Novel & Cerita The Orphaned Queen

“You’re more than we deserved.” “No,” Elara said. “I’m exactly what Eldoria needs.” Far beyond the walls of Moonstone Keep, past broken treaties and shifting borders, a tremor stirred the wind. Because somewhere, far away, but watching, Eldoria’s enemies felt the ripple. A queen had risen. A queen who would sacrifice neither her throne nor her heart. And now, She would defend both. To the bitter, blazing end.

Kill the Queen before the four heirs are born. Beneath the sentence, pressed into wax gone brittle with age, sat a seal I didn’t recognize. Orion did. And whatever he saw in it drained the last of the color from his face too … because it belonged to someone who should have been dead for twenty years.

A man on the boat reached out his hand to help me up. His face was hidden in shadow, but I could see a scar running down his cheek. I watched the flames and bid farewell to my former self. From this moment on, there was no more Serena Ferrari. From now on, I would become my own queen.

Cesar doesn't like the games that Cordell plays, and it's clear on his face. "What are you getting at?" he growls, trying to hold himself together. Cordell walks over to me and strokes the side of my face. I want to turn and bite him but I remember the presence of the knife on my neck. "She promised to marry me, and father my children. But she lied and fucked you instead, becoming Queen of the Whores." "How dare you disrespect my wife!" Cesar booms, his accent layering on thick to the threatening words. His whole body begins to shake. It has been happening more and

A tiny blue house sat crooked and weather worn, tucked just outside the reaches of town. The paved road ended turning into gravel that eventually thinned into a little dirt walking path. The surrounding forest seemed to grow and swallow everything around it. No cars had been down this road in ages and the remnants of the long forgotten houses hid in the shadows of the trees. Louise walked slowly,letting each step linger so she could savor the moment and the quiet beauty around her, despite the sorrow and the hurt that had shaped her young adult life. Louise stopped in front of the slumped and sagging white porch, or what was left of a white porch. The paint was chipped and peeling, pulling a

The war came faster than blood dries. By the third dawn after the blood moon feast, the eastern horizon bristled with torches. Queen Isolde Valcour—mother to the dead princess, widow of a hundred battles—had not waited for confirmation. She had felt the bond sever, felt her daughter’s soul ripped from flesh, and she had answered with steel and starvation.

She wants to be near the Queen always, to touch her, to claim her as hers, but she can’t. She is just but a mere doll, and the Queen belongs to the King, whom she is certain would have her head on a chopping block should he learn how she feels about his Queen, and what they have done. Yuelan hides a smile at the blonde cuteness. The red stain on her cheeks makes her very alluring. Unable to help herself, she reaches out to push back the strand of hair blocking the girl’s view. Which she gently tucks behind her ear.

"No, we don't have that ability. Only the original can do that. She's the beginning of our kind anyway. They call her the Phantom Queen and she is eternal, at least that's what they say. She can manifest her essence in her chosen descendant throughout the centuries hence why they call her the Phantom——something that cannot be seen but she still remains in this world." "So she still exists up to this day? Where is she now?" I sighed, scooting closer and cuddled her on my side. "Nowhere. She'd been long gone since the War of the Triad began eight hundred years ago. Let's say we are indeed a 'cult'. And we were united before under the Phantom Queen Silva who was chosen by the Essence of the Ori

The man clicked his tongue and shook his head. “Unfortunately that young child is now an orphan, Your Majesty. Her parents didn’t make it and have died due to starvation.” The man replied. Morrigan’s heart contracted as she brought her glances back to the child in Colfre’s arms. Colfre met her gaze and understood what the young queen wanted to do. He handed the child to Morrigan, and Morrigan gave her the pins she pulled out of her hair earlier.

The Oracle continued. "Born of wolf and Lycan..." "Rejected before she is crowned..." "Hunted before she is known..." Lucian slowly looked toward Aurelia. Every line described her. Exactly. The final passage appeared. Brighter than the rest. The Oracle's voice nearly failed her. "She shall become the Queen Between Thrones." "By her choice..." "Every wolf shall stand united beneath one crown..." A hopeful silence filled the sanctuary. Then another line appeared. Darker. More terrible. "Or by her fall..."