Novel & Cerita Rebel Queen

Malakai: There's a look of confusion in her eyes which I delight in, I wonder what's going through her mind. Seeing me there in her place of work must be very surprising for her. “What are you doing here?” After her shocked expression, she regains back that sassy nature. There's something about this woman–Scarlett–that feels like a mystery. It's not the first time that people have came to my office, begging for their relative's debt, but she is the first person who looked confident even while begging, and she wouldn't even kneel.

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.

Determination is a peculiar thing. Once it settles in the heart, it builds a wall of iron, shutting out all weakness, fear, and hesitation. After that day, I remained silent, outwardly obedient. But I was no longer the same Sophia Lane who endured humiliation passively. My obedience had become my disguise—the best cover I could wear. Behind it, my eyes were open, calmly observing the world I was about to fight against. And the opportunity came sooner than I expected. The Caldwells hosted a grand business banquet, gathering nearly every elite in the city. As the nominal Mrs. Caldwell, my presence was required.

“Don’t tempt me, little moon. I might just take you to war and crown you all over again.” And just like that, I fell all over again. For the king. For the bond. For the moment I realized… I wasn’t just a girl cast into the forest anymore. I was Queen Luna. Once rejected. Now ruthless. And madly, completely in love.

I was madden with anger, hatred as thoughts of my mother's blood calling for revenge, justice. Even with the situation of their relationship, my mother Rebecca had slowly learnt to love my father though she had difficulty expressing herself. If she had hated my father who loved her as much as she did, she wouldn't have written an excited letter about herself raising the third child with father while I ruled the kingdom and her letter had also expressed pain but I was foolish to ignore it. I thought it had been a pain she could endure until I was finally queen and could wipe her weak hearted tears away but now she is gone and I refuse to accept she killed herself for another man.

“Are you sure about it? By breaking the seals, you will experience the backfire of the powers being freed at some point.” “I know Abigor, but we are running out of time and out of ideas. So step back!” I can see the uncertainty in their eyes, but they choose to comply and step back. With them at a safe distance I start. “Past and Present Life and Death Heed my words And my command Heed my order My seals brake And free the powers Let them be Let them free For I am the Chosen one I am the Daughter of Darkness and Light For I am the one

She had been here earlier in the afternon and now it was getting dark but her position did not seem to change even in the slightest. I exhaust my eyes just staring at her beauty, at her hair wavy every time the wind blew. She is dressed better now than before. Truly, she became the queen of Kozania. She had achieved her dream of rebuilding her kingdom, and I am happy for her. Even if it costs the death of my father and us losing the ownership of the throne in Farianio. It was never ours to begin with so it was only just for it to be returned to its rightful owner.

“An⁠d if there isn‍’t, I’m fine just the way I am but I will not settle for⁠ lies or control. I refuse to‍ be forced i‍nto something I don’t wa‌nt!” “You cannot tra⁠de this marriage for an‍ything‍!” H‍e barked. “Your du⁠ty is to this famil‍y⁠ a‌nd t⁠o o⁠ur nam‍e. You‌ w⁠ill do as I say.” “No!” I yelled, my fi‌sts clenched. “I refuse. I will not b⁠e a pawn i⁠n your schemes. I a‌m not yours to cont‍rol!”

She had reached the top of the mountain only to find that the air was too thin to breathe. “Are you okay?” Dakota asked softly as they reached the guest wing. Rebel stopped and looked at the silver mark on her arm. It was glowing with a soft, steady light, a reminder of the goddess’s choice. “I am alive, Dakota. And for now, that has to be enough.” “He was an idiot,” Kaelen said, his voice gruff. “But he loves you, Rebel. He just forgot that love requires faith.” “Faith is a luxury I can no longer afford,” Rebel replied, her voice sounding older than her years. “I am a Queen now. And Queens do not rely on faith. They rely on themselves.”

“Pretend I really don’t remember who you are, or who I am. Let’s say this entire bedroom is nothing more than a dream. Can you tell me where we are?” “Oh, I know how you like to play games, Adara, but this one is easy. We’re in the kingdom of Baddishere, just south of the city of Qumis. I know you might be confused. Our kingdom was once called Massa before your coronation and you renamed it as Baddishere because you said Massa sounded too much like master. You’re Queen Adara, daughter of the late King Astanizar and Queen Vashti. You’ve been the ruler of this kingdom for the past five years, and, if I may say, your rule has been nothing but spectacular.”