The Apocalyptic Queen Theresa Novels & Stories

The situations before them is grim, the Kraken were only just injured, but on the horizon, there were still countless of relentless sea monster landing on their beaches and destroying their docks. “Let’s just hope…Duchess Kolarova will brought a reinforcement along with her…if not…we will perish here today..”. (Queen Aqeesha Eloesa) “.…Another threat level 4 monster, The Thousand Year Turtle has come……my Queen…it looks like our days..is numbered…and has finally comes to an end..”. (Baroness Agneska)

Seeing both father and son are still upset, Dominic move closer and starts to interrogate her, "Ariadne, do you know Queen Eve Carissa Zhatiera?" She blink, confuse at the what is going on, "No. Who is that? What queen?" Adam was furious from the way his brow wrinkled and eyes glowing. "The Sviatoslavich are evicted from the throne, Ariadne. The Sviatoslavich is not in charge anymore. Your mother is not just any human, she is Queen Eve Carissa Zhatiera. The only child of king Aidan and Queen Aleeyah of the now extinct kingdom of Zhathiera, daughter of Goddess Khione. She's an ice goddess. We are powerless now because of her."

Ace clenched his fists, holding back his emotions, then said, "Answer honestly Theresia!" Theresia gasped, she had never heard Ace say in such a heavy and sharp tone. Theresia sighed for a moment and answered, "Yes, I'm not an ordinary person. I'm a witch who came from the world of Draciana!" The creature that Ace hates the most in this world. Ace looked away, his breathing rising and falling to hold back the emotional turmoil in his chest. He felt like getting angry and killing Theresia, but he wouldn't be willing to do that. However, Theresia is the mate that was destined for him, right now Ace is worried, about why his mate is the creature he hates on the whole earth.

‘There is peace in moving forward,’ Caterina argues quietly, ‘the death of innocent, utterly ordinary children, is not something that could ever grant that to you. ‘Ordinary?!’ Elsbeth seems to throw herself against the wall. She leaps, angry but hits against the magical barrier as though rebounding from glass. The Queen is unmoved, calm as she watches without flinching. Ava is at my side, still holding my hand. Through our bond I know that her heart is thundering just as rapidly as my own. Ordinary children? Completely ordinary children? I can hear her thoughts, echoed in my own mind. The Queen represents the Goddess. If anyone thought that there was some truth in the Prophecy, it would be

Or she should just pretend that she didn't know anything and let Thane believe that his mate was dead? She sighed. Her head throbbed from pain and her heart ached for Thane. Could he accept the truth about his mate? If only she was really dead, it would be much easier to accept than to learn that she was alive all along but already belonged to another man. "Are you okay, mistress?" Zena asked. "Call me, Elisia. Mistress sound so hellish." She whispered while trying to absorb everything Zuriel told her. When he said that the girl was the current Queen of Acheron, Elisia questioned him again.

She was the Queen Ascendant. The world, a brutal, unforgiving world of power, deceit, and violence, was now her empire. The whispers, the rumors, the lies had faded into a forgotten memory. The new reality was a world that recognized Amara Moretti as the supreme power, feared and respected. The world had heard of Dante's ruthlessness, but Amara's strategic brilliance, her cold, merciless vengeance, was a new, terrifying force. They had heard of the King. They were now hearing the Queen. And they were hearing a new language, a language of power that was a direct, silent, and utterly devastating challenge to their own.

“And I handled it.” “That’s not the point, Theron,” she said, voice sharper now. “I’m tired of being hunted. Of feeling like a pawn in a game I didn’t choose to play.” “You’re not a pawn. You’re the Queen they fear.” She scoffed, pacing away. “Queen of what? A people divided? A mate bond constantly tested by secrets and politics?” Theron moved closer, reaching for her arm. “You’re not alone in this.”

Said the weary queen. "So, when we die, the creatures can't think of anything and go berserk instead. They needed a new queen. And this guy…" The weary queen looked at Christian. "Is the new queen." She continued. "And what am I supposed to do with that?" Christian said, confused. "I don't know. I'm not their queen." The weary queen replied sarcastically, still sounded exhausted. Christian flooded himself with thoughts. The others who transformed after injected with a strange liquid said that they also inherited the knowledge of doing things that the past creatures did. That means, I should know what to do in order to save them by stopping the termites who are rampaging on the ground.

The woman squeezed her hand tighter something like reverence settling into her exhausted expression "You're like something out of a story," she said. "The Apocalypse Queen." They're already calling you that, you know, "Out there Word's spreading.” Sera went very still. "That's not," she started, "I'm not any kind of queen; I just prepared.” "Modesty's a good look on a queen," the woman said with the faintest exhausted smile. "Doesn't change what people are saying, though.” She moved on before Sera could argue further, disappearing into the crowd of survivors gathered near the fire pit. Priya had rigged for cooking.

The Devourer surged violently upward beneath reality while the final chains around existence strained dangerously. RETURN THE THRONES. The command thundered across creation. The Queen turned toward us fully now. And for the first time, I saw desperation inside her silver eyes. “Once you sit upon the Thrones, there is no returning to mortality.” Silence crashed across the realm. Kael slowly looked toward me. The bond between us pulsed softly. The impossible weight of eternity waiting above us both. The Queen’s voice lowered shakily now. “But if no one ascends”