The Orphaned Queen Novels & Stories

’ He replied, making me think about Aurora again. ‘I chose Jade, and you need to get over it, especially when we mark each other after becoming King and Queen.’ I ended the link before he could even reply. I was just walking around the garden ruins thinking about Aurora and how much I suppose I do miss her, was the rejection a mistake? Could I take it back or has it been too long? Jade is the right call to become queen. Why, was I now only thinking about this after all this time? I suddenly looked up at the woman who could make me King, she had said something to me, but I was in such a deep thought that I didn’t even hear what she said.

Time was strange in this state, so she knew neither how much time had passed since she realised she was going into oracle mode, nor how far away this convergence might be, but she could see the twists and patterns of all her nearby threads, twining around each other and her own as they struggled to maintain a certain motif. Slowly at first, then unbearably bright, she finds the words: ‘She comes—the eldest child of princely get, So born undeathly is our future queen. In gold through silver be her provenance, And with her bring a new regime serene. Behold with awe her virgin majesty, Illuminated by undying light. Despite the chaos looming ever near, Beneath her banner we shall all unite.’

"The woman who raised you, the one who gave you that petty silver locket, she perished. But the White Wolf is not a creature of flesh. It is a title. I didn't leave you because I was taken; I left you because I had to prepare the seat for your arrival." "Preparation?" Thane growled, stepping forward, his shadow-wolf fur bristling. "You left a child to be a slave in a pack of wolves that hated her. You let her be stripped of everything." The 'Mother' turned her violet gaze on Thane. "And look at what that stripping produced. A girl who can siphoned the void. A Queen who doesn't ask for power, but commands it. Had I stayed, Elora would have been a soft, spoiled princess of a dying line. Now...

“Is the agency keeping the rights that comes with the Masked Queen, are we going to have a new Masked Queen now that you’re leaving, do you know who it will be?” Letting out a snort, she replies. “Wow hawk-guy, looks like there’s a lot on your mind.” She chuckles and I force a small laugh along with her. “No, they’re not going to have a new Queen. It was a hard, long, and gruelling fight but I was able to retain the rights of the Masked Queen. And yes, at some point I will reveal my identity but right now, it’s not that time.” “F**king wow!”

The path would be clear. That was the price of being the last living oracle. I picked up my silver needle and began to write. The dead queen offers a bargain. The silver queen refuses. The children grow stronger. The King stands. The Queen fights. And the weaver falls. But the blood moon rises one last time. And the world changes forever.

King Ozrevhan and Queen Iyamara of the Giant Kingdom. They were enormous the way all giants were enormous, both of them well past nine feet, and the King looked so much like Korgath but a bit older version of him. The Queen beside him was tall even for a giant woman, dark and sharp-eyed, her hair wrapped and pinned with something that caught the torchlight. They came through the doors as fast as they can. They looked at the throne room. They saw the guards pressed against the wall and standing behind their Prince. They saw their son standing in the middle with his arms still crossed and his magic still glowing at his hands.

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.

She says with a small giggle. "You will stop second guessing your abilities to lead and you will rule right beside your mate. That is an order." She jokes with a hint of seriousness. I nod and smile up at her. She holds her hand out and a golden staff apears. I immediately bow down and she dubs me Queen of werewolves by tapping the staff on both of my shoulders. "I now dub thee Mackenzie Roseline Lathen as Queen of werewolves and Luna of the royal pack. Do you accept?" She asks and I look up at her.

Viola. Graceful. Calm. The Queen Mother beside her. Strong. Unshaken. And then Him. Idra. Standing near the center. His gaze lifts. And locks onto mine. The room fades. Just for a moment. Then A voice rises above the noise. Smooth. Unfamiliar. And far too interested. “So,” the man says, stepping forward, his eyes fixed on me. “This is the new queen.” My breath catches. Because there is something in his gaze Something dark Something dangerous That tells me This night Is not going to end well.

“She has dishonored her bloodline. Betrayed her own. She has conceived a child with our enemy—the one who has spilled our pack’s blood without mercy.” He didn’t look at me as he said it. Not once. “From this day forth,” he continued, voice cold as steel, “she is no longer under this pack’s protection. Her name, her title, and her right to call herself Moonbane… are stripped.” The world stopped. Stripped of everything. My name. My place. My worth. A sob tore at my throat, but I held it in… barely. Aunt Ysara stood to the side, her arms folded, face a blank mask carved from ice. I met her eyes once. She didn’t flinch.