The Queen They Buried Novels & Stories

“That’s how long it took for the world to tell me you were dead.” I watch the corner of her mouth tighten, her chin lift in defiance. She doesn’t move toward me. Not yet. “And you believed them?” I ask. Her gaze flickers — hurt, fury, disbelief, all buried beneath the steel of a queen. “I buried you, Luca. I lit a candle for your soul and burned every man who said your name after.” My chest tightens, but I swallow it down. Emotion is weakness in our world. “You shouldn’t have buried me, amore. You should’ve waited.”

Andrew asked in confusion, as he saw Arianna on the hunt and wasn't following the previous plan. "Amara is alive," His eyes widened and she saw the pain in his eyes as he walked toward her, coming to stand beside her before she finished, "She killed Sargent and resurrected an army of undead." His eyes widened further and he breathed out, "I-I didn't know." He glanced at her, before he asked, "What can I do?" Before Arianna could say anything, Merlin's voice interjected as he swiftly moved from tree lines to the place where Arianna stood and stated, "You can kneel before the heir to the throne and swear fealty to your future queen."

Queen was so sad and embarrassed to hear that she was just a child who was the result of a rape and who was lucky to be raised by the Lerina family, who turned out to be her own biological mother's cousin. "C-can grandma hug you?" Barbara dared to ask; she had wanted to hug Queen, who looked clean and well-groomed, far away from her, looking shabby and dirty. Queen approached the woman, who turned out to be her grandmother; she hugged her. After that, they went to Selena's grave at the request of the Queen. It's quite a long way for them to return to town, and Queen borrows money from Rea. "I'll borrow your money," said Queen, who deliberately whispered so that Barbara, sitting beside the dr

but the Queen was desperate, to end the war in a canter attack, so she convinced thousands of the country skillful soldiers, and they attacked that very night. The festival continued, like there was no war, and as they were there thousands of armies were closing up on the Kingdom, but there was an ambush, the two thousand thieves killed them instantly, and went back to the hiding. Waiting for another attack, the news of this reached the kind and he was so bittered that the Queen had wasted lives for a battle that was not well planned. King summoned the Queen and when they got to her, she was bittered and very sad, she knew she had waisted life's because of her disobedience, she had covered h

"Do you know who Marcus is? He's the youngest Underboss in Castillo family history! You, an adopted daughter from the Vincent family, what right do you have to refuse him?" "Right?" While she was speaking, I had already taken off the gown I'd just put on. "Victoria, tell Marcus that while the Vincent family may not be as established as the Castillos, we are not to be trampled on." Seeing my actions, Victoria frowned. "Where do you think you're going? The wedding is about to start!" I scoffed. "At this point, what's the point of getting married?" I turned, picked up my clutch, and walked toward the door.

I couldn’t believe that Dean could do this to me. Dean was someone I really trusted. He was someone I completely gave my heart to. He’s loving, very generous and overall the most perfect boyfriend ever. I couldn’t believe that this could happen. Never in my wildest dream. We had literally won the prom king and queen title of the year a few months ago, we were literally everyone’s ideal couple. And, we were very happy together. At least, that’s what I used to think. “What’s so new about that?” He asked, shrugging and taking a long swig of his drink

"I know you'll make a great king, Henry, but behind every great king is an even greater queen." I sighed, the expectations of royal lineage pressing upon me. "I know, Dad, and Mum was a great queen. She still is, and I want to marry a woman just like her." "I'm glad." As he walked toward me, the familial bond between us echoed through the room. I stood up, and we shared a hug, the regal ambiance providing a backdrop to the intimate moment. Walking him to the door, I opened it for him, watching as he made his way back to his Rolls Royce, which awaited him in the yard.

“We may have put together that part, we think it is related to the exchange of power and Quai and Ryn’s new initiatives they are putting into effect.” “Ah, an oldie but a goodie.” The Queen says with a nod. Apparently that was a common thing. “With that in mind then, I think we can narrow our list down from anyone that would be an obvious supporter of the new generation’s changes.” Olina says as she takes one group of papers stapled together and throws it down onto the floor in the middle of us. The Queen and Lana search through their stacks and do the same. “Alright, next marker for us to weed out?” Lana asks Quai.

Evan says, echoing his mates' words and making Jess laugh. "We definitely need to plan an epic way to announce the rebirth of the Queen," Jess says, making Odett giggle again. "Okay, y'all are being dramatic," I say as I roll my eyes at them. "No, ma'am! You aren't being dramatic enough." Evan says, letting out a laugh at my denial. "This is a big deal. Right now, everyone is mourning the loss of their Queen. Do you understand how big of a celebration it will be when they realize you are still alive?"

Third Person's POV Harper had her butler pick out a brand-new gown for Queenie's cold body. She even went to the shop where Queenie used to sell her work and bought two of the protective rune necklaces Queenie had made herself. "She'll be happy to see the Moon Goddess wearing her own creations," Harper said softly. The death of a rejected female was like a pebble tossed into a deep lake—a tiny ripple, and then the city moved on and forgot. Only the local pups started singing a nursery rhyme about how the Independent Center stepped up to bury Queenie, mocking her mate and her brother in the lyrics.