She's The Queen Of The Waves Novels & Stories

No one could touch the Queen. Out of the shadows ran the warrior caste, quickly falling into formation as they joined their Queen on the run around the royal lands, but they soon fell back as Calliope gave herself over to the magic in her veins, running with a strength and speed that they'd never seen before. Up ahead loomed the gates signaling the end of Deveraux territory, and with her heart pumping Calliope burst through them, racing into the forest beyond. Calls from the warriors to return where it was safe flooded the pack link so the Queen turned it off, welcoming the profound silence as she veered right, heading towards her favorite place, and in minutes, the forest cleared, revealing

he said as Jasmine quickly turned to the gentleman that was waiting. "My name is Queen," she replied as the man's eyebrows raised, "That's an unusual birth name," he said as Jasmine chuckled, "Yes, well, my mother is an unusual woman, she likes to stand out amongst others, and I guess she wanted that for her only child," she said as they moved across the floor with their arms intertwined with each other, "But why Queen?" He asked as Jasmine's expression changed catching the guy off guard, "You don't ha-

I say as I begin to get up from my seat, but Erebus pulls me back down. “You are no longer welcome at this booth, Vanessa,” Erebus says in a commanding way. “That’s fine,” Vanessa says with an evil smile across her face before she turns to me. “Don’t think that you can ever measure up to me. I have been trained to be the Queen since birth. You are just a mistake that the Moon Goddess made.” Vanessa turns and walks away swaying her hips as she goes. “Queens don’t punch people. Queens don’t punch people,” I chant over and over while Erebus stares at me in amusement. “Can we please dance now?” I beg.

My body was burning, and my eyes were filled with rage. "Now just leave me alone." I struggled to say it. "Hah, I always get what I want, and I want you right now. You should consider yourself fortunate that I chose you "I was just restraining myself from slapping him when he started laughing. Lucky my foot, huh. Coming even closer to my face, he said, "you are just mine, and you are going to be my queen very soon, just imbibe these words in your head, and I will do anything to make this happen."

Not a bride. > A queen.

My pride bled out with each hit. A hush swept over the gathered crowd. And then a new voice spoke. “That’s enough.” I looked up through blurred eyes. A tall woman strode forward, robed in dark green velvet, her silver jewelry glinting in the sunlight. Her gaze was sharp, calculating, deadly. She carried herself like royalty. She was the queen. She stopped in front of me, hands clasped behind her. Her mouth curled faintly. “River,” she said, her voice deceptively smooth. “You’ve truly gone mad this time, haven’t you?”

Only one Queen. And she was mine. She was all mine.

It was not a call, nor a welcome, but a judgment. I swallowed, my hands tightening at my sides. “I am here.” The ground beneath me hummed faintly, and I knew she was near before she spoke again. “I am Syrenthia, Spirit of the Frozen Heart.” My body stiffened. Her presence was like the sting of metal pressed against bare skin in winter, painful and merciless. I could feel her walking around me, though her steps made no sound. When she finally stopped, the air before me turned unbearably cold, and I imagined her standing there, regal and cruel, wrapped in frost.

"I know, I'm a bit nosy, and gossip has always been my weakness... but come on, what's the real story behind her?" I waited, sipping my drink, studying him carefully. He hesitated for a beat, his eyes narrowing slightly, before letting out a low chuckle. "The Queen of the West?" he repeated as though it were some amusing legend. "She's like a ghost—no one's ever seen her face. A few weeks ago, she made her presence known for the first time at one of the big casinos, causing some kind of scandal, but she didn't reveal herself. Not fully. Since then, all we have is a name and a few scattered rumors. She's been impossible to track."

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