Your Brow Queen Novels & Stories

"Start over with what?" "Building your own kingdom," Victoria said, turning to me, a fire of ambition in her eyes. "One that doesn't depend on any man, that isn't controlled by anyone. A kingdom that only you can destroy." I looked at this powerful woman—my mother—and suddenly, I understood. Maybe we were both fools once. But the age of fools was over. It was our turn to be queens.

She stood tall, her eyes meeting Rora's without hesitation. "Rora," she said calmly, "your actions do not affect me. I am the queen, and my role is not up for debate. I will rule with Apollo as the Sun's Goddess, and nothing you do can change that. This is my path, and I will walk it with strength and confidence." Rora's expression faltered for a moment, her bravado challenged by Jolene's assertiveness. Theo, standing beside Rora, nodded in approval, acknowledging Jolene's strength. Apollo watched from a distance, proud of Jolene's resilience.

Standing in my flip-flops wearing a big shirt with male boxers, my hair a messy ponytail and my body bruised and healing, I really felt loved and worthy when I look around seeing almost a hundred men kneeling at my feet. I'm not just anybody. I'm Arianna Romano, goddess of death. The huntress. The Queen.

Dad says. I sigh but nod regardless. If my throat is as dry as it feels I wonder what dad must be going through. “You know technically we’re not doing anything so after you answer this one I won’t ask anymore questions.” I say knowing he won’t refuse because he owes it to me. He sighs but starts talking regardless. “Marcel was only 3 when his father and mother told a priestess witch to examine him and tell them who he would be in the future and who his potential mate could be. The priestess told them that Marcel would be mated with a beautiful young woman with brown hair but the hair will have white strands in it. Immediately Derulo Scott— marcel's father who at the time was the alpha king p

He knelt in front of her and bowed. “We are Petrovas. We do not bow or bend.” She said simply. “We are unbreakable!” She added as she helped him up and hugged him. That hug was years in the waiting. Years of separation! Years of longing! When she turned to the stage, she had retained her regal demeanor. “Welcome to my home!” She started. It let everyone know who was in charge. She was the heir. She was back. She was going to claim everything that was hers.

She didn't look to be much older than Mare but she was slightly taller and that advantage made her look down her nose as she spoke. She took a step into the hall and Mare fought back the urge to hug her arms around her body. Did the hall suddenly turn cold? "What is it that you say?" Vallezarii asked. Mare's eyes snapped to his face. The tone of his voice... "Your Baryn concubine will not sully the queen's seat..." "There is no queen." "Her memory leaves on..." "There is no queen!"

I stand directly in front of him and look up so that I am staring directly into his eyes. I grab onto his balls which causes him to groan in pain and I stand on my toes so that my mouth is directly at his ear. "Listen up pretty boy and listen well. I am not someone you want to mess with. I am a Queen . You found me as an alpha and you will leave me as one. I am not any of the submissive little whores you've been with that listen to your every word and worship your dick like you're a God . I do what I want , whenever I want , and with whom I want. Do not think that you can come here and tell me what to do because you will get hurt in many ways , trust me I don't mind showing at all. Try tha

Nothing but disapproval ran all through out the room and I did not have to be told who my parents were. As the queen had said, my sister and I had the same features but how different she looked. Her hair was long and wavy with it rich and buttery. Her skin was plum and moist, no scar, no dent, just perfection. She wore make up, it done as if she was an angel. She was thin but tall with legs and curves to have a man dizzy as he took her up. She was the definition of rich, perfect and classy. If I did not know, I would say she was a princess or something. Her eyes were trained on me too along with my parents.

“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...

"If you get carried away again and let this happen, I will have no other choice but to terminate the mission and send someone else who can do it better." Anne's eyes widened at the threat. The queen nodded, staring directly into her eyes, and Anne's eyes returned to normal. She shook her head slowly. "Mother, please... You don't need to send another mermaid to Earth to do this. I can handle it," Anne pleaded. The queen took a deep breath, her anger still evident. "I will say this again: the werewolves are not your enemies. Stay a million kilometers away from Yvonne Brooks, or..." The queen's voice trailed off, her rage palpable.