The Queen Who Fight Back Novels & Stories

She throws a punch at mother putting all the force and strength behind it. Mother dodges the blow and easily tackles her down by sweeping her feet. The Queen hisses as she lands on the ground with a thud. Mother puts her foot on her back, pushing the Queen into the sand and restraining her from getting back to her feet. The woman sure got a lot of strength in that lean and curvy body. The Queen struggles for several seconds to move the foot of her back and get up but she fails. She curses loudly as she finally gives up and taps.

She scowled, revealing herself from behind the wall. "You're too weak to fight." The queen chuckled darkly. "From now on, I control you. So don't ever tell me what I can and cannot do." The queen snarled. "I'm definitely going to put you in your place." She raised her staff, and it attracted lightning. She positioned it at Emily and shot at her. Emily chuckled as the blast energized her rather than affected her. "My powers can't hurt me." Emily shot out her phoenix wings and flew to the queen, abruptly yanking the staff from her possession. "I'm sick of you making me inferior. Now leave my city and never come back, or else, of course, you want a taste of my wrath."

This time, she's not sneering; she looks pretty serious. But instead of being scared, I make a funny face and get ready for a fight. "Let's do it, chick!" As my red eyes light up, I challenge her. My fight with the Queen started. Her claws were as sharp as mine, she was as fast as me, and she was as strong as me. It was the first time I fought someone who could keep up with my attacks, but I didn't feel scared or worried. Instead, I was excited. "Got you!" When I touched the Queen's wrist, I said yes.

“And what does that make you, Your Majesty? If the throne no longer holds power, are you still our queen?” Lillian’s jaw tightened. She had spent so long fighting to survive, fighting to break free from the throne’s grip. But she had never stopped to ask herself—who am I without it? The answer came as a whisper of certainty. “I am still your queen,” she said firmly. “Not because of a throne. Not because of an ancient prophecy. But because I have fought for this kingdom. And I will continue to fight for it.” Silence stretched over the court. And then—one by one—they knelt.

Standing in my flip-flops wearing a big shirt with male boxers, my hair a messy ponytail and my body bruised and healing, I really felt loved and worthy when I look around seeing almost a hundred men kneeling at my feet. I'm not just anybody. I'm Arianna Romano, goddess of death. The huntress. The Queen.

Without a second thought, I lash out, my fist connecting with his jaw in a vicious blow. The impact reverberates through the room, but before I can revel in my retaliation, Ashby strikes back, his own fist connecting with a force that sends me reeling backward. I stumble, the taste of blood filling my mouth, but I refuse to stay down. With a surge of adrenaline, I push myself to my feet, ready to continue the fight. But before I can launch another attack, Archie intervenes, his voice cutting through the chaos like a beacon of reason in the storm. His words are a harsh reminder of the consequences of our actions, a stark warning against the path of violence and destruction we tread.

Her emerald eyes were steady, sharp,the eyes of someone who could kill a man in a blink but was now trying so hard to keep me sane. “You’re not losing,” she said. “You’re adapting. That’s what designers do. That’s what warriors do. And you’re both.” I blinked. “…That was oddly inspirational.” “I’ve been reading quotes,” she said, deadpan. “Now come on.” We entered the twentieth shop. Nothing. The twenty-first,still nothing! By the time we stepped out of the twenty-fifth store—yes, twenty-fifth,I was dragging my feet like a corpse. Guila exhaled sharply. “This is ridiculous. The entire country suddenly united against one fabric?”

Asher had difficulty forming the words he wanted to say as anger, disappointment, fear, disbelief, helplessness battled all at once! "Eric is one of us now, and I want you all to treat him with respect. Do I make myself clear?" ". . ." ". . ." "Yes," Asher said after a long silence. "Your wish . . . is my command . . ." D shivered upon hearing Asher's grudgingly gritting voice. It was ear piercing, spine cringing than the ones made by claws scratching against metal plates. He eyed the gorgeous lady beside him. This was the first time that their Queen defended someone to this extreme.

She didn’t look like a woman whose kingdom was starving. She looked like a woman prepared to win. The moment she reached me, the press nearest the courtyard erupted into a frenzy, cameras swinging, microphones lifting, people craning to capture the confrontation. My security shifted, uncertain whether to block her. Blocking the Queen would become a scandal by itself. She didn’t wait for permission. She stepped close enough that only I could hear her clearly over the noise, her voice low, sharp, and furious. “How dare you,” she hissed. “How dare you stand there and defend Cassandra and Arden in front of the whole country like a fool?”

So took the path of darkness to gain more power, to gain Zenobia. I don’t know what exactly transpired during my absence till this date but after I came back from my mission I heard that one day the queen came back to the kingdom with Richard’s dead body in her hands. No one knew what had happened. The queen said nothing and the people of Alynthia, in their grief and rage, turned on her. They blamed her. And the alliance between their kingdoms shattered like glass underfoot. But Zenobia didn’t care about politics anymore. She had only one goal, to find out who had taken her Richard from her.