The White Queen Richard Iii Novels & Stories

My lungs were screaming. “Listen, if you’re going to be my mate, you’re going to have to talk to me. Unless you’re mute. A mute queen would pose an interesting challenge.” I’m not mute, I’m dying! “Honestly, this is ridiculous. How about your name? I’ll start. I’m Trick, Vampire King. And you are? Listen, I need to know what to call my queen.” Queen? It was the last word I heard before I lost consciousness.

she replies. The Queen watches her in the mirror, her expression thoughtful but proud. “You will be ready when the time comes,” she says calmly. Outside, the footsteps return. Closer this time. Heavier. Not hurried in joy, but driven by urgency. A murmur rises in the corridor. Low voices. Sharp whispers. Still, inside the chamber, no one pays attention. “Bring the jewels,” the Queen orders. A servant rushes forward with a small carved box, placing it carefully on the nearby table. The lid opens to reveal rows of glittering pieces, gold and gemstones catching the morning light.

- Please, don't do anything to hurt me," she pleaded. - Did you know that this is a crime? You would take a rose without asking anyone, you would have your hand ripped off. Besides, this rose isn't valuable to sell because it's plain compared to the other ones full of color. - I said, to observe her reaction. - I thought you would not mind taking a single rose, besides that this rose is not simple, it is a demonstration of strength by remaining beautiful and pure, that is the meaning of the color white purity. Besides, I am not a thief. If you haven't noticed, I'm a queen, I don't need to steal, because I have plenty to spare. - she said, angry at being called a thief. - I am a queen, marrie

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.

"Send a messenger to Cassius. Tell the Lord Regent that if he does not move his camp by dawn, the Blackwood heavy cavalry will ride him down. The White Queen is not leaving the North." ​If my love caused her pain, I would swallow it. But I would burn the High Lycan Council to the ground before I ever let them put a collar around her neck.

He knew that his life would end right there and then at this point, but then he heard the ear piercing scream from the queen, as she stood up and was talking rapidly to someone that he couldn’t see. Her grey eyes glared at the void, as if she was talking to someone. No, she was berating this invisible person. Richard could feel chill down his spain, as he remembered what the people around the queen had told him about her, because it was pretty easy to say that she was having a bad track record for what she had been doing all this time. There was this rumor that said that the queen had killed the elders, both of the elders. There were guards who had witnessed that. The first elder that was ki

He looked like a man who had finally claimed what was his. "It doesn't matter," I said, my voice growing stronger. I looked at all four of them. "They tried to kill me in my old pack. They tried to kill me here. They keep trying to put me in the ground, but they forget one thing." I sat up, the furs falling to my waist. I looked at my hands, feeling the power of the four kings humming in my blood. "I am the White Queen," I said, my voice echoing through the chamber. "And I am done being the prey. If the Council wants a war, if Caleb wants his 'property' back... then we give them exactly what they deserve."

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

“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 stared at the White queen that sto

I put down my ponytail hair and continued, “Hmmm, maybe you are right, I was a little bit influenced by Bryan, you know, I finished all the books he brought to me, those great myths, wolf history, poems, Oh! And a few romance novels. “ ”Stop your great speech and go to the shower.” Levi walked toward the door, and I hurried to follow. “Come on, Levi, it is not wrong with books. You are a knight for me, aren’t you? Besides, Mother won’t choose me for the next queen, right?” I spoke casually, but he suddenly stopped and turned to ask me, “How did you know?” His tone was a bit strict. “Everyone knows, Kate almost done all the paperwork for Mother these three months. She already took the respon