Rightful Queen Novels & Stories

“They know she’s back. Even the nobles, my own council, they’ve all turned to her.” “Of course they did,” Rowan said coldly. “She is the rightful queen. Daughter of the goddesses. She walked through the barrier of shadows and survived. She melted the darkness. They will follow her now.” Alexander’s breath grew short. “We have to do something. We have to stop her before she gets here.” “No.” Rowan’s voice was sharp. “its too late for that. We need to leave. Now!” Alexander spun to face her. “Leave? We can’t run. I’m the King!”

"Why are these things so damn narrow?" "Aiden." Amira spoke his name sternly that caused him to stop on the next step and peer back at her. "Even our people need to know that the Queen has awakened. They felt it. I know they have. We can't withhold this sort of information from them. As their Alpha, you need to share these details."

I tried to walk past but they blocked my way. "Great! a dumb too" "Gardenia stop it" a male voice boomed. "Why should I. If a common half-breed has the opportunity to rule us, I think I have a chance too" so that was her problem. She wanted to be Thane's mate. "The king needs a strong queen not a weakling. An asset. The people need a strong queen not a puny half-breed who can't even stand up for herself" some murmurs of approval was heard. For the first time in my life, I felt extreme hate for another person. Intense anger burned through me. I clenched my fists tightly and met her eyes.

She lifted her chin and pointed directly at me. “I am just as upset as you are!” Her voice quivered, the front she kept up faltering in the face of scrutiny. “But I cannot help that the illegitimate rogue still clings to a power that does not belong to her!” All eyes swiveled to stare up at me. I straightened, and muscle memory rested my hands on the railing in a queenly fashion. Old habits die hard. “It is her! Her mate has rejected her and still she is here! Seeping the power from the pack, steeling your strength and virility!” Her voice grew stronger with every word, and the Warriors began to shuffle in my direction.

She didn’t flinch. Then the guards grabbed my arms. “No—no, please, she’s pregnant! The child is innocent!” Liora’s voice cracked through the room as she rushed forward, her hands grabbing at mine. “Enough!” Ysara snapped. “The father is not. He is the Alpha of Obsidian—the man who has murdered our kind. You expect us to shelter his seed?” Liora dropped to her knees, hugging me tightly as they tried to pull me away. “Please, Mama, please… Selene is not a traitor. She didn’t know. She’s just a girl—”

“You-“ Kieffer look at her in shock as he tried to free himself off the rope but all his struggles was rendered useless. He was instantly bound into the ground and pressed down by the soldiers. Kieffer stared at Jeulle with wide eyes as he tried to break free. What the hell is this woman doing? Is she planning to do a suicide?! Going into the Demon Realm with a few soldiers! She really lost her mind! Kieffer gritted his teeth as his mouth was instantly gagged with a cloth. Jeulle smirked and summoned a few soldiers in front of her. She took a glance at his pathetic state and smiled even more. The Queen then waved her hand and yelled. “Guards! Drag this traitor away and locked him in the dung

The woman assured before cupping her daughter's cheeks and pecking her forehead softly. The mother faces Isabella with a sad look. "Mama loves you, my piccolo fiore." She whispers, both of them closing their eyes as their faces become drenched with tears. [Translation: my little flower] After what seemed like eternity, the woman had finally gained the courage to separate herself from her child. She stood up, making sure to close the closet doors in hopes of hiding her daughter's location. Isabella was able to peek through the small crack of her closet. Her eyes following her mother's figure with a longing glance as her hands cover her mouth, trying to silence her own sobs. Stifling her cries

he admitted quietly. "I thought power meant control, that strength meant standing alone, that divinity set us apart rather than calling us to serve. But watching what our daughter has built with Lysander, with Maria and Elias, with all these good people—I understand now that we were never meant to rule over the world. We were meant to work with it, to nurture it, to help all beings find their own light." Hera leaned her head against his shoulder, a gesture of intimacy that few had ever witnessed.

White smoke wraps around my dress like a blessing and a threat all in one as she begins addressing the crowd. "By the power of Orios and Aerizadum invested in me, by the blood of the earth and by the fire of the sky," her voice rises, “I bless thee, Dahlia Rhadaya Balerion Vasileios! Queen of Azraelyrs! Queen of Drakarith! May your spirit be as strong as our everlasting gods! May your strength be a snare against your enemies, and may your heart be as bold and wise like the creeping ants of the earth that gather and execute in due season. Blessed be this union! Long live the Queen!"