Rightful Queen Novels & Stories

Surprised by my mother's statement, I turned to face her, confusion evident in my eyes. "Rachel?" I repeated, my voice laced with uncertainty. "But mother, I thought we agreed that it was best for Naomi and me to part ways." The Queen's expression softened, her eyes filled with a mix of understanding and determination. "Rueben, I understand your reasoning, and I respect your desire to do what is best for both yourself and Naomi. But we must also consider the implications of breaking the promise made by our forefathers. The council members and the people of our kingdom hold great importance to tradition and stability. By choosing Rachel as your queen, we can maintain that sense of continuity

"Well, it's too late, Ma. Katherine has already met Eric. She kicks him. I like his personality, so Eric would be the next king, and that is final." She curls her hands into a fist, sucks in a deep breath and looks me dead in the eye. "You are forgetting that you work for me." I laugh, a very dry, humourless laughter. This woman must really think she is the British queen. I sit upright and look at her. “You know England has a queen. A royal family aside from the one that rules rugby?” I ask. “Yes, and?" “Can you kill the queen? Your queen?” “No. That would be treason and I would be sentenced."

I stand directly in front of him and look up so that I am staring directly into his eyes. I grab onto his balls which causes him to groan in pain and I stand on my toes so that my mouth is directly at his ear. "Listen up pretty boy and listen well. I am not someone you want to mess with. I am a Queen . You found me as an alpha and you will leave me as one. I am not any of the submissive little whores you've been with that listen to your every word and worship your dick like you're a God . I do what I want , whenever I want , and with whom I want. Do not think that you can come here and tell me what to do because you will get hurt in many ways , trust me I don't mind showing at all. Try tha

"Yes indeed you all did!! You all are accusing an innocent of such barbaric crimes, you are finding ways of murdering a person who risked her own life,who lost her wolf to protect you all! If she haden't been there you all must have burned down to ashes and I would have been long dead!! If still you want to kill her,go ahead kill her but remember you will kill your King along with her!! You will kill your King's Mate You all will kill YOUR Queen!!!" Deadly silence followed ,no one uttered a single word for few minutes. Their Queen This beauty was their Queen The King was mated to her. To this human!! No one could believe this

She removes one black-gloved hand and extends it toward the fire—not touching, never touching. “Maereth of the Broken Vale,” she says, voice steady despite the weight behind it. “Witch. Guardian. Thief. Liar.” A faint, sad smile curves her mouth. “Friend.” Something in my chest cracks. “She stole from you,” I say hoarsely, remembering. The queen huffs softly. “Repeatedly.” Cain blinks. “You let her live.” “I let her win,” the queen corrects. “More than once.” Her eyes lift to me then, sharp and assessing—but warm beneath it.

“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.

"You think— I don't know what it feels like, to have my mandate taken from me??? You really think so???" She look pissed, maybe I shouldn't have. She took a few steps towards me, her nostril flaring.. "I! I Racheal Quill, was the princess of the Silver Moon Pack! I was next in line to be the Luna Queen of the Pack. And my birthright wasn't just taken from me, it was cut off! IT WAS STOLEN!! My birthright went poof into the air, and I wasn't even prepared for it. Look at me!!" She shifted backwards..

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.

Rune sighed in satisfaction and disappointment, "Adler, there are countless women worldwide with that hair and eye color. How would you find her if she's real when you don't even know the size of her titties." Priest, on sensing Rune was about to get punched, pushed him aside and stood in front of Adler instead, "I'll hate to see you like this for somebody that doesn't exist." He tightened his hold around the paper, "She exists." "So?" Rune laughed. "I'll make her my queen."— *** Now she was here. "wait... WHAT!" He didn't know how to feel, standing close to the door. What should he do? Go to her? Ask her why she would think he would go to that extent. Yell at her; why she'd think he'd ever

There is no alternative. I shook my head and my discomfort pricked me. I cannot... somebody who puts his life in danger of mine? I... I don't even know them. I can't ask that of anyone." “You do not have a choice,” Rowan said. “It is not a question of asking; it is a matter of survival. You are queen now, Auri. You must act accordingly." I heaved a sigh and leaned against the bed in an attempt to wrap my head around it. "When will I meet this knight?"