Rightful Queen Novels & Stories

I held her gaze with my chin tilted and my gaze focused. “I’m a Ravenfield, the rightful Alpha of that pack, of my home. I will lead them and care for them just like my father taught me. I will also be Queen because I have a partner who’s willing to help me, who’s comfortable and happy with me being my own person. I will do both because both are my birthrights, and no one will tell me otherwise.”

My lungs were screaming. “Listen, if you’re going to be my mate, you’re going to have to talk to me. Unless you’re mute. A mute queen would pose an interesting challenge.” I’m not mute, I’m dying! “Honestly, this is ridiculous. How about your name? I’ll start. I’m Trick, Vampire King. And you are? Listen, I need to know what to call my queen.” Queen? It was the last word I heard before I lost consciousness.

And the true mate bond with Darius called to her like a siren song from the future summit. She dressed for the day in another elegant gown, the perfect Luna mask firmly back in place. But inside, the queen was rising. The whispers in the dark had only just begun.

The heavy implication wasn’t lost on me, especially when she called me ‘Queen’, saying she’s here for when I’m ready to open up about everything before retiring for the night. I was left with my jaw on the ground, but I shook myself out of it and scoffed, mumbling that’s never going to happen because I’m sick of talking about my abuse thanks to those meetings. Never fucking helped me, so what’s the point? Plus, this Queen shit is getting real old. Another thing that’s never going to happen. I see she’s just as delusional as the others, but at least she’s nice and kind enough to let us stay here. Plus, I could learn a little more about my mother before it’s my time to physically meet her when

But then, watching the same people over and over again gets boring overtime. Diving into the book, I reopen to one of my favorite parts of the lycan battles. It is the chapter where the lycan king was brought to his knees by the queen, and makes she him beg her for his life. He wasn’t expecting her, or that she would even do something like that. It is what makes me like it more. I feel like I relate to the queen well. She has always been undermined and underrated, then she wound her full potential and—

“That power bends to those who dare speak when others cower. Tonight, one voice rang louder than any I have heard in years — not in rebellion, but in truth. Dora.” My name in her mouth was soft. Measured. What game is the Queen playing? “You were brave, if wildly inappropriate. But perhaps... appropriate enough for a queen. You possess the white hair — the mark of ancestral right. And now, with your display tonight, I see no reason not to put you down as the rightful heir to the throne.” My lungs forgot how to work. “And,” she continued, “to secure unity, I propose a joining. A marriage. Between you... and my remaining son, Raul.”

Then she walked closer to the queen, who had a stunned expression on her face. “ Queen Naya, you didn't do the right thing, you punished the wrong culprit for the right crime and this is not an act of Justice” she yelled with a hoarse voice, she pointed her fingers at the queen, who looks indifferent to the point she was making, she didn't and there is nothing the nanny can do about it.

The nobles stared, their faces ranging from shock to outrage to confusion. "Therefore," the Queen said, "I am announcing that Lady Rebecca Malik will succeed me as Queen." The room exploded again. I stood frozen, my heart pounding, my hands clenched so tightly my nails dug into my palms. "This is absurd!" One of the nobles shouted. "She's a potionmaker! She has no training, no experience—" "She has proven herself," the Queen interrupted sharply. "She has shown more courage and integrity than most of you combined." The noble fell silent, his face red.

My hands curled into fists until my nails bit skin and then I whispered into the empty corridor: “I will take the throne you stole, Liam.” My voice was steady. Deadly. Certain. “My throne.” And with that, a new motive crystallized inside me— sharp and unstoppable. A motive that would tear the Reigns open. A motive that would drown a kingdom. A motive with my name on it. Revna Draeven. The rightful Queen. Whether the moon agrees or not.

It is with great regret that I must announce, Her Royal Highness, Queen Kari Marit Doyle, the Queen of all Queens and our mother, has taken her last breath and has joined our father in the land of the moon Goddess. The end