Their Beautiful Broken Queen Novels & Stories

The last Moonborn queen. The part of her that had been left behind. "You finally understand, don’t you?" the figure whispered, her voice soft, almost sad. Lillian swallowed hard. “You were never destroyed.” "No." “You were sealed away.” A slow, knowing smile curved the queen’s lips. "And now, the seal is broken." The ruins groaned around them as the energy in the room thickened. Aedric stepped beside her, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. “Tell me we’re not about to do something incredibly foolish.”

He really shouldn’t get involved since he had been avoiding her all night but… “You should get down from there before you get hurt.” Angelina let out a bitter laugh. “As if anyone actually cares about me getting hurt. They only care about their property getting damaged. I’m an investment to them, not a person. Do you have any idea what that’s like?” Actually, he knew exactly what that was like. He hadn’t realized that beauty queens experienced the same problem that rich young men did. She suddenly became more interesting. “Join the club.” She tilted her head and looked at him curiously. “So, you do know what that’s like. Who are you, anyway? I’ve never seen you at one of these things before.

“What are you thinking?” “That bonds,” the Queen Mother replied, “are dangerous things when they are half-formed.” She stood once more and walked to the window, staring out at the fading light. “If completed, they become unbreakable.” Christine’s breath caught. “And if broken?” The Queen Mother’s voice was calm for a while, trying to calm herself down. “They get destroyed.” She turned slowly. “Make sure Adelaide does not forget where she stands.” Christine bowed. “As you wish, Your Majesty.”

The witch joined us and began reading aloud. "Where power is divided, darkness finds its entrance. Where the covenant is broken, the crown shall fall." She paused. "There's more." We waited. She continued slowly. "When the fallen kingdom calls for its reckoning, the Broken Queen shall stand before the truth. But the truth alone shall not restore what has been lost." My skin prickled. The Broken Queen. Me. I looked at Lysander. He was staring at the inscription with an expression I couldn't read. "What does the last part mean?" I asked.

I screamed, light erupting from my eyes, my skin fracturing into silver lines. Everything disintegrated—the city, the army, Kael’s curses, Auren’s voice—until there was only that one truth pulsing through the mark: The Crown is broken. Long live the Queen. Then, silence. And darkness swallowed everything.

"How can you touch me? You do not know what I did in the dark. The things I tore apart... the horrors... I am a plague. I do not understand why you give me this." "Because we know who you were before the dark took you," Rebecca’s voice carried across the courtyard, rich, commanding, and saturated with an absolute, unyielding compassion. The Queen stepped down from the dais, walking slowly through the ranks of the weeping primordial army. She didn't look at their rags or their dirt; she looked directly into their tortured souls, her brilliant eyes validating their grief without a single spark of judgment.

"Besides, you can't fake the scent of a fated mate. Marcus, are you really going to cast her aside?" Marcus let out a sharp, derisive snort. "Three years in that hole? She's tainted by the filth of every rogue she shared a wall with. A woman like that... she isn't worthy of being my mate." The room erupted in a chorus of low whistles and hushed, pitying murmurs. Marcus's voice dropped, heavy with the indifference of a king looking at a peasant. "If any of you want her, take her. She's nothing but a discarded she-wolf now. Nobody's prize."

"The end of what?" "Ask me one question," the queen says. "Whatever you need to know right now." I look at the little girl in her arms. Then I look into the queen's pale eyes. "Why did you break the mate bond with your second mate?" I ask. The queen's smile vanishes. Her eyes fill with old tears. "That," Queen Yasmin whispers. "I broke it because I had to. I made a promise to the pack, and that promise destroyed my soul. You saw my husband's version of the story."

Kael’s grip tightened around my hand instinctively. The Queen looked toward him gently. “So I destroyed the second throne before the Trial could finish.” Another memory erupted violently outward. The first ruler reaching desperately for her while the second throne shattered apart beneath silver moonlight. “Please,” he begged brokenly. “Do not do this.” The Queen cried openly while existence collapsed around them. “I would rather lose eternity than lose you.” Then she destroyed the throne. And immediately, the Devourer awakened beneath reality. The memory shattered apart violently. Back in the fractured realm, horror spread across the celestial court.

I stood beside the clear crystal bed, my broad shoulders shaking with a heavy, broken sob as I looked down at my silent Queen. Her long dark eyelashes rested perfectly still on her cheeks, her small chest rising and falling in that steady, tiny murmur under her dark leather dress. She looked so beautiful, so graceful, and so peaceful lying under the glowing blue light, totally untouched by the brutal war and dark traitors waiting in the world above. I reached out with my big, calloused hand, my thick fingers gently cupping her cold, soft cheek while hot tears spilled fast over my broad face, dripping onto the clear blue crystal.