The Queens Swcret Novels & Stories

But when someone appeared in his line of sight, he stopped moving. "Well, hello there, little guy . . . What are you doing there under the rain?" Eric watched as Evangeline bent down and grabbed Snow into her embrace. He forgot to breathe as he watched the woman –– dubbed as a vicious, cruel, pompous Queen –– protectively embraced Snow in her arms. "Did you run away from home? I don't see a collar though . . . ," Evangeline murmured. She swept Snow with her lilac eyes and her pouty lips stretched wide in a smile.

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.

That’s interesting. "Alright, do you think your queen knows who and what my parents are?" I asked Cassandra as I am really curious about them now. Maybe I can find some information about my father and know what my mother is. But I'm sad to know that she's dead already. And perhaps one of them is a vampire or a witch, if I really am a witch. This information is truly insane. "Yeah, very much. She knows a lot of things. She's the Queen of the Northern Witches. You’ll be glad to meet her, and she’ll be glad to meet you, too." She replied, sounding so excited.

We looked around the room, which was deadly silent until Jeremy Maxwell, Robert’s Beta, stood and held his hand over his heart. “A pack is a family, and I, for one, swear to do all in my power to keep my family and my future Queen safe. I vow to protect her with my last dying breath. I swear loyalty to the Scarlet Circle pack and our future Queen.” His mate Hayley stood up next. “I vow to protect my future Queen with my last dying breath. I swear loyalty to the Scarlet Circle pack and our future Queen.” I held my hand over my heart to them. Then my friend Elaina and fellow council witch stood up,

"I-It's the queen. Her Majesty said that the horses and riding gear in the royal stable are limited. Only concubines participating in the polo tournament may enter, and only with her permission…" "Outrageous!" Helena's gaze grew colder. That vile Wendy! Since when did she have the authority to give such orders? The steward lowered his head even further, almost trembling. "Her Majesty made this decision for the safety of the concubines. Lady Helena, I am merely following orders. Please don't make things difficult for me. Without the queen's approval… Unless His Majesty grants permission, I truly cannot open the doors for you." The queen was someone the steward could not afford to offend, but

He mumbled calmly in an assurance. “Let us go!” I mumbled and we continued our walk. “Your Highness! She is here.” He said when we stepped inside the chamber where both King and Queen are present on the thrones. “I did not get time to have a word with you Child as I was needed to look after the settling of the people that returned from Palmer.” She said in a tone like an authority and I gave her a small nod. “I am Sabrina, Queen of the Nadir.” She added.

A bunch of queens line up, with the extreme having a cluster. I tap a random queen. “Did you see my stuff? It was packaged…” “You own that wicked shit?” She rolls her eyes. “Men, I need your plug.” The other queens laugh. “I don't have time for that.” I rap. “I need it.” “Sheesh.” She hisses. “Your shit knocked my girls out in seconds.” She points to two ladies dozing off on the cold floor. “But I got something on me.” She pulls out a wrapped substance from her bra and dangles it.

I repeated the last part of the paragraph, something I had said in my head over and over again that I didn’t even need him to read it first. “Now the oaths have been sworn, it is my duty and honour that I now crown Her Majesty, Luna Queen Bridget Black, Queen of all werewolves.” The man announced now holding the beautiful crown which Sebastian designed over my head, knelling down, the heavy crown is soon placed upon me where it did take a lot of my strength to lift my head up after.

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.