The Queen's Realm Novels & Stories

"Here, Aunt Feifei is on the phone. Say hi to your Aunt Feifei!" Jingfei heard Lihua saying and a tiny voice greeted her ear, "Pwetty Queen, hewow!" (Pretty Queen, hello!) Jingfei almost let out a squeak as soon as she heard Lihua's third child talk, "Hello my prince! How are you? Pretty Queen misses you so much." "Pwinth ith fwine! Pwinth mwith pyetty queen. Pwudying Mwimwi." (Prince is fine! Prince misses pretty queen. Pudding Mommy.)

I'm starting a new novel! I'm so excited to share with you guys the other novel I've been plotting lately. Queen Of Ace What is this novel all about? =If you haven't read my first novel, His Fragile Flame, I uploaded in this app, this is only "a part" of it but can be read as "stand-alone". This story was written in different character's perspective and her back story before His Fragile Flame. You don't have to read the first book to understand this novel, and I think it's better if you read this before that because HFF has spoilers.

Surprised by my mother's statement, I turned to face her, confusion evident in my eyes. "Rachel?" I repeated, my voice laced with uncertainty. "But mother, I thought we agreed that it was best for Naomi and me to part ways." The Queen's expression softened, her eyes filled with a mix of understanding and determination. "Rueben, I understand your reasoning, and I respect your desire to do what is best for both yourself and Naomi. But we must also consider the implications of breaking the promise made by our forefathers. The council members and the people of our kingdom hold great importance to tradition and stability. By choosing Rachel as your queen, we can maintain that sense of continuity

"No, we don't have that ability. Only the original can do that. She's the beginning of our kind anyway. They call her the Phantom Queen and she is eternal, at least that's what they say. She can manifest her essence in her chosen descendant throughout the centuries hence why they call her the Phantom——something that cannot be seen but she still remains in this world." "So she still exists up to this day? Where is she now?" I sighed, scooting closer and cuddled her on my side. "Nowhere. She'd been long gone since the War of the Triad began eight hundred years ago. Let's say we are indeed a 'cult'. And we were united before under the Phantom Queen Silva who was chosen by the Essence of the Ori

I corrected him, and he laughed. "From today until my last breath for me, you are my Queen," he said, looking at me and promising me with his eyes. "But you will always be my Beast," I promised.

The male on the left says, "We have appointed Seraph Warrior Gideon as Skylar Bennett's protector. Seraph Warrior Dominic, please inform and advise him of everything that is required." "It will be my pleasure," Dominic says as he bows his head again. "Excellent," the female says, then whispers something to the other Council members. She nods to me next. "Queen Katherine Elizabeth." Her face is shadowed by the hood of her cloak but I can tell she wants my full attention. "Every decision you make within the Realm must be accompanied with pure intent. The responsibilities you now have as our Queen depend on your wise and thoughtful judgment." I nod, swallowing so hard I'm pretty sure everyone h

My lungs were screaming. “Listen, if you’re going to be my mate, you’re going to have to talk to me. Unless you’re mute. A mute queen would pose an interesting challenge.” I’m not mute, I’m dying! “Honestly, this is ridiculous. How about your name? I’ll start. I’m Trick, Vampire King. And you are? Listen, I need to know what to call my queen.” Queen? It was the last word I heard before I lost consciousness.

As long as their little princess was happy, what was there to object to? The days ahead were still long.

Against all odds. But holding is not the same as winning. And eventually, they could not hold anymore. I turned the page. And found a portrait. Just a sketch, really. Pen and ink. Faded with age. A woman. She was not young in the portrait, but she was not old either. She was somewhere in between, in that particular place where a person stops looking like what they were and starts looking like what they are. Her hair was loose. Her expression was not afraid. Mira. Last Queen of the Witch Covens. Keeper of the High Flame. Killed in the forty-third year of the Crimson War by Aldric the Elder, great-great-grandfather of the current Alpha King.

“It is with heavy hearts that we find ourselves gathered under these circumstances. As all of you know, as all of you have heard — tragedy has befallen the Realm. The King is no more.” “He is not dead.” The words almost came out but I caught them just in time, swallowed them back, kept my face neutral. “And because the throne cannot remain empty, we are gathered here today to crown Amber Crystabel Moon, daughter of Roland and Isabel Moon, heir to the throne, as Queen of the Realm.” My eyes were still scanning and the panic was rising even more with Roxanne’s coldness bleeding through the inside of my head. No Timothy. Witches were not allowed. No Jameson. Omegas were not allowed either and I