The White Queen Novels & Stories

Königin Zemirah continued. I frowned. Probably seeing the confused look on my face, she gripped the edge of the table hard, and continued. "After my grandmother died, the queen's position became vacant. As the rule goes, only a white haired witch was fit to be the queen." Her voice became shaky, and she lowered it to a whisper. From the corner of my eye, I watched as Alpha Aurel leaned in, and placed a soft kiss on her forehead. Cringe. Or maybe not. Amber was smiling, even if it was a fleet of smile.

'' The Grand Queen smirked. "Tie them up and let's head back to the palace.'' The Queen instructed. Will the old lady get beheaded this time? Will the twins be able to get out of this mess? AT THE MANSION. ''Hey lady in white who are you? '' The king asked faintly. ''You don't need to know who I am right now, it is not important. Just call me the lady in white.'' The lady in white replied. The tall and veiled young lady moved to where the pale-looking king laid.

“And you shall wait some more. After the Blood Moon, she will be all yours.” Jyris smiled, then placed a gentle kiss on the back of her hand, promising to return before he took his leave. Dogori said nothing. The doors swung open and the presence of the Queen was announced. Her bloodshot silver eyes were her lost defining features, along with her glowing silver hair. She looked like she had been crying but when her gaze laid upon her daughter, she didn't seem pleased. “Is this your trade?” She asked the White King scornfully. “Not in front of our daughter.” The White King said tightly, before he smiled. “Are you not happy to see her?”

It was a girl. "She is a girl," the crowd murmurs. "The one who defeated Nora is a girl". Ivan exclaimed in shock while Dev beamed in pride and joy. The person in white was indeed Akshara. The white queen praised Akshara while Akshara bowed to show her gratitude. But some past memories flashed in her mind with a replica of the White Queen, but Akshara was unable to recall it. Akshara fixed her eyes on the White Queen and tried hard to recall her past.

I am utterly in awe of the beautiful creature in front of me. “Our mate.” Rohan mutters dreamily. “Our queen.” I agree.

’ He replied, making me think about Aurora again. ‘I chose Jade, and you need to get over it, especially when we mark each other after becoming King and Queen.’ I ended the link before he could even reply. I was just walking around the garden ruins thinking about Aurora and how much I suppose I do miss her, was the rejection a mistake? Could I take it back or has it been too long? Jade is the right call to become queen. Why, was I now only thinking about this after all this time? I suddenly looked up at the woman who could make me King, she had said something to me, but I was in such a deep thought that I didn’t even hear what she said.

They turned the page, and the next title stood out clearly in bold gold lettering: White Witches Rhea leaned in as she read the text aloud: 'The White witches, blessed with divine light and ancient purity, were known to be the most powerful and revered of mystical beings. Their magic stemmed from nature, balance, and the will of the gods. They were healers, protectors, seers, and guides harboring no desire for domination, only harmony.' 'The most celebrated among them was Queen Madora of Sylvaria… Rhea’s voice trailed off. Her eyes lingered on the name. 'Queen Madora… Sylvaria…'

With that, they turned around and left. Leonardis refused the white wizard's advice, and he barked at the gathered crowd, "I am Leonardis, king of the North,I call the shots, and I want to speak to the queen." A part of the crowd immediately broke down in tears, while others glared at Leonardis with disdain. I was taken aback by their reaction. The white wizard replied, "My king, unfortunately, the Queen of the South is dead." Leonardis retorted, "Then who is the next in line? I want to speak to someone in charge here. This lady is an enemy of the North, and the South shouldn't be protecting her unless they are looking for war."

“Signs?” Bianca glances over her shoulder. “Latifa held the seat of Queen Mother for years—without ever truly earning it. But you… you destroyed Arwan. You bound the undead king and took him down. You wielded ancestral power without losing your mind. The seat has been empty since the last true White Witch died. They’re not just waiting to celebrate.” “They’re waiting to bow,” Theon adds softly. Lumina shakes her head, confused. “But I’m not—”

“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.