Rightful Queen Novels & Stories

She lifts her body to its full height, staring down her nose at me the best her smaller frame will allow. A snort moves past my lips as I cross my arms over my chest, relaxing my weight against one hip. “You were never a true Queen of the Witches.” I tell her, disdain dripping from my voice. “A true Queen would never turn her back on her subjects. And a real wife would never betray her husband.”

Asher had difficulty forming the words he wanted to say as anger, disappointment, fear, disbelief, helplessness battled all at once! "Eric is one of us now, and I want you all to treat him with respect. Do I make myself clear?" ". . ." ". . ." "Yes," Asher said after a long silence. "Your wish . . . is my command . . ." D shivered upon hearing Asher's grudgingly gritting voice. It was ear piercing, spine cringing than the ones made by claws scratching against metal plates. He eyed the gorgeous lady beside him. This was the first time that their Queen defended someone to this extreme.

“We have suffered a great loss today! Each kingdom has lost brave men and women who fought for a just cause. The enemy we defeated today, would have had us thrown back into the dark ages, using unholy creatures they created by snatching away, humans and shifters alike! "Today, a new era begins one where freedom is offered to all, regardless of race. Today we, as a realm, move forward and embrace our neighbors. Today a new Queen rises! a Queen who is fair, a queen who will uphold the laws for both shifters and humans, a queen who will sit upon the throne of Riocht and lift the curse! she will rule above all other Kings and Queens, as she was chosen by the gods to lead us all from evils that t

“Father, I don’t have time for your games.” My father looks over my shoulders and gives a disapproving look. “I see you’re sleeping with the help again.” “Excuse me!” “Henry, you need to-” I hear a door slam behind me and turn around and Penelope is no longer behind me. “That is no way to speak to my queen,” I fume, “I don’t care who you are, I will not tolerate people disrespecting my woman like that.” My father laughs, “Don’t be ridiculous Henry, you cannot possibly be considering that whore as your-”

"But still, how does that make me a princess?" "Zachariah said you were a beautiful White Panther..." "And white panthers are only in the Royal family... Are the rightful heir to the shifter throne..." "Yes, and if you are right about Zachariah, then he is the rightful heir to our throne, with you two being mates that would bring the two kingdoms together making you and Zachariah the most powerful King and Queen in the history of all supernaturals..." "But I don't know how to be a Queen, I am having trouble just being myself at the moment!"

“It’s… Anita, my Queen. She has… she is planning to declare herself the Rightful Queen of a rival Kingdom.” ‎ ‎For a moment, silence reigns. ‎ ‎Dravon’s eyes are narrow. “What?” ‎

"Lena, you've suffered enough. Tonight is a celebration for the Obsidian Monarch's victory. We women shouldn't stand in the way of His Majesty and everyone else enjoying the evening. Come now. Let me take you to your seat so you can rest properly." But to her surprise, Selena remained kneeling. Her back was perfectly straight, making it impossible for Ruth to lift her. Ruth's expression darkened as she spoke more firmly in a low voice, "Lena, the queen has already dealt with Freya. If you keep this up, you'll be acting recklessly." However, Selena met Adelaide's gaze with unwavering resolve. "Your Majesty, I beg you to allow me to prove my innocence. I have been well educated since childhood

All of me. Around me, faces were revealed one by one. Some were radiant, others fearful, and blank as marble. But all stunning. The room felt smaller somehow. When the last mask was lowered, the jackal-masked elder gave a single nod. "Now," he continued, "we begin." "What makes a good queen?" he asked. Soraheneth, the fae noble, was the first to answer. Her voice rang with elegance and authority. "A good queen does not exist to be loved. She exists to serve. And if she serves her people with wisdom and truth, their love will follow."

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

“My clan, my family, my friends, I am Leana Holstin-Castien, Guardian of the Realm, Councilwoman to the Supernatural, mate of King Drake Cazien, and now Queen of the Undead. Rise and come, swear your oaths to me. Know that I will always keep my oaths to you, and you will be bound to keep yours to me.” She stands on the stage as first Demetrius and then one by one the rest of our clan come to swear their loyalty and fealty to my Queen and then drink her blood. Mehira and Jael also come forward, swearing their loyalty to my mate. I stand close to her, snarling when it looks like someone is going to take more than a sip of her blood. When it’s done, I take the empty cup and raise it to the sky.