The Queen Who Fights Back Novels & Stories

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.

"She did not even retaliate for that - despite always having proof against you. You tried to hurt her daughter - an innocent 6-year-old. And she still did not do anything. Her retaliations were more like small pranks before. She only truly retaliated when you tried to harm Mr. Jacobsen and her old gardener.” “Vivian, take a good look at yourself in the mirror and see whether those acts were worthy of you. You were the heiress of Stone Group, well-educated, well-established, and accomplished. Do those cheap and dirty methods resonate with you? Did you let your jealousy and ego eat away everything good and noble about you?” “No! Please! No!” Vivian threw the plates, unable to hear him.

I said, and she attacked me again, which I immediately countered. I noticed that the number of enemies seemed to increase while the two of us were fighting and that I, Aunt Pneona, and Mario were the only ones fighting, as well as Mario’s companions. I know we can’t handle them, and to be honest, I'm irritated that we now have more enemies than ever. Lilibeth countered me, making me weak, and to make matters worse, I fell and couldn’t stand as a result. “Know what you are fighting against, and you must kneel before me because I am the queen and no one else,” she said, and I became even more agitated and screamed in pain.

We’d survive, build a life far from Kael Ashborne’s reach. The Luna in the mirror stared back, and for the first time in years, she seemed ready to fight. The baby deserved a mother who survived, not succumbed. And if Kael thought he could destroy me, he was gravely mistaken. I smoothed the teal gown, lifted my chin, and prepared for the performance of my life. Tonight, everything would change. Tonight, I would reclaim my power and my child’s future.

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?”

If she can’t be her ally, she won’t be her enemy, at least until she figures her out. “I will be there,” she says to the servant and dismisses her. One of the servants serving the Queen Mother announces Yuelan’s arrival to the woman sitting majestically behind the curtain, dressed in her royal attire. Yuelan offers her greeting and waits for the Queen Mother to tell her to get up, but the woman takes her sweet time as if she is trying to prove something to the young Queen. A message Yuelan receives well. The older woman is showing her who has the power, and Yuelan, magnanimous, accords her the win.

“I.. She looks over my shoulder to Alpha Liam and Luna Maddison. “My apologies, but I’ve been informed that dark faes has decided to join forces with your enemy, and that brings me into a position where I must act. I am their Queen, and I have ordered them to stand down, but they have declared war on me instead, and sources say they are already at your pack. I’m so sorry!” I look over my shoulder, they nod and I step aside. The Queen and her maiden, who I realize is bruised and roughed up, enters. “They tried to ambush me. My people. Anilope was the only one who fought on my side and defended me.” The woman blush at the mention. “Give us a second, Balder. We’re just going to settle her majes

None of them could make Mabel's evidence disappear. None of them could save me from what was coming. My empire, built over forty years, was about to crumble. Because one woman from Queens refused to stay buried. Because Mabel had fought back. Harder than I'd expected. Smarter than I'd anticipated. Braver than I'd thought possible. And now she was winning. I stood, straightening my jacket. Fixing my hair in the reflection of the window. I wouldn't go down without a fight. I still had resources. Money. Connections.

she added, and now I am more than confused. Since I have been alive, all the nobles only teach their daughters to be pretty and very good wife material, but now, did I just hear that the queen can fight? It is crazy. I thought teaching daughters how to fight was crazy, and ladies handling weapons are called rogues, so what is this that I am hearing? She is like a warrior; not only does she handle her weapons, but she is as good as the warriors! “What!!” I exclaimed, and she laughed at me.

Tessy listened without interruption, though I could feel her stiffen with each sentence. When I finished, she exhaled slowly, the sound thick with anger. “I knew she wouldn’t stay quiet,” Tessy muttered. “That woman thrives on shadows. She can’t stand anyone else being in the light.” I bit my lip. “What if she convinces them? What if the council listens? I’ve only just begun to…” My voice cracked, and I shook my head. “I don’t know if I’m strong enough for another fight, Tessy. Not after everything.”