The Queens Restraint Novels & Stories

The pause stretched longer than necessary, and Veyra began to realize this wasn’t a normal report. Finally, the Rogue King tilted his head slightly. “And yet you still haven’t been discovered,” he said. “Interesting.” Veyra forced herself to remain calm. “I’ve been careful.” That was when the Witch Queen finally spoke, her voice colder than usual. “That is what concerns me.” Veyra frowned slightly. “My Queen?” But the Witch Queen didn’t explain. Instead, her gaze sharpened as she continued. “From this point forward, you will only report what is necessary. Nothing more.” It wasn’t a punishment. It was restriction.

ZEVA Ugh- fuck. Why does my head feel like it's been used as a tectonic plates for a very aggressive earthquake? I tried to groan but the sound died in my throat, muffled by a thick strip of tape around my mouth. What the- I tried to move but it was impossible as my wrists were pulled taut behind my back, binded, my ankles were blinded so tight the circulation were beginning to stage a protest. I tried to reach out to Lira, but it was like shouting into a void. I could feel her there, like a faint flickering ember at the back of my mind, but she was sluggish, suppressed by something that felt like heavy, leaden wool.

the elder said, lowering her hand, “results in exile.” My chest tightened. “In extreme cases,” another elder added quietly, “death.” The word settled into the stones. Derek spoke again, his voice lower now. “When.” “Three nights from the full moon,” the first elder answered. I swallowed. My mouth felt dry, but my mind was clear. “And until then?” I asked. “You remain Queen,” she said. “Observed. Restricted.” Restricted. The word felt like a chain around me. Every step I took would be watched. Every word I said would be noticed. The freedom I had as Queen felt smaller now.

My breath is taken from me as I watch Bella, the woman I rejected six years ago, walk past me after being crowned Queen. I could not take my eyes off of her through the ceremony. Not when the doors open, and that scent of moon flowers that I could never forget came wafting in. Not when she first walked past me, looking ahead at the dais where King Jonathan stood, ready to help crown her Queen. Not when she turned to face us with the crown on her head as the King proclaimed her as Alpha Queen Isabella Nightlock, ruler of wolves.

I threw the door of the warehouse open and everyone inside got up pointing guns at me. "What the fuck?". "Where's MJ?", j asked calmly. Alex followed me, he said he didn't want me going alone and it was too dangerous. But I just think he wants to tag along, and I low-key enjoy his company. "That ain't the important thing, the question is, who are you and how dare you barge into our territory!" one of them barked. I scoffed, Dogs. "I'm the Queen, and you have one of my boys, MJ, I want him released as soon as possible", I stated.

Bryan heard Aaron’s soft voice followed by a grumble. He walked towards the voice and came to the living room and saw Aaron and Amber playing chess. “Oh no!” Amber said as she facepalmed as she made a wrong move again and exposed her queen. Aaron couldn’t help but laugh at the stupid mistake of hers and covered his mouth as he cut her queen. Amber sighed as she had given up all hope, “let’s go for a new game all my good pieces are out.” “No, no, we have to play till checkmate.” Amber rolled her eyes, “of course you are going to say that since you are winning, can’t you give me a little bit of mercy?”

Starting with the fact that my Queen is insistent on us grabbing the Lycan King, a being that we have been told multiple times is inferior and we should never bring back from the Wild Hunt. We have been sitting outside of this barrier for the last couple of days, wasting more time than we normally spend on a single target, and we have only gathered a few contestants before coming here. At this rate we will not have enough contestants for the competition and we will suffer our Queen’s wrath, even if it is her fault. “Keep trying to penetrate the barrier.” High Queen Mab finally orders through our link. “Yes, my Queen.” I tell her, though I think that this plan of hers is an idiotic one. There

Brandon lowered his head, pressing his lips against the warm skin behind Robin’s ear, his voice loud enough to echo in the private box: "The necklace is fifty million, Robin. But the queen wearing it is priceless." Up on the balcony, framed by diamonds and draped in emerald fire, Robin rested her hand over Brandon’s forearm, looking down at the ruined, terrified faces of Dane and Nicole below with a chilling, victorious smile.

Kristen said, staring at my front almost hypnotized, "Calves." "Well at least you're taking attention away from my breasts," Ashley laughed. I threw my pants over to Kristen. She looked almost sheepish about her victory. Emma gave her friend a hearty slap on the back, like Kristen had just pulled out the anchor run for the win at a state meet. I slowly sat down, hoping my cock wouldn't just jump right out. It hardly mattered. Two hands later I pulled a Queen. A goddamn, motherfucking Queen. She winked at me as I gazed upon her regal visage. Oh yes. Finally.

They couldn’t see, fuck, they couldn’t see this shit. “Evening, gentlemen,” the queen said, her voice light, amused. “My pet is restless tonight. Isn’t that right, dog?” The leash jerked. My head snapped up, my eyes meeting theirs, just for a second, before she yanked me forward again, forcing me back to all fours. The guards laughed, low and knowing, and one of them, Bastian, fuck, I knew him, He chuckled and said, “Should’ve known you’d break him eventually, Your Majesty.”