The Queen Who Fights Back Novels & Stories

Against all odds. But holding is not the same as winning. And eventually, they could not hold anymore. I turned the page. And found a portrait. Just a sketch, really. Pen and ink. Faded with age. A woman. She was not young in the portrait, but she was not old either. She was somewhere in between, in that particular place where a person stops looking like what they were and starts looking like what they are. Her hair was loose. Her expression was not afraid. Mira. Last Queen of the Witch Covens. Keeper of the High Flame. Killed in the forty-third year of the Crimson War by Aldric the Elder, great-great-grandfather of the current Alpha King.

"We increase security. We tighten the palace. And we keep fighting—not from fear, but from determination." The words sounded braver than I felt. But that was what it meant to be Queen, wasn't it? To stand firm even when the ground was shaking beneath your feet. The Unbroken Queen had survived her first assassination attempt. But the war was far from over.

What does that even mean? She’s a Seelie Queen who rules over less than five hundred people, but she’s also a sweet woman who loves cheesecake and cracks lame jokes. There’s the tough fighter side of her, then there’s the woman who becomes putty in my hands when I kiss her. The Queen who wanted to go up against me, who planned my downfall for years. The Queen who would fight for her people, who would give up her own happiness to keep them safe… and the woman who did just that when she rejected me.

They are not cowed by her presence, but emboldened by it. Alaric and Tonya exchange a knowing glance, their defiance a slap in the face to the queen's authority. They stand united against her, ready to face whatever challenges lie ahead. And as the queen prepares to confront her adversaries, the weight of her anger hangs heavy upon her shoulders. The echoes of her war cry fade into the distance, swallowed by the vast expanse of the battlefield. The fate of the kingdom hangs in the balance, and only time will tell who will emerge victorious in this personal struggle for power.

She was playing his game and rewriting the rules. And as she looked out over the city that had now become her battleground, something seared itself into her brain: she was ready. For her father, for Carla, for anyone who thought they could cross her. Because Victoria Giupere wasn't just a survivor. She was a queen. And queens don't give up.

People like I'd been, once, in a black dress at a funeral, with a blood debt I'd never agreed to and no one in the entire world to explain my own rights to me. I'd won the fight, of course. I usually did now. That was the thing nobody warned you about loving the King of Atlanta: you had to be prepared to out-argue him roughly daily, and he liked it, the maddening man, he baited me into it on purpose because watching me win was, by his own flat admission, the second most attractive thing I did.

But then, watching the same people over and over again gets boring overtime. Diving into the book, I reopen to one of my favorite parts of the lycan battles. It is the chapter where the lycan king was brought to his knees by the queen, and makes she him beg her for his life. He wasn’t expecting her, or that she would even do something like that. It is what makes me like it more. I feel like I relate to the queen well. She has always been undermined and underrated, then she wound her full potential and—

“Before I tell you, you must know that whatever the outcome, one thing is for certain. I will go down in flames or die trying to save us. We need to take every risk necessary to reach our endgame.” “And what exactly is our end game here, Leo?” Since the moment I first saw her, I have concealed a dark secret behind the facade of trying to be her hero. The heart of the now-defiant Queen may belong to someone else... But the truth is, Zeynep Volkov belongs to me and I will reduce cities to soot and ash to claim what is rightfully mine. No matter what it takes. I'll make her mine. If I have to wait... Kill for her... Slay her dragons... I will.

You know, in most supernatural movies I have watched, the queen is usually the one to be protected by members of her clan, while the king and the rest of their men would be the ones to go to the fight. But here, all I see is a queen who's rugged and won't allow anyone to treat her as trash. She would fight right back and kick her enemies right in the balls if that's what it takes for them to know she isn't to be messed with. I find that encouraging, actually. I'm just so glad that she is well and alive. We are inside the woods and running and running. I guess it is what we would do in a few more hours.

Let's attack isochronous, your highness" I shout and while the queen is in front of the titan I'm behind him and I attack with every wave of my sword to the titan as if he won't feel anything. as if his body was made of steel. And I can see that the queen was looking too weak, and she did not look like the way she was when I first saw her. She's using only her body to fight and to avoid the enemy, she hasn't used power. I don't have a choice other than to use extra power. I put extra strength into my sword and ice as well. the queen was hit by a baton and she flew away. I jump and run to her.