Queen Taratect Novels & Stories

QUEEN KIANA POV 👑 👑 , “Yes,” Idra says, his voice calm as ever. “Meet Queen Kiana.” His hand gestures toward the man beside him. “This is General Carter. One of the most trusted generals in this kingdom. And my friend.” I nod politely. General Carter steps closer without hesitation. His presence is different from the others. Less rigid. Less guarded. He takes my hand. And before I can react, he lifts it and presses a kiss to the back of it.

I responded. "Do you remember much of your History lessons?" He asked. "What's that got to do with it?" I asked looking at him. He had a small smile on his face. "Does Queen Velaria and King Jorge?" There was something in the back of my mind about those names but I couldn't place it. "Jorge was the Beta of King Cedric and Queen Alexandria." "So who was Queen Valaria?" "She was the Queen of Atlantis, and Beta Jorges mate." "So he gave up his title?" I asked wondering where this was going,

I am utterly in awe of the beautiful creature in front of me. “Our mate.” Rohan mutters dreamily. “Our queen.” I agree.

As I was trying to reach for a towel to cover my body, here he is, the most good-looking, hot demon, with extremely black skin, and such voluptuous lips. "- You must be Andrea, the new queen of the Minotaur's Kingdom. Cade says while measuring my naked body inch by inch. -And you must be Cade, it is a great honor to meet you. My apologies for the outfit, if you could give me the towel, so this won't be so awkward anymore. I reply to him. - I am more than delighted to see you in all your glory, your Highness." Cade says while drooling. I get near him and whisper to his ear that I can delight him in ways that he never thought would be possible.

Him? “Not ‘king,’” Anton breathed. The pieces snapped together with awful, perfect symmetry. Marcus’s obsession, his endless, pathetic game. “He didn’t see himself as the king. He was the other piece. The one that moves in straight lines, that attacks from the side. The one that can become anything if it reaches the end.” He stepped up to the panel, his voice clear and steady, speaking directly into the microphone. “The key is ‘Queen.’” For a second, nothing. The countdown reached 00:00:07.

(Queen Aqeesha) Standing on top of a halves giant turtle carcass, Queen Aqeesha flashed a wide smiles as she take a casual glance at the Aeternum Vice President, who looks as if she was taking a stroll amidst the sea of monsters. Kolarova knew her mother were relieve to see this scenery, this proud queen rarely shows her emotions and complimenting someone stringer than her, is naturally something that she rarely do. But what she said is true, Eloesa will change from today onwards, she can feel it.

“Sharen, I’m going to go take a look at the villages, see how the land lies.” “Umm—” “You go on working as before. We’ll sort out the unpaid taxes and the other stuff.” I was staring at my nails pensively. Who’s the treasurer? The queen’s older brother... Poor queen; black really wasn’t her color. Dressed in black, she looked like a crow sitting on a fence. Too bad she was going to wear it again. It was the color of mourning, after all. **

Rex said with a slight tilt of her head. “Correct,” the hive queen said. “Not all greatness comes from war though. The next being to her left was a breed of half-Delectrian called a Quazarian. He invented a type of breeding tank that allowed us to mix breeds with other types that were once thought incompatible.”

Mate bonds were designed by the Moon Goddess to bring mates towards one another, not to keep them apart. A blue mark and a red mark. I could not take my eyes off of her neck as she asked about Katie. I could feel her jealousy, as soon as she heard that there was a young girl here, the jealousy appeared. I would not be the only one to feel her emotions, he would be able to feel it too. He would be able to feel everything just like me.

This individual had to be unique, and out of the ordinary, one constructed not as most creatures are, or, as most humans are. Tancorix, Queen of the Picts, knitted together by the magicks of Weaver, from the blood and flesh of many donors, would be mated to the spirit of Adelaido and produce the offspring of their kind. She would be blissfully unaware of her real destiny, fostered by Weaver after once the war on the Romans was won, or why she’d been called forth for real. Yes, she’d unite the tribes, but would they really want to be ruled by an egomaniac from the antediluvian era? Unlikely. Thus, the song of Adelaido draws to a close. Once the battle is met and the slaughter ends, Tancorix w