The Queen They Buried Novels & Stories

"You mean Basildon, the old dragon? Well, I didn't mean to tell him about your existence. But then, he paid a huge price for it,” "Whatever!" Queen Isle mugged. Hence, a knock was heard on the door and both ladies kept their mufflers for a second. "That's Shawn, your guard," the black witch informed, her eyes gleaming as she caught the scent of the guard. "What is it, Shawn?" Queen asked from the inside. "My Queen, I seek your royal permission to bury the late luna," Shawn replied from the outside door. "No! Throw her body into the woods, I want the animals to feast on her body!" Queen Isle snapped, standing up from the bed.

When the apocalypse began, Aria believed her husband would protect her and their three-year-old son. Instead, Kael betrayed her, forcing her to leave their child behind and handing her over to the most feared man in their world: King Asher. Broken, desperate, and with nowhere else to turn, Aria thought her life was over. But the king she had been taught to fear knew something about her that she couldn’t remember. Her father had entrusted her to him before his death. He had searched for her for years, only to discover she was already married to another man. Now, with the world falling apart and the dead rising, Aria’s forgotten past is beginning to surface. When she confronts the husband w

“Here lies King Caesar and Queen Isabella.” “Here lies King Alex and Queen Olivia.” “Here lies King Louis and Queen Anna.” ........ So this is the Land of Glory where the kings and queens were buried, and also the graveyard where Catherine was mentioned just now. Each tombstone bears the shape of their wolves. I see two wolves snuggling under the name, the royal gold insignia still glittering. I would stop at each tombstone, trying to find flowers, but I found nothing but black tombstones. Here, time seems to be frozen in a state of stillness, with no one to disturb their eternal rest.

"That particular life. What grew afterward was something else entirely." I thought of my mother then, as I still did most evenings, wondering whether she could somehow see what her desperate sacrifice had ultimately made possible, not just my own survival, but genuine transformation extended across every life this remarkable journey had touched. I thought of Wren Thistlewood, whose compassionate binding magic had protected an infant long enough to become a queen. I thought of Isolde tending her garden, of Selene building something genuinely just from the wreckage of inherited conspiracy, of Cordelia's practical withdrawal that had, in its own cold way, mattered as much as any dramatic confes

A silly promise, but he’d taken it seriously. And apparently… he still wore it. My chest tightened. That scent carried memories I’d buried deep. Nights tangled together in warmth. Sunday mornings with music playing low in the background. Laughter in the kitchen. Promises whispered in the dark. God, I loved him. I had loved him so much that it almost destroyed me. And in a blink, I threw the coat across the room. It landed with a dull thud on the couch. None of that matters anymore. Love doesn’t matter.

Quietly, I stepped aside and let him have his privacy. By the time I reached my mother’s grave, my steps slowed. The flowers I brought last time were still there, wilted and brittle, pressed flat by time. Beside them lay the little vanilla-scented candle my mom used to love, now burned down to nothing. No one had replaced them. Nathan had never come. I knelt and gently brushed the dead petals aside, replacing them with fresh ones. My hands shook a little as I fixed them into place. “Sorry, Mom,” I whispered, trying to smile even as my eyes stung. “Henry didn’t come with me today…”

⸻ The corrupted creature was defeated. ⸻ But not destroyed. ⸻ The Queen looked directly at Amara. ⸻ “Because it couldn’t be killed.” ⸻ The words settled heavily between them. ⸻ “What happened to it?” ⸻ The Queen’s expression became grim. ⸻ “They buried it.” ⸻ The crystal palace trembled again. ⸻ And suddenly— Amara understood. ⸻ No. ⸻ “No.” ⸻ The Queen nodded slowly.

She was playing for the crown, the one they had buried her for. "Alaric," she whispered to the empty room. "I hope you enjoyed your peace. Because I’m coming for everything."

Just above and to the left of her collarbone, on her exposed fair skin, two marks stood out starkly—one a bruise, the other a love bite—both purple and blue. “Ah…” Oh no! Sarah panicked and looked down. The traces of their lovemaking were painfully obvious beneath her collar. If anyone noticed what had happened to her, they’d have to be a complete fool. She couldn’t explain it—and she wouldn’t. Sarah’s delicate lips parted and closed, but in the end, she clamped them shut, saying nothing. Seeing Sarah’s silence, Adrian’s eyes darkened, flashing with a dangerous glint. He stared at the two marks, as if trying to burn them away.

The castle ground became a blood puddle that night. The next morning, The Luna queen Dowager ordered for the bodies Of the servant that had littered the castle to be put together and set on fire including Luna Queen Qetiyah's body but the king refused and begged that Qetiyah get a befitting burial. "Mother, you can't do this to Qetiyah. Let's us bury her please." He begged but it was in vain as the Queen dowager talked him out of it. "If words get out about the bride dying in the Royal castle, it will become a bad omen for the royal family and evil rumors will spread amongst the villagers. No one needs to know about Qetiyah."