The Queen Came Back To Lead Her Sisters Novels & Stories

But then, watching the same people over and over again gets boring overtime. Diving into the book, I reopen to one of my favorite parts of the lycan battles. It is the chapter where the lycan king was brought to his knees by the queen, and makes she him beg her for his life. He wasn’t expecting her, or that she would even do something like that. It is what makes me like it more. I feel like I relate to the queen well. She has always been undermined and underrated, then she wound her full potential and—

Sean was still grinning. Lucia felt the situation tense; she approached her husband and wanted to invite him in until the Queen's voice startled them. "I have heard, Sis," he said until the three turned to the teenage girl. Queen rubbed her tears roughly, "Thank you for explaining who I am! Sob sob!" Queen ran away from the three. "Queens!" Sean called, but his sister didn't heed him. Queen enters the house. He was already suspicious of the difference between them, but hearing his second brother's words just now left a pain in his heart.

Madelyn’s POV His words echoed in my head. He loves her? Then what about me? What about all the years we were together? “Still processing it, huh? My foolish sister.” Yolanda arched her brow. “You just borrowed this life from me. Be grateful I even let you enjoy it.” Henry came out of his room and rushed to us. I kept my lips tight. Yolanda beamed upon seeing Henry and she leaned forward, her arms open and inviting an embrace.

Becky had been the scariest beast she had ever been in her whole life just a few moments ago, but now she seemed to be calmed by the queen's presence. The queen reached her hand out to Becky, who took it without hesitation. She led the two girls back to the middle of the room and she instructed the doctor and the nurse to take Mister back to the lab immediately. They did so without question, and once the room was cleared, the queen began to speak. "Della and Becky, you are sisters by fate. You both know a completely different side of this pathetic pile of a man who is groveling at your feet," the queen said, "but now it's time for you both to know the same truth and for all of this man's ev

"Now, what can we do to help you along? I know Valarian talks to you, but even I see how careful he is to keep his distance from you. What can I do to help?" As she spoke, a deep, blooming sense of affection settled into the Queen's chest. Looking at the two young women sitting by her hearth—one a fierce, gold-hearted warrior wrestling with a cosmic biological destiny, the other a quiet, grounding witch with ancient earth magic humming in her veins—Rebecca realized she didn't just see subjects or allies anymore. She saw sisters. She saw a circle of her own.

Her own attire – simple green wool instead of her usual hunting leathers – drew curious glances from other gods and nymphs who passed them on the way. "He always knows when his favorite toys return home. And he never likes it when we've been playing in his garden without his permission." There was edge to her voice – a resentment born of centuries spent under Zeus’s rule, of watching him claim dominion over all things while expecting others to follow his commands without question. She had always valued her independence more than most of the Olympians, choosing the freedom of the wild over the comforts of the palace, but even she felt the pull of duty that bound them all to their king.

I took a step back in disgust, avoiding his attempt to touch me as if he were a pile of filth. Then I turned and announced to everyone present, "I've had enough of this childish game. I have decided to officially return to the Valerius family and take what is rightfully mine. From this day forward, I have no connection to Clan Nightwood." Hearing my declaration, a deeply satisfied smile spread across Prince Archon's stern face. He released his grip. Julia crumpled to the ground like a rag doll, clutching her throat and coughing violently, her eyes wide with terror.

"I placed an order for flour and fresh vegetables. You're staying with me today. We’re going to make that jam together." "Alright then." The remaining brothers had their "tasks" to attend to. They mounted their horses, sternly reminding Hilarion to take good care of the Princess. Hilarion waved them off, rubbing his hands together as he walked back inside. How infuriating! The Queen remained hidden nearby. Seeing that her attempt had failed, her beautiful face contorted with rage. That "slutty" stepdaughter was still breathing! She refused to return empty-handed. "If they find out we're still lurking here, they'll kill us for sure, Your Majesty," the maid whispered in terror. "Do we really h

“Your Majesty the Queen Dowager, something terrible has happened! Lady Selena ran into Her Majesty the Queen over by the gazebo and, for some reason, offended her. The Queen ordered her punished—her face was slapped! Please, Your Majesty, come quickly!” At the mention of the gazebo, Miranda’s heart skipped a beat. So that place really was a setup… The Queen Dowager’s expression turned serious. “Is that so? Help me there—quickly!” Then, turning to Miranda, she said, “Thougn it’s your sister who’s been hurt. You’re injured too. Better stay here and rest—I’ll go see what’s happened.” She even emphasized “your sister”… If I don’t go, won’t it seem like I’m cold and indifferent?

It was better than telling her I was the woman her evil daughter wanted dead. “Just a woman running from wolves. And this is my daughter, Roses.” The Queen’s eyes lingered on Roses, then flicked back to me. Her pupils narrowed, her chest rose with a breath too deep for calm. She reached out as if to touch Roses, then pulled back her hand at the last moment. “The goddess,” she whispered, barely audible. “She returns what was stolen.” Her words sent a shiver down my spine. My knees nearly buckled. “What are you talking about?” I demanded, clutching Roses tighter.