The Apocalyptic Queen Theresa Novels & Stories

Chosen not to return to Leo or the life she once had. She was Queen now. At the threshold, two groups faced one another, the air thick with unspoken history. Before anyone could speak, Elder Thalos stepped forward, his gaze locked on Rosetta. His voice, deep and steady, carried the weight of old wounds. “Before anything else, the Queen deserves to know something I doubt she’s been told.” Aliyah gave a slight nod. “Speak.” Thalos turned to her, his expression unreadable. "You may have known Rosetta for years during your time among their pack, but I fear you do not know the truth of who she once was."

I sigh, "I was kind of forced to. Archie said he would pay for them," "That's nice of him, but why did he have to force you?" She's the first therapist that I've been to that doesn't take notes, she says that she wasn't our sessions to be more of a conversation than a confrontation. "Recent events have had me in a really bad state of mind," I reply, "Ever since I started seeing the King, things have been chaotic." "When you say seeing, do you mean officially or casually?" "Officially." She nods, "Okay, so what has made things chaotic?"

“It will be good for you to see, and know better, where our children will be raised. Though I hope, in the future, you will make time to see the Lunas and the ambassador’s wives. I’d be keen to have a wife who is…more interested in the politics of this kingdom than my last.” I smile at him, not letting him see the curiosity that this brews in me. I want, desperately, to ask more about Beth, his third queen, so recently dead – and to know, honestly, what the hell is going on with the three children he had by her, whom he never, ever turns an eye to. But I bury it all inside me, knowing better than to ask. If he wants me to know, he’ll tell me in his own time.

The bad part was that I was thrown away by him. I was about to wonder why he did what he did until I saw the way he was looking at her, and the realization hit me as hard as possible. There are mates, and the one supposed to be the werewolves' Queen is destined to the enemy. What a fun story!!!

The darkness beyond the gate released a low growl. For the first time, it sounded uneasy. The woman fully emerged from the light. Golden hair. Golden eyes. Ancient armor marked with countless scars. Lyra recognized her instantly from the memories. From the visions. From the stories. The First Queen. Aurelia. The founder of kingdoms. The woman history called a savior. The woman everyone believed had died thousands of years ago. Aurelia surveyed the battlefield. The broken gate. The darkness. Selara. The Empty King.

"But if I kill him, the witch wins. She will find another pawn. Another war." "What do you want to do?" I grip the reins tighter. "I want to break her hold on him. I want him to see the truth. And then I want him to choose. Fight for me or die by my hand." Kael is silent for a moment. Then he nods. "That is why you are queen." "I am queen because I had no other choice." We ride into the palace courtyard as the sun rises. Elara meets us, her face frantic. "You have returned. Theron?"

Angela Rizzo spent ten years scrubbing floors for the Bellini family. Ten years of whippings, stolen wages, and swallowing her pride like it was water. Then the apocalypse came, and the people she kept alive tied her to a pole and left her for the dead. She died screaming. Then she woke up two months before the end of the world, with a system in her head that could see anyone's secrets and a single goal burned into her bones: never be anyone's sacrifice again. "You think you can talk to me like that because I'm a maid?" Angela straightened her back, her eyes cold enough to freeze the room. Carmela laughed, thick and ugly. "You ARE a maid. You're lower than the rats in the basement, girl.

But this version of her — the machine-born echo — spoke to the world like a prophet. “The old bloodlines have failed. The world must be reborn under one crown.” That was all she said before the feed cut out. Now, every syndicate, cartel, and militia whispered the same question — Which queen is real? “Cassian’s report says she’s building an army out of the Vatican ruins,” Luca finally said. His voice was low, hoarse. “They call themselves the Ash Legion.” Amara didn’t turn. “How poetic.” “She’s using your name, Amara.”

"Now, immediately, apologize to Miss Aria! Kneel and apologize! Otherwise, you're not welcome back!" "That's the top mafia family! The true rulers!" "And you, you idiot, actually offended their most favored heir!" The top mafia family. Isabella's bitten lip and tearful kneeling accompanied those words. Those words hit everyone like a sledgehammer. The murmuring in the corridor instantly ceased. Everyone stared at me in shock, their eyes wide with disbelief. The Vanguard family, the mysterious family rumored to hold sway over the entire underworld. No one had ever seen their core members, but everyone knew the consequences of offending the Vanguard family.

I nod, and he turns to address the crowd. "Ladies and Gentlemen, we are gathered here today to witness the crowning of the new Queen of the Southern Werewolf Kingdom and her ascending to the throne. And with her, the ascending of Lady Jessica as the new Female Beta." He says, and the crowd cheers. Zion takes his seat on the bigger of the two thrones as Orian and Sam stand behind him on either side. Jessica walks over to my side as my mom and Odett stand on the left side of my throne.