The Queen They Buried Novels & Stories

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

​The woman whispered into the quiet air: "That's where they buried the First Queen." ​Cael tilted his head back, staring up into the blinding light. "And what's buried with her?" ​The woman looked directly into Lyra's eyes. "The part of you that never came back." ​With a final, desperate snap, the fifth Crown piece broke free of the air and slammed directly into Lyra's palm. ​It melted into her skin like hot wax. ​A white-hot spike of agony lanced up her arm, burning straight through to her chest.

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.”

"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...."

The heavy implication wasn’t lost on me, especially when she called me ‘Queen’, saying she’s here for when I’m ready to open up about everything before retiring for the night. I was left with my jaw on the ground, but I shook myself out of it and scoffed, mumbling that’s never going to happen because I’m sick of talking about my abuse thanks to those meetings. Never fucking helped me, so what’s the point? Plus, this Queen shit is getting real old. Another thing that’s never going to happen. I see she’s just as delusional as the others, but at least she’s nice and kind enough to let us stay here. Plus, I could learn a little more about my mother before it’s my time to physically meet her when

“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

Her body remained where it had fallen, heavy and unresponsive, cheek pressed into damp soil that smelled of iron and rot. A shape passed through the blur of her vision. Then another. Dark against darker. One of them stopped a few feet from her. She could feel it—not through touch, but through presence. Solid. Still. Watching. A voice broke the quiet. Low. Even. “…that’s fresh.” Another voice answered, slightly sharper, but just as controlled. “Not long. An hour, maybe less.” “Less,” a third said. “Blood’s still warm.” Louise’s breath stuttered again, a faint, broken sound that scraped past her lips. It wasn’t loud—but it was enough.