The Stand In Queen Novels & Stories

“You’ll have to go through all of us.” “Gladly,” came a voice beside him. Lyra. Armed, her expression unreadable, stepped into the light. Behind her, warriors emerged those who had followed through the cursed trails. Callen limped into view, supported by Elias and a half-shifted beta. The Queen looked at them all and tilted her head. “A final stand. How poetic.” Dark energy exploded from her fingertips. Shadows twisted into the forms of wolves ethereal, vicious. They charged. The pack met them in the circle.

Was I? The Queen stands by the tall windows, her silhouette sharp against the rising sun. She doesn’t turn when I enter. "You have brought enough shame upon this pack," she says coldly. "Your presence... your lies... your existence has been tolerated far too long." I don't flinch. I don't bow. I just wait. Finally, she faces me, her eyes like shards of blue ice. "You will stay away from my sons," she says, her voice slicing through the room. "Both of them. You are nothing but a slave, a mistake we should have corrected long ago."

“Then let them see.” He stepped closer, his voice dipping low. “There’s no going back after this.” “I don’t want to go back,” she murmured. “I’m tired of silence. Of shadows. I want to rule what’s mine—and I want them to know it.” He reached for her hand, bringing it to his lips. “Then we’ll stand together.” She met his gaze, fierce and clear. “No. I stand first. You beside me—but not before me.” Lorenzo gave a slow, reverent nod. “Then let the city rise to meet you, my queen.”

Most of the ladies stands trembling in their shoes, looking agitated, while the Queen and Lady Su stands confidently and elegantly. Yuelan does nothing to catch the King’s attention. The young Queen doesn’t care to be acknowledged by his Majesty. Left to her, she wishes to be ignored by him. On the other hand, Lady Su brightens her expression, a smile ready to appear as soon as the King looks her way, but unfortunately, the King barely registered her existence, his eyes zeroing on his beautiful Queen, who looks ravishing in her dress. His muddy brown eyes lits up with desire, and he is not alone in his feelings. The young man in soldier uniform trailing beside him seems captivated by the Que

Not by name. Not yet. By position. By presence. By the way they stand close together, uncertain, watching. Fear holds them in place. Not loud fear. Quiet fear. The kind that spreads slowly through the body until movement becomes impossible. My gaze moves to the Queen first. She stands tall despite the tension in her shoulders. Her face is composed, carefully controlled, but grief lingers beneath the surface. I see it in the tightness around her eyes. In the way her hands remain clasped too tightly before her.

I leaned into his shoulder, listened to the steady thud of his heartbeat, and closed my eyes. In the dream I wasn't the girl killing herself in a basement studio anymore. I was dressed in silk, standing on the biggest stage in the world, applauded by everyone who mattered. And the man beside me, he wasn't going anywhere.

*** Because now— the scale of what they faced had become clear. *** Not invasion. Not conquest. *** Evaluation. *** And failure— was not defeat. *** It was erasure. *** ### The Queen Stands Raven turned back to the room. *** Not shaken. Not uncertain. *** Resolved. *** “Then we make sure they choose wrong,” she said. *** And this time— no one questioned her. *** Because whatever this was— she was the only one who had stood in front of it… *** And not been erased.

For three years, I've been the only woman Hayden Prescott, the heir of the most powerful family in Jinton, has eyes for. Then his long-lost fiancée returns. Three years ago, the Lawson family falls deep into debt. My father and older brother spike my wine and personally deliver me straight to Hayden's hotel suite. By the next morning, photos of me stumbling out of his room with my clothes in disarray are circulating all over Jinton. Everyone brands me a shameless gold digger who will stop at nothing to marry into the powerful Prescott family. But Hayden doesn't cast me aside. When reporters mob me, he pulls me into his arms and shields me from the cameras. When a high fever leaves me be

50 of them standing in the large space between cells. "What is it now?" I demand. They all go silent and one of them steps forward "We have waited long enough, what say the queen?" They all in unison fold there arms in front of their chests. Oh give me a break, like herding cats with these guys. "Her Majesty the hybrid Queen looks for the best opportunity. We will remain patient and ever serving. Showing her the upmost loyalty. Understood?"

He merely nodded at him and walked away with his date. A loud clang was heard and silence fell over the ball room. Thane stood up and held his hands out for me. I took his hands and stood up. "I welcome you all to this celebration. As per customs, it is held in honour of our queen, my mate. See her face, know her. You've all sworn allegiance. Any evil thought or deed against her is considered treason" he lifted my hands up and pushing his dominance out so that everybody fell on their knees. He held me tightly so I didn't fall down too.