The Queen's Gambit Novels & Stories

Said the queen. The woman rolled her eyes and glared back at her, "you are still on it? I can't believe that… you won't give up, right? You are nothing but a delusional bitch who needs to be asleep forever with the rest of your victims who got killed in the holocaust. You disgrace me… I feel alienated being your daughter." Elisabeth yelled at the queen.

I see a figure float down before they stand before me. I bow my head almost instantly as I realise that I am in the presence of the Moon Goddess herself. "Rise my child." She says, her voice silky smooth. I do so immediately and I am entranced by her flawless beauty. Her stark white hair is in big curls and her gown is gorgeous. I can't even discribe it other then the fact that it closely resembles Elsa from Frozen's gown. This is unbelievable. "Believe it, darling." She says smiling at me. "You are here because you are to be the Queen of the Shifters. You are willing though you have doubts. Why is that?" She asks and I know she already knows the answer.

The press erupted into a flurry of whispers, but the king raised a hand, commanding silence. “The woman who stands before you, my queen, has betrayed not only me but this entire nation. The evidence presented by my most trusted advisors, verified by independent investigative bodies, has uncovered a dark web of lies and crimes.” A large screen behind him flickered to life. Journalists leaned forward, cameras zooming in. A slide appeared, financial records, leaked transactions under Queen Gwen’s aliases, linking her to Zianara’s network of child trafficking. Then, images: underground facilities, testimonies from rescued victims, the receipts of bribes paid to silence those who knew too much.

I put down my ponytail hair and continued, “Hmmm, maybe you are right, I was a little bit influenced by Bryan, you know, I finished all the books he brought to me, those great myths, wolf history, poems, Oh! And a few romance novels. “ ”Stop your great speech and go to the shower.” Levi walked toward the door, and I hurried to follow. “Come on, Levi, it is not wrong with books. You are a knight for me, aren’t you? Besides, Mother won’t choose me for the next queen, right?” I spoke casually, but he suddenly stopped and turned to ask me, “How did you know?” His tone was a bit strict. “Everyone knows, Kate almost done all the paperwork for Mother these three months. She already took the respon

Wow, just wow. The grandeur of the royal palace looms in the background, a stark contrast to the tumultuous emotions swirling within the walls. The opulence is merely a façade, concealing a family saga of betrayal, secrets, and heartbreak. This family cannot get any more complicated, a racist, cheating father, a victim of abuse mother, a so-called womanising son, and a pretty much non-existent younger brother. The air is thick with tension, and the weight of the revelations hangs heavily in the opulent chambers.

I listened in on the whole conversation. The great Miliani Hwang is just a broken girl under that tuff exterior. I've seen my men shudder at her name. I've seen my victims kill themselves trying to escape her wrath. She is ruthless but yet still so innocent, having never taken a life with her own hands.

But he had also taken money from the Lorenzis. Fed them movements. Timelines. Access codes. He’d told himself it was survival. Amara called it betrayal. They were in the old vineyard outside Palermo. The air thick with dusk. Cicadas screaming. A small circle had gathered — Amara’s lieutenants, her generals, Cassian, Luca. And at the center: the Queen. Dressed in black. No crown. No veil. Just eyes like sharpened obsidian and a heart carved colder than stone.

Her longing for Queen Sarah was so deep. In annoyance, she brought the black mark on her hand closer. “Come on! Show up! Come on!” Queenie stomped the black mark on her hand desperately. But nothing happened. Queen Sarah’s shadows were just like a recording for one viewing. Queenie was sad. But she tried to toughen up and replay Everything she heard from Queen Sarah, her mother. A secret and a requirement to become the Queen of Bright River? What did her mother mean? Slowly, Queenie opened the red box in front of her. Inside the box, there was a book that was just a little thick. The book was the size of Queenie’s palm. She took the book and started opening the first sheet.

“Dante, we built this empire with blood. And now someone wants to take it from us. If I have to become something darker than I’ve ever been to keep it… then so be it.” Dante stepped toward her, his hand cupping her face, forcing her to soften. “But at what cost, Amara? At what cost to us?” For a heartbeat, her mask cracked. She leaned into his touch, her eyes closing briefly. “At any cost,” she whispered. --- The Queen’s Gambit Weeks passed. Amara’s traps began to tighten. One by one, The Widow’s spies were revealed, some caught, some killed, others turned into double agents.

The heavy implication wasn’t lost on me, especially when she called me ‘Queen’, saying she’s here for when I’m ready to open up about everything before retiring for the night. I was left with my jaw on the ground, but I shook myself out of it and scoffed, mumbling that’s never going to happen because I’m sick of talking about my abuse thanks to those meetings. Never fucking helped me, so what’s the point? Plus, this Queen shit is getting real old. Another thing that’s never going to happen. I see she’s just as delusional as the others, but at least she’s nice and kind enough to let us stay here. Plus, I could learn a little more about my mother before it’s my time to physically meet her when