The Queen Of The South Novels & Stories

She was wearing a dark serpentine gown with a plunging neckline and a crown that had the emblem of the fourth: a three-headed snake. "Queen Alondra!" King Ivorn merrily acknowledged the queen's presence. I have heard about Queen Alondra Anguis. Mostly, her house carried bad news and a bad reputation. I started to build an invisible wall between us. From what I have heard, she was a dangerous beast.

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.

“Si.” “What about our children?” “Well, our first daughter is promised to Dmitri Orlov who is keeping my throne warm as we speak. Our sons will just have to learn how to play nicely and share. Per favore, Leo…. Don’t fight me on this.” “You do realise that the title Defiant Queen is so fitting for you?” His voice softens, followed by the look in his eyes. It’s almost like he is proud of me for following my heart. “So, does that mean the boy can stay with us?” Hope lines my voice.

The pain was a part of me now, as familiar as breathing. “Are you alright?” he asked, his voice filled with concern as he knelt beside me. I nodded weakly, though I wasn’t alright. My entire body felt like it was on fire, and the fever had taken hold of me again, making everything blur at the edges. “I… I don’t understand,” I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. “Why are you doing this? Why are you calling me queen?” Tariq’s blue eyes met mine. “Because you are a queen, Leah. You don’t remember yet, but you’re meant for something greater than this. Kayden and Selena, they have tried to break you, but you’re stronger than they know.”

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

I jerked her hand away and shot up from the couch, “You must be fucking insane to even say something like that.” Rage was rolling off me in waves as I hissed, “I am the only rightful heir of this throne, and all my life, I’ve worked hard to make myself deserving of it.” I straightened and lifted my chin, “And now I am and no one can ever stop me from being the Queen of the South.” My lips turned up in a vicious smirk, “Let the throne be a gift from the daddy dearest.” Sophie opened her mouth, “I just want…”

"And if you want to 'erase' the flaws of this world, you’ll have to start with me." The King leaned down, his face inches from mine. I could smell the beginning of time—the scent of cold stars and ancient stone. “A QUEEN MUST BE TESTED,” he said. “YOU HAVE THE HEART OF A HEALER, BUT DO YOU HAVE THE SOUL OF A RULER? THE SOUTH IS GATHERING. THE IRON-WOLVES ARE REBUILDING. THEY WILL NOT STOP UNTIL THE NORTH IS A QUARRY.” He straightened his back, his silver light expanding until it filled the entire balcony.

He taught her the rules—how to read, how to fight, how to survive in a world where kindness gets you killed. He was the Don—cold, calculated, ruthless. But with her? He had one soft spot he never let anyone see. That softness messed with her head. Made her want things she had no business wanting. In her last life, Gina Chisari—principessa of the Chisari family—played dirty. She threatened Vera with the lives of the orphanage kids just to shove her out of Montavera and away from the Quaranta name. Vera brushed it off. Thought Gina couldn't touch anything on Quaranta turf.

"The ancient relic does not lie! She has borne the seed of the enemy! She must be dragged down to the courtyard and executed immediately! Cleansing the Northern line is our sacred duty!" "No!" the lead Southern commander barked, his voice booming over the shouting elders as his men drew their swords halfway from their sheaths. "We will not allow you to murder our King’s child or the Queen! The blood is Southern! Queen Rosalie belongs to the South now, and we are taking her with us! If a single Northern blade touches her, every Southern realm will rise!" "You dare demand our Queen?!" Lord Grier shouted back, his hand gripping his sword hilt. "She wore the Northern crown! Yielding her to the S