The White Queen Novels & Stories

Penelope’s breath caught as she took in the craftsmanship, her fingers itching to trace the delicate designs. “These will be your quarters,” Thanion said, reaching for the handles. But as he pushed the doors open, a sound cut through the air, freezing them both in place. Loud, unabashed moaning. Penelope’s face burned as her eyes darted to the source of the noise. There, sprawled naked across the bed, was a spectral woman. Her glowing form was striking, her hair a cascade of silver fire spilling over her shoulders. She lay wide-legged, her movements slow and deliberate as she pleasured herself.

Her eyes caught sight of a tiny, familiar figure walking hand-in-hand with a group of Titans in the distance. "Is that... isn't that Snow White?!" The widowed Queen pointed a trembling finger, her eyes bloodshot with pure hatred. The handmaiden followed her gaze and gasped. "It is, Your Majesty! It’s really her! We must inform Prince Philip!" "Inform him? Do I look like a fool?!" The Queen of Napoli hissed, glaring at her maid to keep her mouth shut. "I need to find out exactly where she is living—and who she is with."

He simply raised his glass in a silent toast and waited. ​I didn't rush. I finished my conversation with the Mayor, took a slow sip of my drink, and eventually navigated my way toward him. ​"The White Queen is currently on my nightstand, Mr. König," I said, stopping a deliberate two feet away from him. "I wasn't aware we were playing a game." ​Matthias stepped closer, invading my personal space with a confidence that made my pulse quicken against my will. Up close, he looked even younger—his skin smooth, his jawline sharp enough to draw blood. But his eyes were ancient.

"The queen" "Our queen" "Hck!.." It was the rarest of events indeed. The queen had the white hair that all nymphs have in their spirit form, but unlike white which was the dominating eye color most nymphs had, hers were pitch-black. 'Just like Amalthea' Many nymphs who had not seen their queen before in her spirit form thought to themselves, but all thoughts ceased to exist once their queen began speaking. "... Care to explain to me why I cannot feel my successor's life force within our territory anymore?"

"You hid her from me. You protected her. You made a fool of me." "I protected my daughter." Liora stepped out from behind the queen. She walked toward my mother, her golden hair swinging, her eyes bright with triumph. She stopped in front of her and reached up. My mother did not move. Liora untied the satin scarf wrapped around my mother's head. It fell away, revealing white hair. Bright. Beautiful. Glowing faintly in the afternoon light. The crowd gasped. The queen's face went white. "A White Witch," the queen whispered. "In my own realm. At my own court. For years."

“You resemble her. You are very much like the White Queen.” Biting her lower lip as she crumples her hand into a fist. Her once fleeting beating heart suddenly ceases as it slowly being changed into a hunting pain of being insulted and fear, where Kyle is knocking a chance of suspicion towards her. For the name and the tag character of a ‘WHITE QUEEN’ means. “Gentle, secretive, yet pure and forgiving. That’s how you are.”

“Get in place. Meredith saw a missing pawn and assumed she must belong there. She looked around at the board and the knight leaned in her direction and told her to get the queens crown from the other side as quickly as possible. Meredith nodded and the game began to move in accordance. Meredith wasn’t sure how but she knew when to move and when not to. Somehow she made it to the other side and was crowned the white queen. She turned around to face the board and saw the white king was Brayden dressed very royally in a white decorated military jacket and an elaborately decorated crown with diamonds set in silver. Besides him was the real white queen. Meredith st

The woman assured before cupping her daughter's cheeks and pecking her forehead softly. The mother faces Isabella with a sad look. "Mama loves you, my piccolo fiore." She whispers, both of them closing their eyes as their faces become drenched with tears. [Translation: my little flower] After what seemed like eternity, the woman had finally gained the courage to separate herself from her child. She stood up, making sure to close the closet doors in hopes of hiding her daughter's location. Isabella was able to peek through the small crack of her closet. Her eyes following her mother's figure with a longing glance as her hands cover her mouth, trying to silence her own sobs. Stifling her cries

; she roared. “Sure my lady!” He bowed respectfully and left. “I have been breaking stereotypes since my childhood, I had made every impossible thing possible, I have excluded the word impossible from my words bank then how could this be impossible? I will be the queen of “The Kingdom of Shades”. I will change this kingdom one day. I will eradicate all the darkness from it and make it the kingdom of rising. It will be just bright and powerful like the sun rise. I want everything, everyone under my Lead. The Lead of werewolf Queen. The queen who would be loved and adored by all. The queen will be just like her wonderful mother but she will not be weak like her who couldn’t fight her fate and

Hello! And welcome to the 4th instalment in the main Queen Among series line-up. Before you dive in, it is important to know that understanding terms, character names, and certain events is dependent on having read books 1-3 and Bite-Size Luna before this. Each book in the Queen Among series meticulously weaves into each other and overlaps, so those moments will not make sense if read out of order.