The Divorced Military Queen Awakens Novels & Stories

They could feel my awakening. The Silver God smiled faintly through Kael’s silver eye. “The kingdoms remember their Queen.” The fractured space around us split wider suddenly. Through the opening, flashes of the outside world appeared. Vast silver forests glowing beneath moonlight. Ancient ruins awakening with buried magic. Wolf packs kneeling instinctively beneath the night sky as forgotten power surged across the lands again. Whispers are spreading through the bond tied to the old kingdoms. The First Queen has awakened. The force of it shook through me completely. Centuries ago, I had ruled them. Protected them. Loved them. And now they were waking again because of me.

I could hear the wind whistling against the glass. "Divorce?" I laughed, a short, hysterical sound. "Silas, it’s our anniversary. I have news. I have—" "The High Oracle called me this afternoon," Silas interrupted, finally turning to look at me. His eyes were a flat, icy gray. No warmth. No regret. "The prophecy has been fulfilled. The True Mate has emerged. It’s Genevieve St. Cloud." My heart didn't just break; it shattered into a million jagged pieces. Genevieve. The Alpha daughter of the Midnight Sun pack. She was a warrior, a socialite, and Silas’s childhood crush. She was everything a Lycan King was supposed to have.

I remain silent. Listening. “Idra listens to me,” she continues. “I am the most powerful queen in this palace.” Her eyes lock onto mine. “I do not want to see you near him.” The words are not a request. They are a warning. Clear. Direct. I hold her gaze. “I am not interested in Idra,” I say calmly. “You do not have to worry.” Her expression does not change. So I continue. “I was married to him for political reasons only. If you keep him away from me, I would be very grateful.”

I did it because I am obsessed. Queen of the board. Daughter of ambition.Diva of manipulation. I always get what I want. Why keep a best friend… when you can have a Greek god who could get your name customized on a private jet in minutes? That’s what I told myself the night everything started falling into place. Friends? Loyalty? Bonds? Those were for people who had no power. But Salvatore… oh, Salvatore was power incarnate. Broad shoulders, cold eyes, a voice that could make men kneel or women melt. And that mind—sharp, calculating, too clever to be tamed… yet so easy to mislead when he was drunk.

⚠️ Trigger Warning ⚠️ This chapter contains mature and dark themes involving a toxic and abusive marriage. Please proceed with caution. Key Triggers: Emotional and verbal Abuse, Sexual Assault, Domestic violence, physical abuse and Forced Medication. ~ Sienna’s Pov~ “You’re nothing but a whore, always remember that.” Vincent whispers in my ear as I grit my teeth, my eyes fixed on the ceiling as I force my mind to count the pattern detaching my soul from my body which he is currently using as a ragdoll.

Suzette handed the seal to her. "T-this..." The queen seals the divorce paper before putting it on the floor. "Thank you for everything. Please have a happy blissful life together with her. Goodbye..." she smiled sweetly before turning around and leaving the banquet hall without looking back. As the queen walked away from them, she wipes away her tears and smirked. "I didn't know I got skilled in acting. Now then, shall we exit this scene in the novel I transmigrated in happily?" ***** Shandri found a bleeding man unconscious in the forest. His plain white inner sleeve was covered in his blood. She did not hesitate to help the man and bring him to her house.

Slurp. The Queen devoured the hot, thick rod, sucking until her cheeks hollowed. She performed oral sex while wrapping her fingers around the base, stroking him rapidly. She worked him until he wailed. Outside, the peeping soldiers were jerking off in unison. The Queen was squatting between the Prince’s legs, her own legs spread wide, making it crystal clear that she wore no underwear. "Whoa... is that really a mother’s cunt? Why does it look so fuckable?"

The General said for the twentieth time I’ve heard. “Go away...” I mumbled as I rolled to the side in my sleepiness. “My Queen!” He bawled louder. My goodness! I propped myself up against my ankles. Who the hell is that? I know it’s morning and as a Queen I’m supposed to be up early. But is this how to wake Queens up? The General continued entertaining my annoyance with his cooeeing while I went to clean myself up and change into my war vest. I was ready,

I asked, trying to steady my trembling voice. The soldier turned to me, his gaze firm yet pleading. “You are the unknown Queen,” he said. “The one with the power to heal our land.” “What are you talking about?” I asked, my voice faltering. He stepped closer. “Our land is dying, consumed by darkness and decay. Regent Romeo Hightower has drained the kingdom of life with his greed and shamanistic practices. The moon goddess promised us salvation through an unknown Queen. That Queen is you.”

Yellow waddled toward the door, muttering, “Newlyweds. Disgusting. Horny. Always glowing. I should’ve stayed in the enchanted carrot field.” He slammed the door behind him. I turned to Edric, sighing into my pillow. “Do all Queen Lunas have to deal with this?” He chuckled, pulling me back into his arms. “No. Just the legendary ones.” ***** Wrapped in my new velvet robe (courtesy of Clarence’s “Lounge Like a Queen” collection), I finally emerged from the King’s chamber looking like a half-asleep goddess with a tangled crown of hair and very little dignity left after last night’s earthquake-level honeymoon.