Their Beautiful Broken Queen Novels & Stories

Araceli giggled. “But there has to be a way” I protested and she craned her neck thoughtfully. “The first step you need to take is to separate the King from his mate, because with her by his side, he’ll grow stronger and no one will ever be able to defeat him” Araceli said seriously and I frowned. What the hell was she saying? How could Eleanor possibly be of any good to the Lycan king? Let alone make him grow stronger? “That’s the only way for now, Ethan. You may leave”

They both breathed heavy and Conri came inside her, feeling more protective than ever in his life over a woman. He pulled out slowly, picking her up and turning her towards him. He could see the pleasure in her eyes, and he felt mesmerized. She looked so womanly in the soft light of the moon, her hair shining and her eyes sparkling. He has never seen anything more beautiful. A young girl, becoming a woman. “You are so beautiful.” Conri whispered, kissing her slowly, passionately. He could see her blush and he can’t remember when last he saw a woman do that. He picked her up like she weighted nothing and put her on her feet. They both got dressed in silence and Conri looked at her.

“But at what cost?” The Queen laughed softly. “At every cost. I lost Theron. I lost Myra. I lost Zayn. I lost myself. But I kept her. Because without her…” Her voice broke. “I forgot why I ever fought at all.” Liora stepped forward. “You don’t have to stay broken. That’s not who we are.” The Queen’s gaze sharpened. “That’s who you are. I’m the one who couldn’t carry it. I had to cheat time just to breathe again.”

“The bond broke, I felt it, I don’t what went wrong but I felt you die and I don’t want to see that happen I will run mad seeing that, go home and their queen” “I am being their queen by remaining here, Dante. I am not that little girl anymore; I am the queen of this kingdom and I would not die”

“She is no ordinary person. She is special, a soul we have awaited for thousands of years. And she’s here, now, in my realm and at my mercy.” Her laugh tinkled as she stood and Freya cried out with pain. Adrian had never seen her like this, so broken, in so much pain. “What have you done to her?” He whispered with horror and the queen smiled. “Your lover here is reliving her worst nightmares. No matter how strong you are, there are some nightmares with the power to break you. I will break her, and then she will be mine to use.”

Every movement dripped elegance and death. The Queen. Her smile was almost tender as she looked down at them. “Such devotion,” she murmured. “The girl who loves the beast. How poetic.” Aria rose to her feet, the gold in her eyes flaring. “You’re the one who turned him into this. You think I’ll let you win?” The Queen tilted her head, amused. “Win? My dear, I already have. You’re standing in my kingdom, breathing my shadows. Every second you stay here, your light fades. Even now, you feel it slipping, don’t you?”

And she’s done waiting. As the second one reaches for me, a roar tears from my throat—raw and violent—and the air rips open. Pain explodes across my spine. My limbs twisting, snapping, and stretching as my bones break and mend in one breath, Fionna's fur replacing my skin. My scream becomes something else—something I thought I would never hear. They scream too, but not for long. In a split of a second the street is soaked red and silent, and the lifeless bodies of the three men laid before me.

“Do you regret it, child? The choice you made—abandoning the world of flesh, leaving behind your mate, your other half?” A ripple distorts the misty ground before them, and a mirror of light rises, suspended in the air. Within it, the mortal realm flickers into view: the King. Mighty, indomitable, yet now broken, slumped in grief. His great shoulders shake, his hands claw at the earth, his howl of agony shaking the very foundations of the palace. The Queen’s lips part, her throat tight, her body aching to reach through that veil and touch him. She stares, long and hard, her hands curling into trembling fists. But when she speaks, her voice is steady, resolute.

another answered. A pause. Then, quieter—closer now, almost thoughtful: “Look at the wounds.” Fabric shifted. Hands moved—not rough, not gentle either. Efficient. Her sleeve was pulled back just enough to expose torn flesh beneath, the bite marks jagged and deep, edges darkened with drying blood. One of them exhaled softly. Not shock. Recognition. “That’s not clean.” “No,” the second voice agreed. “It’s not controlled.” “Unstable?” “Has to be.”

She had nothing left to loose. What was her life when all she had to show for it was a broken mating bond, a shattered marriage and an annoying alpha leading her to goddess knows where. "What's wrong, Princess? Too weak and broken to try? Do you need Morgana here to give you your next directions?" And just like that, whatever string was holding together the sane part of her brain snapped in two and Elara charged towards Alpha Riven with a loud, resounding growl. She barely made it a few feet close to him before he tackled her effortlessly to the ground still standing erect like he never moved.