank you, my Queen, for the gift of my soul. I didn't deserve it but I am grateful for your generosity."