The Queen's Realm Novels & Stories

But there were so many things to consider so, as much as I wanted to give in, I stepped back a let the cold draft snap me back to reality. Disappointment flickered in his gaze before burning out like the last remaining embers of a flame. I wanted to apologize but that seemed like a foolish thing to do. "When you're Queen," he began in a voice so firm, it sounded as if he believed every word that left his blush pink lips, "you'll rule fairly. You'll protect your people. You've already proven what lengths you can go to to make sure your people live the lives they deserve." "That is if they accept me as Queen," I muttered under my breath.

And the true mate bond called to her like a siren. Lila watched her from across the hall during the feast, suspicion clear in her eyes. Kael drank heavily, his gaze dark. The game was reaching its boiling point. Elara raised her goblet in a silent toast to the shadows. The queen was coming for her crown , and she would drown her enemies in blood and ecstasy.

The doors swung open of their own accord, revealing the vast throne room beyond, where columns of polished marble rose to a ceiling painted with scenes of the gods’ greatest triumphs. At the far end of the room, Zeus sat upon his throne of oak and bronze, his form larger than life even for a god, his eyes flashing with the same light as lightning in storm clouds. Around him stood other members of the pantheon – Athena in her armor of polished silver, Hephaestus leaning on his hammer despite his lameness, Aphrodite draped in fabrics that shimmered like water, Ares looking bored and restless as always. Behind them, lesser gods and nymphs stood in respectful silence, their eyes fixed on the kin

“You just dismissed the most feared man in the Allied Kingdom without so much as blinking.” “He’s my grandfather,” I reply tightly. “Anyway, he’s done. He’s retired.” “He’s still King of the Roguelands seeing as no one has been chosen for that title–” “It is no longer a title. I am Queen of Eastonia, which includes the Roguelands.” I click my pen and scribble a few notes about my meetings this afternoon, ignoring the pang of discomfort in my stomach that woke me up this morning and hasn’t stopped since. “This is what they wanted, Blake. Otherwise I’d still be preparing to be queen, and they’d be ruling.”

Mateo growled the word out, and the Queen narrowed her eyes at him. “Do not growl at me,” she didn’t shout or scream, but her voice was majestic all the same. I could see the flicker of her dragon... beneath the calm exterior. “I have to do what is best for you. The realm will try so hard to strip you of your title, your birthright, you blood right, if they know...” Mateo sighed, wiping a hand across his face. He looked tired, and there were dark circles around his eyes. He must not have slept last night.

I close my eyes, fighting an inner battle with myself before finally releasing a breath through my mouth and standing up straight. I looked at the man on the floor and was about to walk away when hushed voices reached my ears. I froze as I slowly turned, listening to what they were saying. ….“If he doesn't crown her as his Queen it would automatically disqualify him as being crowned King of the four realms.” An oddly familiar voice said and my brows furrowed. The four realms? That was the realm of werewolves, witches, faes and I think shapeshifters. I don't know if I was right but I think that was the four realms we had. And from what I know they're actually not at peace.

But over the years, all those chains have been severed, and things seem to be getting worse day after day. Suddenly, a kingdom would just be eradicated from existence, with only ruins of their buildings left behind, while all the people would be taken away. By who? That’s not something most people know. And of course, the Queen—who is the ruler of the Orrathium Kingdom, at least allegedly, since her husband was the king and there has yet to be a new king selected—couldn’t do much about these things on her own, as she still had to look over her people.

The portal snapped shut behind her like the final page of a holy book. A tremor ran through the chamber. Silence clung to the air. The Originals didn’t move. Not a breath. Not a twitch. Because they all knew something had changed. The Queen was not just angry. She was preparing. And next time… she wouldn’t leave so mercifully. --- [ The war for the Realm has just begun.]

Lillian asked looking at Willy with nervousness and uncertainty written all over her face. . . . . . The Succubus was the queen of her realm, she had under her, every form and manner of minions under her service. The service they do for her, they would’ve gladly done it for free because the Realm exists for only as long as there is a queen on the realm’s throne. The realm draws power and life from its queen’s life force and existence. The queen sat on the levitated throne:

" He asked, frowning. He remembered Titan mentioning the Gloom. It felt curious to read Radiance and Gloom about an entirely different group. It's getting harder to tolerate Jerell's radiance. Every time he asks a question, Jerell grows brighter. "They do," Jerell nodded. "Only the Queen can have complete control over both. It was said that Queen Valentine, first Queen of Dimensia was the granddaughter of one of the Princesses of the Lower Realm---" "W-what do you… there are genuine Princesses of the Lower Realm?!" Dylan asked, aghast. But that's the title of my novel! "How you ended up with the same title is beyond my understanding," said Jerell. "It merely signifies that coincidences happe