Queen Vivian Novels & Stories

“She’s the queen. I may have turned my back on the Northern Kingdom, but I know what happened after I left. She became queen. The false queen was removed, and—” “The elders tried to force Cedric to take part in a mating ceremony with Vivian after they opposed his decision to kill her. They might have been able to ensure her survival, but Cedric wasn’t going to give her what she wanted. He and I left that morning, before the mating ceremony. She was humiliated. The elders tried to compel his return, but he refused. He goes back once a year, and every time, Vivian tries her best to seduce him so that she can at least carry his heir and legitimize her position. But he won’t touch her. He threw

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

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.

Jane maintained a composed expression and responded with a question. "I find her pleasing to the eye. But wouldn't making her my maid be beneath her?" Theon's expression changed. 'A maid?' That was not their intention at all. Vivian's lips curled into a slight smile upon hearing this. Compared to the king, she found the queen much more interesting. She didn't know how to put it. It just felt right. Theon fell into deep thought. Presenting Vivian to the king was meant to sever Nidora's fortune by giving her an opportunity to quietly eliminate George. If she became the queen's maid instead, how could she carry out the mission?

Luna replied. “Okay!” Vivian uttered. She walked to where she used to sit. She pulled the stool out, wanted to sit down when she saw a frame she kept under the table. She picked the frame up, and looked at Luna sitting adjacent to her. “On that day, I wanted to give you this when I returned back. It’s a present to Princess” Vivian muttered. Princess was the name of Luna’s daughter. “Oh! Ma” Luna murmured silently. She walked closer to Vivian and collected it.

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.

My gaze stayed on Vivian. Vivian tilted her head, raising her chin higher, her posture radiating superiority. Her eyes glimmered with disdain as she spoke. “Ordinary people cannot see the Alpha King. What,” she asked smugly, “qualification do you think you have to see him?” The question cut, but I didn’t let my expression falter. My voice came out steady, though my heart thundered. “I’m the Alpha King’s woman, so yes I have the qualifications to see him.”

"Wearing a crown. Coiled around a broken sword." Varek took one slow step back. Boots bolted to the floor. "That line is dead," Varek said. The words came out like gravel. "The Sovereign King and his wife burned in the Sector Four sweeps. Ten years ago. There was no child." "The girl is twenty," Tor said. Voice coming back now. Harder. Like he'd made a decision. "She grew up in Sector Four. She fights with the Sovereign form... you saw it yourself in the hallway. And her father isn't hiding from a shipping debt." Something moved in Tor's face. Something complicated and old and guilty. "He's a Royal Guard. He's been keeping her buried in the outer rim for ten years to keep her breathing."

he replied Vivian nodded,she went to the kitchen,got her bottle of water and went back to her room She went through the net checking out what's trending when she came across something,she immediately sat up on her bed, "No way"she whispered It was a video of Veronica entering the Monti residence with a caption 'Monti's woman,could she finally be the one??'

Vivian’s expression filled with pure disdain. “She was an idiot.” I didn’t respond. Vivian continued, her tone dripping with mockery. “Imagine having everything handed to you.” “Money. Status. A powerful family business.” “She was the only daughter of Leonard Vale, the Vale Group founder. The heiress.” Vivian shook her head slowly. “And what did she do with that privilege?” “Threw it away.” “For a man.” Her laugh was sharp. “A pathetic little lover who turned out to be nothing more than a gold-digging rat.”