The Fae Queen's Captive Novels & Stories

She looked up at Tom before turning back to me. "There was a war that broke out in the Fae realm. Darkness took over. Your mother's sister and her army wiped out anyone who stood in her way. She found our weakness and used it to capture all the Dacian. They stole their magic, killing them in the process. We used our powers to create a portal to this realm and helped your mother escape. She wanted to find her mate so you could be born. You are the one who will bring life back into the Fae world. Restore the balance of all realms and take your rightful place as Queen of all realms."

"Come now. We can't keep the queen waiting." After making sure she was okay, Alden took her hand in his and they continued up the stairs. "What's the queen like?" Diana asked after a while. "I don't have the right words." Freya replied. "She's a born leader, that's for sure. She exudes power and authority." "I always thought faeires were delicate creatures." Diana shook her head. "The queen sounds scary." Freya chuckled. "She isn't scary, and yes, the faeries are indeed delicate creatures. But you don't want to anger them. There's a reason why they keep to themselves. They can be vicious."

"A $4 million debt stole her freedom One reckless slap changed her life forever." Valentina Russo refused to bow before the most feared man in the underworld—Don Damiano Moretti. Instead of killing her, he made her an offer she couldn’t escape: become his wife… or watch her family burn. Trapped in a gilded prison, Valentina vows to hate the ruthless mafia king who stole her freedom. But Damiano isn’t after obedience he wants her heart, her fire, and her surrender. As deadly enemies close in and buried secrets threaten to destroy them, passion ignites into obsession. In a world ruled by blood, power, and betrayal, can the Don’s captive become the only queen capable of conquering the b

She looks almost ethereal in her beauty, though there's no mistaking the cold anger that radiates from her eyes. It's clear that this fae queen has brought us here with her magic—and I'm guessing she isn't too pleased with us. I take a step forward, trying to show that I'm not afraid. "As I was trying to tell your army of faeries, we mean no harm," I say, keeping my voice steady. The Faerie queen regards me with a cold stare. "I am Queen Amara," she says in a voice that sends shivers down my spine. "And you have trespassed in my realm."

Chapter One Hundred and Forty Annabelle's POV As I stood up from kneeling down there in the dimly lit chamber, my heart pounding in my chest, I could hardly believe what I was seeing. The young and beautiful Vampire Queen Elara, who had kept me captive for what felt like an eternity, was none other than my evil step-grandmother—the one I had heard horrifying tales about but had never laid eyes on until now.

The cave was dark and musty, but at least it provided some cover. I pressed my back against the wall of the cave and tried to quiet my breathing. I could hear the sounds of the hunt growing louder, but for the moment, I was safe. "Come out, little rabbit," a voice called out from outside the cave. "We just want to play." It was a fae, I could tell by the singsong quality of his voice. I stayed silent, hoping that he would give up and move on. But then I heard the voice of a witch, her tone low and menacing. "Don't waste your time playing games, Faerie. The Queen demands that we bring her the girl."

Max dictates. “For that to happen, she would need to also pledge to us that she would treat us all as equals and protect us if required.” “That is something I’m happy to do. If you need aid, we will send our gifted and our warriors to help you,” I tell them all. “Then it’s done. Evelyn Rose Jones I recognise and accept you as the Alpha Queen, I will serve you,” Max says. “I, Alpha Terry of the South Glade pack recognise and accept Evelyn Rose Jones as the Alpha Queen. I will serve you,” a voice calls out through the video call.

Was there something wrong? "Your father is sick. Rebels are rising. You should keep your Queen out of the Dragon Territory." His warning fell on deaf ears as Gunther pinned him to the wall, eyes fierce. "Or not. Who is she, even?" Fynn wondered, with his hands raised in surrender. "Fae and their type are not welcome here, no matter if you are the Prince or not." "She is the Queen of Queens. The Tatiana." Gunther replied, watching as his old friend's jaw dropped. "Take me to the King, so I may report my return from the Fae Lands."

"She fucking killed one of the guards and tried to run. I don't get why she wants to leave. I have given her anything she asks for." "Except for freedom. Face it Damion since that night you have kept her locked up in the house. You had tutors come in so she didn't have to go back to school, you never let her go out anywhere. It's no wonder she is trying to run." I punched the bag harder and closer to his face. He wasn't lying but I didn't appreciate his truthfulness at that moment. "Well what the fuck do you suggest I do? I can't just let her walk out the gates by herself. We all know the truth behind that night except her. I plan on keeping it that way to. Until we end the threat she has to

The very stone beneath their feet seemed to tremble beneath the force of it. Aliyah did not move. The Shaman lowered the crown and placed it gently on her head. The weight of it landed softly, but its meaning struck hard. Queen. When the Shaman stepped back, the silence shattered. The voices around her rose louder. A thousand howls joined as one. It was a cry of loyalty, a song of the old ways. Aliyah stood tall beneath it all, the crown gleaming against her dark hair. She was now Queen of the Lycans.