The Queen Against Destiny Novels & Stories

I answer directly. "And maybe you don't like that woman even more?" He question that the referred to is Acadia. “In fact, you don't know that woman better than Demetria who has been with you since you were a child. If you don't want Demetria, I'll give you five days, and if you haven't brought the woman to the Moon, even if you don't want Demetria, she will be your queen. ” The king and it has disappeared. I gasped for breath. I will marry everyone not just Demetria. Argh!

Memories flooded my mind, a newborn baby, a silver haired woman crying, a ritual circle glowing beneath a blood moon, a soul being divided, split, broken apart. The Queen's voice echoed through the vision. "When they could not claim me..." Pain flashed across her face. "I made a choice." The images shifted, darkness, magic, sacrifice, a child, me. The Queen closed her eyes. "I hid myself." Understanding crashed into me. No. No, that wasn't possible. The Queen opened her eyes. "You are not my descendant, Thea." The world stopped. The flowers, the trees, the moonlight, everything gone. Only her words remained. You are not my descendant.

"Just sign it. It's a formality." "A formality?" I tightened my grip on the phone. "This contract treats me worse than a servant! At least a servant gets paid!" "Don't get worked up," he sighed, as if to a spoiled child. "You're a pawn orchestrated by the Vincent family, understand? Pawns don't have emotions. Once you marry in, you'll be the Underboss's wife. Barring any unforeseen circumstances, you'll be the future Donna. You'll naturally be obligated to raise a Castillo heir. Do you understand?"

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.

There is no alternative. I shook my head and my discomfort pricked me. I cannot... somebody who puts his life in danger of mine? I... I don't even know them. I can't ask that of anyone." “You do not have a choice,” Rowan said. “It is not a question of asking; it is a matter of survival. You are queen now, Auri. You must act accordingly." I heaved a sigh and leaned against the bed in an attempt to wrap my head around it. "When will I meet this knight?"

And Rocco… he was moving deeper into my flames with every breath, binding himself to me with no assurance of surviving. I spun back towards the city, but softened my tone this time. "You know they'll come for us. For me. Perhaps even for you.” His hand folded over mine, rough fingers rubbing against the diamond studded knuckles of my hand. He drew my hand to his mouth and kissed it, slow and even, his eyes never leaving mine. "Then let them try it. Because they'll find there's only one Queen." The words wrapped around me like armour, like chains, like a vow. My heart thumped against my breast, but I stayed impassive. That was the game, anyway. A Queen never gets frightened. A Queen never sho

His hands fisted in my hair, mine clung to his shoulders, the bruises of training forgotten as I melted against him. And yet, as his mouth claimed mine, a thought came dancing in my mind, about the prophecy: The Queen who draws first blood shall decide the fate of all. My body we nt still as I thought hard about it. What if killing was not only survival… but doom?

And Lorenzo… well, he’d learn quickly that the game he thought he was playing with me was far from over. I tapped the steering wheel, my eyes narrowing as the city lights blurred past. My mind raced with plans—alliances to mend, debts to collect, favors to call in. Every step I took, every meeting I attended tonight, would be a move on the chessboard. And the queen I cared most about—Alessia—would be safe, and maybe, just maybe, she’d finally understand that I had never been her enemy. And if anyone tried to get in the way, well… they’d regret it.

Did they cross into space or is it because… This can’t be. The demon realm is in danger. Dev clenched her fist and finally disappeared into thin air. Without a second, she burst into the palace halls and ran across the long corridor. This is bad. Her Highness still haven’t gave birth to the heir. If she suddenly got taken away, who knows what would happen to her. Dev gritted his teeth. She don’t know why she’s so worried about a mere human rather than her own kin. The realm was clearly in danger but her heart only wish to protect the Queen.

My breath is taken from me as I watch Bella, the woman I rejected six years ago, walk past me after being crowned Queen. I could not take my eyes off of her through the ceremony. Not when the doors open, and that scent of moon flowers that I could never forget came wafting in. Not when she first walked past me, looking ahead at the dais where King Jonathan stood, ready to help crown her Queen. Not when she turned to face us with the crown on her head as the King proclaimed her as Alpha Queen Isabella Nightlock, ruler of wolves.