Rightful Queen Novels & Stories

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

ANONYMOUS The dark haired lady knelt before the queen, tears streaming down her reddened cheeks. The queen stared down at her, her lips curled in a sneer. “You good for nothing, worthless human being! You can never do anything right. You almost ratted out all our asses because of your incompetence!” “I’m sorry, my queen. Please temper justice with mercy.” The lady sobbed. The queen looked away from her, focusing her attention on the able bodied men who stood guard at the building’s entrance.

After breakfast, Darina reported for her training, and the queen greeted her with a bitter smile, ready to humiliate her. "My dear, I see Royal etiquette has already overwhelmed you since you’ve started dining only at the pack house." "Not at all, Your Majesty. I simply want to understand the pack better." "Very well," the queen said through gritted teeth. "Surely you didn’t manage to read all the books I sent you." "I read them all." "Great," the queen said, clearly surprised but unconvinced. "Then I hope you don’t mind a little quiz. What was the name of the first werewolf queen?" "Gaia."

Kiana watches her, a small smile resting on her lips. There is something comforting about this. The movement. The voices. The certainty that everything is coming together. “Do you like it?” the Queen asks suddenly, turning back to her. Kiana blinks, then looks down at herself. At the fabric. At the details. At the care woven into every thread. “Yes,” she says softly. Then, with more certainty, “I love it.” The Queen’s expression softens. “Good,” she says. “It should be worthy of you.”

They all formed a closed circle around me so they could all hear me. “Ok I know they have one of the warriors on their team but it’s going to be ok. You know how I know?” I asked and they all shook their heads. “Because I’m the Queen remember? And you and you and you are all queens, and all you boys are the alphas.” I started to see smiles appear on across their faces. “Now last time I checked, Queens and Alphas outrank warriors right?” “YEAH!” They all shouted together.

I hold it and I look at it and then I look at her. "Eira Quinn," I say. And I use the formal voice because the formal voice is what the hall requires and because she deserves every formal thing this hall can give her. "Last heir of the Moonblood line. Mother of the Bridge. The one who stood in the clearing and showed us all what we had been too afraid to understand." I pause. "I confirm you before these witnesses not as my rescued omega. Not as my mate's consolation. Not as anything given or granted or allowed." I hold her gaze. "I confirm you as what you are. As what you have always been. As the Queen of this realm in your own right, by your own blood, by your own hand, by your own unbendin

The weight of her awareness pressed upon them like an undeniable truth. The western queen was the first to step forward. She moved with deliberate care, each step measured against the tension filling the square. With steady hands, she removed her crown, the metal catching the emerging morning light in a final, poignant gleam. Then, before every ruler and witness gathered there, she lowered herself to her knees. Gasps rippled through the crowd like a wave. A queen kneeling not in defeat to a conqueror, but in genuine acknowledgment of a greater reality. Her voice carried clearly across the square, steady despite the emotion behind it. “We were wrong.”

Brandon lowered his head, pressing his lips against the warm skin behind Robin’s ear, his voice loud enough to echo in the private box: "The necklace is fifty million, Robin. But the queen wearing it is priceless." Up on the balcony, framed by diamonds and draped in emerald fire, Robin rested her hand over Brandon’s forearm, looking down at the ruined, terrified faces of Dane and Nicole below with a chilling, victorious smile.

I sighed, my posture relaxing slightly in the chair as I waited for her to cut through the enigma. "I'm sorry. If I had introduced myself earlier, you might have understood better. I am Annalise, the former head maiden of the late Queen of Nayak, your mother's childhood friend. Your mother and Queen Marie maintained a deep bond that transcended the physical distance between Ruqgu and Nayak. They were like sisters and seized every opportunity to visit each other. But during their last encounter, something extraordinary occurred," she began, pausing for a moment. I regarded her with a warm, albeit impatient, gaze. While I wasn't particularly interested in stories about my mother and her friend

His daughter must have informed him about my queen. “Thank you so much, Miller. I have a fantastic trip this time,” I begin. “I’ve summons you all to this meeting to inform you of an important matter.” They begin to mumble to one another. They are informed. Why should I tell them again when Binta and her father have already done the job? “Does it have anything to do with the wolf girl you bring from the human realm?” Miller asks. His sparkling grin has become sour. “I should clarify this to you, Miller: she is not just any female. She is your queen,” I declare. “You must also respect her. She has the same rights as I have.” They whisper more loudly. Are they serious? Who are they to be upset