The Last Queen Book Novels & Stories

It was old and leather-bound, the kind kept in a royal private library and handled with care. The cover was embossed with symbols she did not recognize and the pages were yellowed with age. Gianna opened it to the first page and read the inscription written in faded ink. To the Queen who will come after me. May you find strength in these words when the crown feels too heavy. She looked up at Alexandra. "What is this?" He took the book from her hands and examined it carefully. Then he went very quiet. "Papa?" "This belonged to the last Lycan Queen," Alexandra said. "Nolan's mother. It has not left the palace in forty years."

" Do whatever you want, read through my head but you will not get to the book, you witch." " Witch?" She laughed loud, " Well, watch me as I get it. " They exchanged spells against each other. The other men went ahead searching every shelves and corner of the library. " Not here." They said to each other. Illiana's eyes darted to the direction of the door as the Queen walked in. She didn't let anyone know about her entrance, she was covered in her causal coat. " It's time, Delilah. " Fred and Delilah stopped fighting. " The King will be dead tonight, and I will have my way into his secret chamber. Then, I will find the book. "

"I made sure the Council believed you were dead. I gave you suppressants. I gave you a new identity. I made sure you were hidden in plain sight." Wren's hands were shaking. "Why?" "Because you're the last Royal Omega." Marcus's voice was quiet. "And as long as you're alive, the Council can't complete their plan." Wren's heart stopped. "What plan?" Marcus was silent for a long moment. "The Council has been manipulating bloodlines for decades. They've been trying to create a perfect Alpha heir—someone who can control all the bloodlines through the bond. But they need an Omega to complete the bond. An Omega who shares the bloodline. A Royal Omega."

Queen Sabrina said, looking at my face. “If this is my land, then I should have a right to state my wish and get it fulfilled whether I want to stay here or not. When that is not possible, then how can I be part of this land, Queen Sabrina?” I questioned and Colton gulped hearing my words. But to both of our utter shock both King and Queen chuckled before climbing down from the thrones and walked near us. “Now I will believe your words that she is the one who executed that Ramsey.” Queen said smiling at me and the King.

So I went to King Phillip and demanded part of his army come help land an attack on the Stauckana Barbarians so I could win back my woman, My love, My Elizabella. He denied me at first, but I thought up a different strategy. I told him of how the barbarians harboured the Silvertongue charm, the one that could help us decipher the Book of Azazel. The Book of Azazel—everyone knows the story. It is the book with a mysterious unknown language that can only be deciphered with the help of the Silvertongue. Only then would King Phillip…or me…gain world domination.

She snarled, fighting it, but the power dragged her down, forcing her to her knees. Pain burned through her veins, hot and merciless. Not like a wound. Not like fire. Like something inside her was waking up. The queen watched her struggle. "You are the last Forsaken, Lyla." Her voice was softer now. Almost sad. "And that means you are the only one who can open the door." Lyla’s head snapped up, her silver eyes wide. "What door?" The shadows laughed. And the queen whispered "The one that should never be opened." And then

" Alley whispered. Her eyes were wide and I looked to see what she was looking at and there stood a very broad man, long black hair greased back, black and red eyes, his skin was way too pale for the living. Standing next to him was a petite looking woman, she was more clean cut but still looked like she was going to croak at any minute. "That must be his king and queen." I whispered watching as the memory played on. There were hundreds of infected vampires standing around and he was yelling something. "How can we hear what he is saying?" I asked. "Let's get a little closer.'' Alley replied holding on to my hand tightly. The closer we got the more I could hear him, "The false queen has a new

The taste of copper filled her mouth. Aaron’s eyes were alive with a strange, cruel satisfaction, like he was seeing a line he’d always wanted to cross. “You always think you’re clever,” he hissed. “You always think you can argue, you can twist it, you can—” “Stop!” Louise’s voice broke, loud and trembling. For the first time, it wasn’t careful. It was raw. It carried across the cracked walls, bouncing against the furniture and the peeling wallpaper. “Just stop!”

When the light left his eyes, she closed them with tender fingers. Then she stood. Turned to the silent hall. The beast spoke through her mouth, voice filling every corner. “The king is dead.” A pause. “Long live the queen.” The remaining mirrors—all of them—shattered at once. And in every shard, the same reflection: Elara wearing the crown. The face. And the apocalypse.

958 word(s) Published 286 THIRD TO LAST EPISODE; Part 1. Name: My Woman. My Possession. . . . . "So, let me get something very straight. You, My King, almost executed the long-lost brother of the King of Salem?" Queen Izia, Princess Kamara's mother arched her brows at her King. They are in his Chambers. King Valendy, behind his desk, while the Queen sat on the bed giving him a look that managed to be both smug and elegant at the same time.