Strong Queen Novels & Stories

She lifted her chin and pointed directly at me. “I am just as upset as you are!” Her voice quivered, the front she kept up faltering in the face of scrutiny. “But I cannot help that the illegitimate rogue still clings to a power that does not belong to her!” All eyes swiveled to stare up at me. I straightened, and muscle memory rested my hands on the railing in a queenly fashion. Old habits die hard. “It is her! Her mate has rejected her and still she is here! Seeping the power from the pack, steeling your strength and virility!” Her voice grew stronger with every word, and the Warriors began to shuffle in my direction.

Any overt move would be met with immediate resistance, or worse, public humiliation. Her fingers drummed on the polished table as her gaze scanned the intricate map of the palace, identifying the concealed corridors, service doors, and vantage points she could exploit. She had played the long game for weeks, orchestrating Kaelin’s confinement and positioning herself as the unchallenged presence in the court. However, Aurelian’s sudden freedom had disrupted that equilibrium. He was no ordinary noble; he exuded a confidence that suggested the world subtly yielded to his influence, and he wielded power few dared to challenge.

She now seemed to understand why Steve and Adrian had somehow reacted strongly when she’d asked that Adrian could show her his kareth power to use it to teach her how to activate hers. Even looking at Adrian now who seemed to be struggling in containing his power. Honestly it only made her excited more that she wanted to be as strong as him. She didn’t mind if she’d have to go through the same process as Adrian… but what interested her is the fact that Adrian was considered the strongest in their home. Many people know this and acknowledge him to be that strong more than anyone, while some few felt it’s exaggerated. But to Seralyth she just wants something that’d help her to be stronger in a

This was too critical to leave in their incompetent hands; time was running out, and freedom was tantalizingly close. "I know," I muttered, feeling the weight of my diminished powers. The Dragon Queen’s binding spells were robbing me of my strength, but they didn’t realize that I had harnessed the power of my own secret weapon—Scarlett. A dark empress displaced to the human realm, half witch and half dragon shifter, her extraordinary magic had been deemed too dangerous by the cowardly council of dragon slayers. I had felt her potent aura and brought her back, cloaking her in protection spells. Soon, those who cast her out would pay dearly.

“She’s not by herself. We’re right behind her. If they try anything, we’ll unleash hell on them.” “King,” Susan asks while we wait. “Our queen is also a witch?” “You already know the answer.” “She’s strong. A fighter. I can’t speak for the males, but the she-wolves…we will fight for her.” I smile, and lean against the nearest tree, trying my best to ignore the spreading headache. Their last queen was weak in their eyes. Frivolous and useless in a fight, which is rare for an Alpha’s daughter. “Thank you, Susan.”

I scream. There is no way I am strong enough to fight it off, but I’m trying my best. My hand flies up, connecting with his jaw, and he falls back slightly. Surprised by my strength, I stare, mystified. The thing comes back unfazed. “Shit,” I murmur, getting to my feet and be-line it for the school.

I know she cannot see me hidden through the shadow, but for a split second, it is like she can sense my agony engulfing her, and she bravely turns to face it. Her chin rises defiantly, and her jaw sets with determination like she is about to take the world on single-handedly, not like she is about to marry the man who is responsible for her mother's nightmares and her personal suffering. If there was ever an ounce of doubt in my mind that my Zeynep was anything but a strong female with a lioness heart, I was so fucking wrong, and I will have eternity to make up for it. I reach out, placing my open palm on the door and...

I asked myself. "Help me" I heard her say. Hearinb her say 'help me' soften my heart, her voice was so weak and powerless but still it was ethereal. It was magical. Her voice woke up something in me, I felt a strange urge, to make her mine right there. My staring at her wasn't doing me any good as her smell, physique and voice I heard some seconds ago was messing my mind up. 'Stupid. Listening to me would do you some good. Wake up and stop dreaming. This is why I am stronger than you. Pick her up and get the hell out of here.'