The Queen Against Destiny Novels & Stories

But the choice has never been mine. [A Queen…] Once a maiden. Now, a Queen. The Queen of Alkhemi. Or should I call myself the Queen of Nothing? Because at the end of it all, I lost everything. These are the repercussions I was talking about. Nothing I did saved me from the doomed fate that had been laid out for me. Everything I thought I did right ended me in ruins. Battling between two Kings is a tragedy no Maiden should ever have to face. Now that the entire kingdom’s future rests on my shoulders —something I am not quite sure I want for myself— the pressure has multiplied. Because a Maiden has a heart. And a soul. And longing. And when Rome, a green-eyed Lycan King keeps tempting me with

“What happened, Jackson?” “Phillip killed one of the warriors. Her name was Destiny. Earlier that day, Destiny complained that she missed home, and she wondered how much longer we’d be on the road. She questioned the queen’s decision to push on to Scotland to recruit the witches. Phillip waited until Destiny was alone and killed her. He said she was a threat to the queen.” “Because Destiny questioned her?” “Not outright, she was just talking…as wolves do, but she wasn’t about to abandon the queen or anything. She just missed home. We all do.”

I murmured, half asleep, smiling against his ribs, warm all the way through. "My queen," Malik said, quiet, into my hair, like a thing he'd known for a long time and had only now earned the right to name. "My queen of chaos. If you'll have the crown. If you'll take a gray careful kingdom and a man who's still learning how to be a person and a whole city full of people who used to be ordered to fear you, and stand next to it all, not under it, and make it yours too." I lay very still against him, and felt the enormous thing his voice was circling, and decided, being who I was, to make him work for the shape of it.

Squinting his eyes, Alexander’s brows meet and a fine line of crease appeared on his forehead, “You mean... Him?” “Yes! Him! I don’t know what Grandma was thinking but arghhh! I don’t want him to be my teacher. You know how I hate his guts and just everything. I hate his whole existence.” Alexandria groaned as she expresses her dislike on the man her Grandmother, Duchess of Montmorency, have chosen for her. “You can’t do anything. Petronivia Royaline Chartres, Duchess of Montmorency thinks of him as one of your marriage prospects.” “Could you please not say in complete our Grandmother’s name.” Alexandria complained with a twisted facial expression. “Petronivia would be enough.”

A small smile spread on my face amidst my pain. "Anybody that challenges her and loses is not fit to live" Thane growled out. I heard her scream and turned just in time to see him rip out her heart. He tossed her lifeless body and her heart away and marched towards me. He lifted me into his arms. "All Hail The Queen" a voice shouted. "All Hail The Queen" the crowd chorused. I shut my eyes in exhaustion and he blurred us out of the field and into the castle.

Introduction “YOU ARE NO KING!!” she yelled. “BUT I’M YOUR KING!” He shouted back. Two ruthless vampires who don’t tolerate each other, one is a king and the other a rogue, both with the power of mind control. But unable to control themselves. Destiny played it for them when they became mates. He accepted the moment he knew but hated it when he found out who she was. She hated his guts and rejected him, but the king didn’t let her do as she pleased, so he defies her and takes her against her own will.

She had no choice but to listen, her body too tense to do anything else. Demeter began to pace, the soft clink of her golden sandals against the marble floor filling the room. “Not too long ago, Zeus and Hera decreed that balance must be maintained between the realms. The Underworld requires a queen—a goddess to rule alongside Hades.” Her voice softened mockingly as she glanced at Persephone. “And my daughter was chosen to be that queen, bound by agreement to spend half the year in his domain. It is a matter of cosmic order, not mere convenience. But Persephone is a creature of light and life… what good would she be with the dark and dead?”

‘There is peace in moving forward,’ Caterina argues quietly, ‘the death of innocent, utterly ordinary children, is not something that could ever grant that to you. ‘Ordinary?!’ Elsbeth seems to throw herself against the wall. She leaps, angry but hits against the magical barrier as though rebounding from glass. The Queen is unmoved, calm as she watches without flinching. Ava is at my side, still holding my hand. Through our bond I know that her heart is thundering just as rapidly as my own. Ordinary children? Completely ordinary children? I can hear her thoughts, echoed in my own mind. The Queen represents the Goddess. If anyone thought that there was some truth in the Prophecy, it would be

“You are way greater than you give yourself credit for, Carol,” the Goddess told me softly. “You have a bigger purpose, as does your mate. Soon, your destinies will find you both.” “Our destinies?” I asked, my brows furrowed together. “I don’t understand. What are our destinies?” She smiled and put a hand on my shoulder. “All will be revealed soon enough; but for right now, you must be wary of the Queen and stop her before she can unleash the true evil into this world. Jenna cannot take the crown; if she does, I’m afraid this world will fall into the hands of darkness.”

he reveals, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. My reaction is immediate, a silent acknowledgment of the unexpected twist in the night. Penelope, the revelation hangs in the air, and a surge of anticipation electrifies the atmosphere. The royal balls, as I affectionately call them, tighten in a blend of surprise and delight. Penelope, a hot mamasita, makes her presence felt in the grandeur of the elite club, an unexpected turn in the tapestry of the night's possibilities.