Realm Of Queen Novels & Stories

THE WEREWOLF KINGDOM: THE ROYAL PACK Queen Areli sat in the office with her arms rested on the desk, staring at the king, her mate. Silence filled the room, just eyes locked with each other, promises being made with one smirking as the other fought a giggle. The opening of a door pulled them from their staring game. Queen Areli, queen to the werewolf kingdom and goddess of darkness, beamed so brightly from the win against her mate in their stare game.

In us and knew we would lead this kingdom into a new era. "It's strange, isn't it?" Imelda asked as she took up a spot beside me. "What is?" I asked, turning to look over at her. She looked ever the Queen of the Underworld, even with her puffy eyes and reddened nose. The fire reflected in her emerald green eyes. She turned to me, the corner of her lip tipping upwards. "All of this, me being Queen of the Underworld. Balor ruling the human realm. Nesrin returns stronger than ever after the hell she endured and becoming the lead healer in Gardenia. Father leaving us to join mother in Valhalla. And now you are getting to rule the realms."

The walls seemed to be made out of black stone, the windows aglow with an eerie, red light. They'd ushered us inside, to a throne room housing dark, twisted creatures. They parted as we entered, revealing a figure on the throne. It was a woman, tall and gaunt, with long silver hair and eyes that burned with malevolent energy. "Welcome, mortals," she said, her voice oozing with contempt. "I am the Queen of the Dark Realm. And you are my guests." Jethro advanced a step, his eyes flashing with defiance. "We will never be your guests," said he. "We will escape, and we will defeat you."

This better be fucking important. "We are discussing the attacks today, King Satan and King Mammon are here to discuss the plan." She explained. I nodded. I already knew this. "There will be talks of choosing queens for the realms." She added next with a hopeful look. Annoyed, I thought about the idea my brothers had yesterday. For some reason, they thought it was a good idea that each realm had a queen. That if something were to happen to the king, the realm wouldn't collapse like the envy realm did. Envy had been under attack from the dark ones ever since Levi's death was officially announced. There was no direct follow up, he hadn't instated anyone in case something were to happen to him

She slammed her hand down on the war table. “But we are not broken.” Her magic pulsed beneath the floor. “We are the blood of kings. The children of a fallen realm that refused to die. And I—Elianna Orenda Valemont—am the Queen of Xaerath.” A soft murmuring spread among the court—shock, awe, and rising pride. Elliot smiled faintly, a hand resting over his sword hilt. Drakonios said nothing—but his heart… his heart roared.

The portal snapped shut behind her like the final page of a holy book. A tremor ran through the chamber. Silence clung to the air. The Originals didn’t move. Not a breath. Not a twitch. Because they all knew something had changed. The Queen was not just angry. She was preparing. And next time… she wouldn’t leave so mercifully. --- [ The war for the Realm has just begun.]

He walks beside me with his hand still enclosing mine so warmly, and the feeling of his strong, calloused fingers pressed against my softer ones offers me a strange comfort and a reminder of the immense power I am aligning myself with. Despite everyone's eyes still on us as we glide down the aisle, I hold my head high and match every stride Azraelyrs makes as we keep moving forward. I am Dahlia Rhadaya Balerion, soon to be Queen of Drakarith, and no one will see me shivering like a fowl lost in the rain. We pass between two statues I quickly remember I had seen back in the Bahadrí. Orios and Aerizadum.

Zalindra pressed forward, her words sharpening. “I will go with the Hollow Crown, not to hide, but to heal. My duty as your Queen is not only to fight, but to endure. If I fall now, then all we have built every oath you swore to me will crumble. You must become my voice within these walls. Tell the story of what you witnessed here. Tell them the truth the Elders fear: that I walked the astral, that I claimed the Hollow Crown, that the magic they said could never be ours was withheld from us by the Elders. That as your Queen, I will make it my mission to give back the power that the Coven has lost.”

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.

“It is with heavy hearts that we find ourselves gathered under these circumstances. As all of you know, as all of you have heard — tragedy has befallen the Realm. The King is no more.” “He is not dead.” The words almost came out but I caught them just in time, swallowed them back, kept my face neutral. “And because the throne cannot remain empty, we are gathered here today to crown Amber Crystabel Moon, daughter of Roland and Isabel Moon, heir to the throne, as Queen of the Realm.” My eyes were still scanning and the panic was rising even more with Roxanne’s coldness bleeding through the inside of my head. No Timothy. Witches were not allowed. No Jameson. Omegas were not allowed either and I