Synopsis Of The Stolen Queen A Novel Novels & Stories

“Moonspire politics will rip him to shreds if he doesn't build his mind and strength. He is too feeble, unlike his sister. She is storng-willed, opinionated, smart and strong enough to lead…” “But she is a female, nonetheless,” the Lycan King cut in. “And a female cannot rule over Moonspire. Not when there is a prince at least.” Okay, okay, quite the story. But where do I come in, in all of this? I was just a mere thief trying to survive. “Evanna, was it?” The Queen asked and I nodded. “Yes… your highness.” “The items you stole are worth more than your life. We should have you executed on the spot but your smartness, agility and survival skills have caught out attention,” she said with the s

He scaled over brick rubble, and when he thought he lost them and made up his mind to get a shovel for a little dead body, he heard the whining, "I took nothing, ma'am, you have the wrong thief." Kyra's voice followed, "Oh, now you agree you're a thief; I enjoy progress, the same way I'll relish cutting your hands." "Let me go! Your crazy; somebody help!" Rune followed the noise, and it took him to another rubbled fence, and this time, there they were.

"You're a pawn orchestrated by the Vincent family, understand? Pawns don't have emotions. Once you marry in, you'll be the Underboss's wife. Barring any unforeseen circumstances, you'll be the future Donna. You'll naturally be obligated to raise a Castillo heir. Do you understand?" Pawn. That word hit me like a punch. Was this the promising man Grandpa had spoken of? I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. "I will not sign it." "What?" Marcus's voice turned sharp. "I said, I will not sign this contract." Without waiting for his reply, I hung up. The smile on Victoria's face froze. "Are you insane?" Victoria stepped forward. "Do you know who Marcus is? He's the youngest Underboss in Castillo

"You’re going to lose everything for a girl who doesn't even have a roof of her own!" Aryan didn't look back. "I’ve already lost everything that didn't matter. Now, I’m going after the only thing that does." The Queen’s Resolve Across the city, in the quiet darkness of her room, Zara sat on the edge of her bed. The blue light of her phone illuminated her face, showing the headlines of the Knight wedding disaster. A small, genuine smile played on her lips—the first real smile in a long time. She looked at an old, faded photograph of her father standing in front of the Falcon Enterprises building. The "Stolen Empire" felt heavy in her thoughts, but the weight was no longer a burden. It was a m

She didn’t flinch. Then the guards grabbed my arms. “No—no, please, she’s pregnant! The child is innocent!” Liora’s voice cracked through the room as she rushed forward, her hands grabbing at mine. “Enough!” Ysara snapped. “The father is not. He is the Alpha of Obsidian—the man who has murdered our kind. You expect us to shelter his seed?” Liora dropped to her knees, hugging me tightly as they tried to pull me away. “Please, Mama, please… Selene is not a traitor. She didn’t know. She’s just a girl—”

--- I was standing in a burning palace. I wore a crown. Caelan stood before me. But he was young. Beautiful. Terrified. And he was holding a newborn baby. My baby. I reached for her. "Give her to me." Caelan shook his head. "You can't." "She's mine." "She's dying." I looked down. The infant wasn't crying. Her tiny chest wasn't moving. I screamed. "What happened?" Caelan's eyes filled with tears. "The Queen took her heart."

The wind stopped. They clutched the small black stone in their palm. Their lips curled, sharp and cold. The crown was gone. The Queen was broken. And the storm was coming for her. --- [Chapter 117 Ends]

Rhett began giving me details as he stood at the entrance of the door behind me. My eyes landed on the empty pedestal, the one that should have held Tala’s crown. Something Kellen had commissioned especially for her for tomorrow's ceremony. “Fuck,” I sighed, catching Rhett and Dana’s attention. “They stole the Queen’s crown. How the fuck did they get in here?” I groaned, more than a little annoyed. Tonight was definitely turning into more of a shit show than it already was.

Nobody looked twice at a servant. ‎ ‎I slipped through the back gate with a basket of food I’d stolen from the kitchen. My heart beat louder with every step toward the queen’s chambers. But before I reached the door, a maid stepped into my path. ‎ ‎“The queen hasn’t been here in days,” the girl whispered, eyes darting. “She stays in the dungeons now.” ‎ ‎I froze. My blood boiled. The dungeons? How dare they? Without answering, I turned on my heel and made my way down the damp, torch-lit corridors.

Everyone bowed at Queen Isle who storms to her throne, and she gently sat on it. "Speak your peace!" Queen Isle snaps instead at the villager, her hardened face frightening the villagers. "My queen! These two villagers stole from the royal storehouse," Shawn abruptly spoke, he was seen to be walking into the throne hall. "What!" Queen Isle growled, she sprang from her throne and raced towards the villagers. "My Queen!" The villagers fell to their knees. "...we didn't mean to steal, we were simply hungry!" They begged, and the little girl who seems to be their daughter knelt beside her with a teary face.