The Queen They Buried Novels & Stories

"How dare you Adrian. How dare you bring some street girl in here and dress her up like my daughter?" "I did what's necessary." Adrian's voice softened a bit. "Necessary." The queen's laugh was broken, humourless. "Necessary was to bury Aurelia properly. Necessary was letting me mourn her instead of hiding her death like a stain on the carpet. This_" she gestured to Jade without looking at her, she couldn't bear to hold her gaze for a second at a time_" this is not necessary, this is mockery. "This is survival," Adrian said, his voice hardening. "If the kingdom learns she is gon...."

She didn’t speak, just nodded, her tears continuing to fall silently. Darla joined me, and together, we guided Queen Sophia and Emilia downstairs, where the burial was about to take place. The palace courtyard was filled with the people of Darkmoon, all dressed in black, their faces solemn as they gathered around the newly dug graves. Logan, my brother, and David, buried side by side next to Alpha Asher, their final resting place as warriors of the kingdom. I was pretty sure if I had told Logan he would someday be buried beside two kings, he wouldn’t have believed me. Yet, there he was, right after two alpha kings who had served well. I was pretty sure he would be proud. I knew I was.

The old Don was killed in an ambush by a rival crew. At the mass, Vito, the new Don, stood at the very front of the church. I'd rushed back from a job and barely made it. There were only two spots left in the church. One was right next to the new Don. The seat for his wife. The other was at the very end of the guest line. I figured, without even thinking about it, that the spot beside him was mine. So I walked straight toward Vito. But he looked right past me. "Sofia." He lifted his chin, just slightly. "Come up." Around me, the family elders and the heads of the different crews started whispering. "The next Don's wife is a beautiful woman." "Look at those two. They just fit." Vito took the

“I have no reason to lie to you. Feel free to check for yourself. But don’t be too surprised when you find out what a wonder woman you abandoned.” After he finished speaking, Milo called the maintenance guy to fix my grave. Lucian left in a hurry, Selene trailing behind him. Milo turned to my tomb with a quiet whisper before he left. “You won’t blame me for telling him the truth, will you?” I couldn’t bring myself to blame him. In fact, I owed him a thank you. "Mr. Carrington, the things you asked me to investigate... I found a lot of photos." As Milo stepped out of his car, his assistant approached and whispered in his ear.

Darla joined me, and together, we guided Queen Sophia and Emilia downstairs, where the burial was about to take place. The palace courtyard was filled with the people of Darkmoon, all dressed in black, their faces solemn as they gathered around the newly dug graves. Logan, my brother, and David, buried side by side next to Alpha Asher, their final resting place as warriors of the kingdom. I was pretty sure if I had told Logan he would someday be buried beside two kings, he wouldn’t have believed me. Yet, there he was, right after two alpha kings who had served well. I was pretty sure he would be proud. I knew I was.

My girlfriend was a chess prodigy while I had trouble playing checkers, but she always let me win. When others questioned if I deserved her, she would tell them with unshakeable conviction, "I'd rather lose everything than lose him." Later on, she joined the national team while I stayed in a local college. Despite being apart for four years, we were always on video calls, and I'd travel over to visit whenever I had a break, even if it meant watching her from a distance through the training camp fences. We never thought we'd drift apart until one competition, where she blundered across seven rounds because she was playing a certain handsome youth. I knew right then that it was over betwe

There is no alternative. I shook my head and my discomfort pricked me. I cannot... somebody who puts his life in danger of mine? I... I don't even know them. I can't ask that of anyone." “You do not have a choice,” Rowan said. “It is not a question of asking; it is a matter of survival. You are queen now, Auri. You must act accordingly." I heaved a sigh and leaned against the bed in an attempt to wrap my head around it. "When will I meet this knight?"

"Thank you." Then she stepped in and hugged him. Luca went still. First time she'd ever hugged him. Then slowly, he wrapped his arms around her. She buried her face in his chest, soaking in the warmth. For the first time in a long time, her heart started to let go. Maybe—just maybe—this was someone she could trust. Someone who'd never let her fall. *** Meanwhile, deep under the Quaranta estate. Gina lay curled on the stone floor, shaking.

The world hadn’t stopped moving, but it felt like mine had. There were people. Too many. Faces blurred behind veils of tears. Soft murmurs, the rustling of fabric, the shuffles of shoes across stone. But none of it mattered. None of them mattered. They had come to mourn a queen. I had come to bury a part of myself.

The Underworld pulsed with a unique rhythm, one that spoke of both eternal endings and quiet beginnings. It was a place where beauty and terror wove together seamlessly, and as Penelope stood on the polished obsidian dais outside the grand throne room, she felt both. The dress she wore was a masterpiece of deep emerald silk and black lace, flowing like water over her figure. The intricate embroidery of vines and blossoms glittered faintly in the dim torchlight. Demeter had dressed her with care, every detail meant to sell the illusion that she was Persephone.