Novel & Cerita The Queen They Buried

The sound spread through the buried city like wind moving through dry leaves. “He crossed the lower gates.” “The wolf returns.” “He remembers her.” I frowned immediately. “What do they mean he remembers me?” The First Queen ignored the question completely and looked toward the city instead. I followed her gaze and my stomach tightened instantly. Blackridge wolves were pouring into the buried kingdom through the shattered entrance tunnels above. They spread through the ruins carefully at first before everything went wrong almost immediately. The dead attacked in waves.

The sound of mournful dirges filled the air, as the kingdom paid their final respects to their departed queen. At the burial site, a beautiful marble mausoleum stood tall, ready to embrace the queen's eternal rest. The sun cast a soft, melancholic glow upon the gathering as the casket was lowered into the ground. King Alaric, his voice trembling with sorrow, spoke heartfelt words of farewell, his voice cracking with the weight of his emotions.

They look at each other and I furrow my brows. "You're sure he won't banish us or some shit if he finds you here?" Berry asks and I look at him. "No. No he won't because then I sure as hell am not going back to him." I tell them before laying back. "Okay." "That's crazy man. You are the next Queen." Berry says and I can tell that he is baked. "Ehh." We just chill from there on. Berry had rolled more joints and by now, we've probably smoked 15 of them.

Elias, still by the door, quietly set the empty violin case at his side and resumed his watch over the chapel entrance, eyes on the snow. Aurora looked at the decoded page, then at her sister. "So where do we start?" Elara turned to the final line, the one Vivienne hadn't read yet, the one that had only just finished resolving itself in careful, deliberate ink. She read it once to herself before she could bring herself to say it aloud. "St. Bartholomew Cemetery. London." Below it, a single sentence, written in Jonathan's unmistakable hand. "The first key has been buried beneath the only grave that has never held a body."

We all knew how stubborn he was. "Go ahead with it then" The Queen said sinking on the bed besides the corpse. She placed her hands on her head and appeared to be silently mourning. I didn't want to say anything so as not to trigger her. She didn't like me that much in the first place. "We'll need to discuss the burial arrangements now. He was a great King and deserves all the best we can afford, " Magnus said breaking the silence. "What is she still doing here, a werewolf shouldn't be here to hear the burial arrangements of a Lycan King" The Queen suddenly said, raising her head as she pointed at me.

Zita bit her thumbnail and turned back her gaze back to the Kingdom. She heard the Queen breathed deeply before speaking, “I thought you would be happy.” “Mom, I am, I sincerely thank you for your effort. But you know since dad is gone…” Zita sobbed more loudly than the first time. “I understand, my dear,” The Queen pulled Zita to herself. “Take your time and mourn him, and we would conduct the funeral in a week’s time.” Queen Isabel said and planted a kiss on the blonde hair. Zita watched her walk away, but not seeing from the blurred vision. She wiped her eyes and turned back to the city. The people had dispatched now, and the cobber stones and the brown sands could be seen from the last l

Her black hair spilled over the armrest like ink. Her silver eyes met Lyra’s. “You wear my blood.” Lyra stood barefoot on cold bone. “What are you?” The queen smiled sadly. “History rewritten by frightened men.” “Were you trying to destroy the world?” “No.” The answer came sharp. Immediate. “No. I was trying to bury the men who butchered mine.” The throne room darkened. Visions bled across the walls around them. Ancient kings kneeling before the queen. Then betraying her. Chains.

With recognition. "You’re mistaken," Kane said, forcing his voice to stay steady. "She’s gone. I watched her—she gave everything. She’s not coming back." The Watcher closest to him stepped forward. His voice was older than time, but clear. “Her body is gone. Her name was buried. But the Moonborn Queen is not lost.” Kane took a shaky step back. “What do you mean?” “You carry her memory,” the Watcher said. “But we carry her echo.”

Queen Shekinah would if Samu gave her the chance, but Samu was determined to stand by her mother no matter what. On that note, I started to wonder if she was leading me to my death, what if her mother was waiting for us at the graveyard, and I was walking straight into a trap? I looked at her as we walked side by side. She looked as if she were stuck in space. Something occurred to me, she had no relatives buried in this cemetery. For centuries now, royal family members were buried in a secret place somewhere while they had fake empty graves with the rest of the kingdom.

“I just—gods, I wish Alpha Theron had a daughter to pawn off. Then I wouldn’t be the one stuck in this mess.” Ethan glances up, his gaze unreadable. “Everyone knows why he doesn’t.” I regret the words instantly. But I don’t take them back. The room falls quiet again, the weight of unspoken truths hanging in the air like fog. It’s common knowledge—at least in whispers and rumors. Alpha Theron’s firstborn, a daughter, died in a tragic accident years ago, and the secondborn, a son… survived, but not whole. Crippled. Kept out of sight, like a secret shame the Alpha can’t bear to face. After that, Luna was never able to conceive again. The legacy of his bloodline fractured, buried beneath silence