The Meme Queen Novel Adventure Novels & Stories

; she roared. “Sure my lady!” He bowed respectfully and left. “I have been breaking stereotypes since my childhood, I had made every impossible thing possible, I have excluded the word impossible from my words bank then how could this be impossible? I will be the queen of “The Kingdom of Shades”. I will change this kingdom one day. I will eradicate all the darkness from it and make it the kingdom of rising. It will be just bright and powerful like the sun rise. I want everything, everyone under my Lead. The Lead of werewolf Queen. The queen who would be loved and adored by all. The queen will be just like her wonderful mother but she will not be weak like her who couldn’t fight her fate and

She looks at me, "You used to visit sometimes, don't you remember?" I shake my head, "If I did, I wouldn't be asking questions." "I was the Queen's maid and Henry's nanny." My jaw drops and that's when the memories come flooding back, the gifts, the trips to the castle and the little brunette boy, which used to chase me around the castle and play hide and look with, it's Henry. "You remember now?" I nod, "Yes." Henry walks into the living room and tells Nana that the car is waiting outside, she kisses his cheek goodbye and gives Henry a hug and leaves. The sudden realization that I'm left with the king hits me, and I am nervous like sweaty palms nervous.

“How the fuck am I even supposed to get there?” “Oh but I think you’ll get there easily.” He cooed, staring behind her and she turned to find Adrian running forward. “Afterall, that is where you will find the key to your missing memories. It was the Fae Queen herself that locked them.” What? A hundred new questions popped into her mind. Why would the Fae queen lock her memories? How could she have even had any contact with the queen in the first place? Adrian came to a stop beside her, subtly sliding between Aremin and her.

Daren replied, taking Reina's hand as they walked out of the hall, leaving behind a stunned crowd. *** As Lilith sat in her car, trembling with anger, she couldn't grasp how Reina had managed to humiliate her so publicly. Vowing revenge, she reached for her phone, only to be interrupted by a social media notification. Curiosity piqued, she opened the app and found herself tagged in a meme that showcased her drenched in wine, with a bewildered expression while Reina's face blurred in the background. Intrigued, she delved into the comment section. The post had already garnered thousands of likes and comments, with more pouring in by the second.

The Queen stepped closer again until we were nearly face-to-face. “You think this crown chose you by accident?” My breath caught. “You were born from ruin.” “No.” “You inherited its hunger.” “I said NO!” The throne room cracked violently around us. Dark energy exploded outward from my body instinctively. The Queen only smiled. “There you are.” Before I could react, her hand suddenly touched my forehead. Agony ripped through me instantly. More memories flooded in. War. Fire. Entire kingdoms marching against the Queen while Hollows tore through their armies.

And I hated just how natural command looked on him, and how much I understood why they obeyed. My hand found a spine I had not meant to touch. The Lunar Trials: Forgotten Queens of the Northern Packs. I read the title twice before my fingers closed around the book. Forgotten queens. The word lodged in my throat like a promise. The cover was heavy, dark blue leather, silver faded to pewter. When I opened it the scent of old paper rose up, dust and ink and something older. I found myself getting lost as I stared at the page for a second, and it was then that I genuinely forgot that I was in the Alpha’s office at all.

Questions remained unanswered. Across Valdoria, few remembered Lana Marcone as she truly was. They remembered only the story that endured. The Queen who betrayed her King.

“Before I tell you, you must know that whatever the outcome, one thing is for certain. I will go down in flames or die trying to save us. We need to take every risk necessary to reach our endgame.” “And what exactly is our end game here, Leo?” Since the moment I first saw her, I have concealed a dark secret behind the facade of trying to be her hero. The heart of the now-defiant Queen may belong to someone else... But the truth is, Zeynep Volkov belongs to me and I will reduce cities to soot and ash to claim what is rightfully mine. No matter what it takes. I'll make her mine. If I have to wait... Kill for her... Slay her dragons... I will.

She asked me, her hand clasping each other on the table, very attentive to what I would say. Well, I would be saying nothing. Because If I did, she would know that I was lying, except for my story on the chasm. I didn’t know about any chasm. “I am sorry my queen, she has lost her memories. The only thing that she remembers is her name,” Peter spoke, and I almost heaved in relief but for the queen’s stare that was still boring holes in the particulars of my face. Could she just stop staring even for a minute?

And Apollo never looked startled. Her heartbeat thundered like a war drum. And then… the dream. The Queen. Burning crown. Burning eyes. Burning voice. Standing in a world of ash and starlight, staring at Adelaide as though she recognised her. As though she had been waiting. “Child of ash and heartbeat… he will devour you.” Adelaide’s knees weakened. She wrapped her arms around herself, but it didn’t stop the shiver that crawled down her spine. The Queen hadn’t been a dream. She’d been a warning. A prophecy. A memory. A claim.