Their Beautiful Broken Queen Novels & Stories

" As she spoke, she reached for the blade, pretending like she was about to slash her own face. Of course, the others were not about to let her hurt herself. They rushed forward to stop her. Sheila cried even harder and leaned right into a male colleague's arms. With a beautiful girl clinging to him, the guy immediately lost all sense and turned on me. "Rose, you've gone too far. Sheila accidentally ruined your experiment, and now you're forcing her to disfigure herself? Are you really upset about your experiment, or are you just jealous because Sheila is prettier than you?" His words made everyone look at me. Their eyes were filled with disdain. Sheila, on the other hand, looked pleased.

I turned away because the sight nearly destroyed me. Mara’s voice was soft beside me as she spoke, “This is why we fight the application.” I wiped my face quickly. “Yes,” I said. The Iron Queen returned then. She was not cold and not empty. She was not armored against love. This was something else. A queen with flour on her sleeve, nausea in her throat, a child crying in her kitchen, and a man on his knees promising not to leave. A queen who finally understood that the throne was not power.

“When will you come back to me, Leora? When will you look at me as your mate again instead of your enemy?” Something inside the queen’s chest cracked at his words. Slowly, she turned to face him, her eyes meeting his across the vast hall. “Do you know what happens when a porcelain cup shatters?” she asked quietly. “You can gather every broken piece and glue it back together, but the cracks remain. It will never again be what it once was.” The king’s throat tightened. “Our bond was no different.” Pain flickered across his face as she continued.

Kazan spun toward the Bone Queen. Her body flickered. For one horrifying instant, the beautiful woman disappeared. A skeleton stood beneath her gown. The crown rested upon a bare skull. Then flesh returned. Then bone. Then flesh again. The Bone Queen stumbled. Mira stared at her. “What are you?” The queen looked at Kazan. Pain filled her face. “I am not your enemy.” The ceiling groaned. Dust rained down. A pillar cracked. Kazan grabbed Mira. The queen’s voice became little more than a whisper.

"I got exactly what I wanted. For the first time in my life, that felt like enough of a reason all on its own." Above them, the full moon climbed clear and unobstructed into a sky finally, fully healed, and somewhere in the quiet garden where a broken, rejected girl had once learned to breathe without bracing for cruelty, a Queen stood instead, chosen and choosing, exactly where she belonged.

The hand gripped the edge of the broken floor. Something began climbing out. First came a crown. Then silver hair. Then a face. My face. Another Lyra stepped into the chamber. But this one wore the ancient crown. Her eyes were completely golden. The First Queen. She looked at me. Then at Kael. And smiled. “My children.” Kael's grip tightened around mine. The Queen raised her hand. The creature inside me screamed. “No!” The Queen's eyes flashed. The girl beside me began disappearing. I grabbed her.

"So, what now, Queen?" "Why are you calling me that?" "Because, that is who you are. A queen." "Oh, come on. My mom's still alive, and she will be around for a long time." "Well, you are already a queen for me. So, what's your plan?" "My plan? An all out war. But, we will not draw the first blood. I'm using my mother's last name to pluck his connection one by one of one. Like a spider, I will clip his feet one by one. Until he can no longer walk. You're father lived off the fear of people towards him. He manipulates them into doing his bidding because they are afraid of what he would do to them. I'm going to give them a reason not to be afraid." Patricia's words made Gonzalo smile. He's been

The conquest was complete. ******************** She stirred beneath my gaze, a soft, disoriented moan escaping her lips. Queen Emilia Clarke, the sovereign of a broken kingdom, lay in a state of beautiful ruin. A few minutes had passed since her surrender at the dinner table, a few minutes I had spent simply watching her. Her chest rose and fell in a ragged rhythm, her eyes fluttering open to find me still standing over her, my shadow a possessive blanket across her form. In her dazed, glassy eyes, I saw the last vestiges of the old monarch dissolve into the raw, primal awareness of the woman who now belonged to me.

she said, her voice filled with nothing but freezing serious. “Not just...and image?” Looking around, the image suddenly makes sense. It came to mind the bit of scene that I come so far, and they are'nt just a scene that remind me of the reality. “They are...the reality,” I said, my heart boom to no end. “They are fragments, Altara,” the Queen said, “and a fragment will take one to curse place..however they trying to avoid it.” It as if a trigger, her words livened the scene of me horrored to the sight of a giant mirror, one that suddenly turn into a fragment that broke into pieces and fell with the speed that will wreck anyone into a gore of blood and flesh.

But then, watching the same people over and over again gets boring overtime. Diving into the book, I reopen to one of my favorite parts of the lycan battles. It is the chapter where the lycan king was brought to his knees by the queen, and makes she him beg her for his life. He wasn’t expecting her, or that she would even do something like that. It is what makes me like it more. I feel like I relate to the queen well. She has always been undermined and underrated, then she wound her full potential and—