Rightful Queen Novels & Stories

I move forward walking up the flight of stairs, turning myself to the crowd. “My father’s last words will be the command for the kingdom. I will descend this throne, as the rightful hire with due respect. Any king having a problem can rise their questions and we shall discuss them.”, I say looking at Sir. Andrew. As the privy council, his duty is to guide the person on the throne. A glint appears in his eyes, as he smiles at me. He bows to me with respect, declaring to the court, “Kneel to the new Queen of East Millsdearne, Queen Adria Canmore. Hail the queen.”

“Is the agency keeping the rights that comes with the Masked Queen, are we going to have a new Masked Queen now that you’re leaving, do you know who it will be?” Letting out a snort, she replies. “Wow hawk-guy, looks like there’s a lot on your mind.” She chuckles and I force a small laugh along with her. “No, they’re not going to have a new Queen. It was a hard, long, and gruelling fight but I was able to retain the rights of the Masked Queen. And yes, at some point I will reveal my identity but right now, it’s not that time.” “F**king wow!”

he snarls viciously, seething at the mouth, still lost to his rage. The Queen leads us down a flight of poorly lit stairs on trembling limbs. Reaching the bottom, she shakes her head at the two Knights she has guarding the area as they raise their weapons at us. “No,” the Queen whispers, cradling her injured hand. “She is the Blessed One.” Instantly, they turn away, facing the frigid walls with their heads bowing in shame. The moment I spot Zion on his knees with his hands chained and suspended above his head. I yank Jajas sword out of his hand, swinging it with everything I have, and I break the links of the chain.

Nash informed. “What is happening?” the voice asked. “I did what you asked, now touch me and let me touch you,” the man growled. “I will be anything for you, Luna…” “Sure, I will touch you, after all, a promise is a promise, but I didn’t promise where I will touch you,” I spoke as I walked up to him, “And I am not Luna…” I growled as I extended my claws and pressed them right where he was pushing a blade on my mate’s throat. “I am a Queen… I am the Alpha Queen…”

I stood before them with them taking a step back. “ Alpha, Luna Greyhemm and Elissa. I am sorry to state that the daughter you lost, Thyra Greyhemm died that day. I am not her and I do not want to be her. My name is Flavia Nespereira, the vampire queen and this is my chosen mate, Dante Domenique Nespereira. He is the vampire king. I am so sorry for your lose. Elissa, I am sorry for the life you have been forced to live and hope that one day we could maybe be friends if you would like.” I spoke out, staring at her. Her shock went even higher, mouth just agape.

🌷 M O N G R E L 🌷 "Think like a queen. A queen is not afraid to fail. Failure is another stepping stone to greatness." .•●•. ⚘THE VENETIAN EMPIRE ⚘ "Bring her back!" Demetrius yelled at the top of his voice. "I can't!" Merlin snapped and stated, "she had to transform on her own, if she can fight it we'll have her back, if she can't then she's simply gone."

And me… caught between them. One step closer and Adrian would kiss me. One step forward and the king might stop him. And somewhere above us— The Queen Mother was watching the entire scene unfold. Waiting to see which one of us would make the first mistake.

He remembered the little things I loved…the perfume I loved, the heels I’d stared at through shop windows like they were a dream I’d never reach. I lifted the bottle first, fingers trembling. The glass was cool against my palm. I spritzed once on my wrist, and the scent wrapped around me, It felt like a hug I hadn’t realized I needed. Then the heels. I slipped them on, and they fit perfectly, like they’d been waiting for me. The red soles flashed with every step, a quiet declaration of war. “You look like a queen,” she whispered. “Like you’re about to conquer the entire damn world.”

Queen Sarah’s face looked so wise when she talked to Queenie. She continued by saying, “Queenie, to become the Bright River royal throne owner, you must meet the qualifications. He wrote all terms you have to fulfill in the book in the box. A magical man before your birth wrote the book. Only after you qualify in the book will you be eligible to become the first queen of the Bright Kingdom’s ruler. I hope you remember Everything. Only once do I show up myself. After all, we will not see each other anymore. Take care of yourself. The world is full of evil. Kindness will be the beautiful part that everyone longs for. I love you.” As Queen Sarah finished her last sentence, the light from the re

But there were so many things to consider so, as much as I wanted to give in, I stepped back a let the cold draft snap me back to reality. Disappointment flickered in his gaze before burning out like the last remaining embers of a flame. I wanted to apologize but that seemed like a foolish thing to do. "When you're Queen," he began in a voice so firm, it sounded as if he believed every word that left his blush pink lips, "you'll rule fairly. You'll protect your people. You've already proven what lengths you can go to to make sure your people live the lives they deserve." "That is if they accept me as Queen," I muttered under my breath.