Your Queen Is Back, Surrender Now Novels & Stories

She scoffed folding her hands, looking at Morgan's dad as of he had ran mad. "I see." She commented clapping. "And you think she's going to welcome you with a warm embrace and tears of joy? After all you've out her through so far?" Rosewood raised a brow at Cammy seemingly unable to understand the change in her behaviour. "She's coming back, Cammy." "And what of Sabrina?" "They'll run together like they'd always have." Cammy began to laugh like a maniac. "Who still does co-ownership Stefan?! Wake up!"

Him? “Not ‘king,’” Anton breathed. The pieces snapped together with awful, perfect symmetry. Marcus’s obsession, his endless, pathetic game. “He didn’t see himself as the king. He was the other piece. The one that moves in straight lines, that attacks from the side. The one that can become anything if it reaches the end.” He stepped up to the panel, his voice clear and steady, speaking directly into the microphone. “The key is ‘Queen.’” For a second, nothing. The countdown reached 00:00:07.

The whispers grew louder, more insistent, promising me everything I had ever wanted in exchange for surrender. But I pushed back. "I am not yours." "First Moon Queen—" "I am not yours." "First Moon Queen—" "I am the Moon Queen." "First Moon Queen—" "And I will never be yours." The first Moon Queen screamed—a sound that echoed through the darkness, ancient and terrible and utterly defeated. Her form flickered, the shadows that had sustained her beginning to fail. The darkness shattered like glass, fragments of shadow scattering across the throne room. The cold retreated, replaced by a warmth that felt almost like hope.

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

She lifted her chin and pointed directly at me. “I am just as upset as you are!” Her voice quivered, the front she kept up faltering in the face of scrutiny. “But I cannot help that the illegitimate rogue still clings to a power that does not belong to her!” All eyes swiveled to stare up at me. I straightened, and muscle memory rested my hands on the railing in a queenly fashion. Old habits die hard. “It is her! Her mate has rejected her and still she is here! Seeping the power from the pack, steeling your strength and virility!” Her voice grew stronger with every word, and the Warriors began to shuffle in my direction.

She's good at hiding; even I can't find her. "By the way, we just received a package from Miss Queen. It's something for you!" The subordinate nervously handed over an envelope. Inside was a bank card, along with a note. [Ten million, for the trouble you've had fulfilling my needs over the past three years. Honestly, considering your skills, I really overpaid you!] Crack! The bank card snapped in half in his palm, and a storm brewed in his eyes. "Find her. Turn Vernon upside down if you have to. Get her here!"

Viola. Graceful. Calm. The Queen Mother beside her. Strong. Unshaken. And then Him. Idra. Standing near the center. His gaze lifts. And locks onto mine. The room fades. Just for a moment. Then A voice rises above the noise. Smooth. Unfamiliar. And far too interested. “So,” the man says, stepping forward, his eyes fixed on me. “This is the new queen.” My breath catches. Because there is something in his gaze Something dark Something dangerous That tells me This night Is not going to end well.

Jackie shot back, "and quite t indefensible. Would you not agree, my queen and since you have exhausted our goodwill and we will grant you no more truces the next time we attack there will be no end to it. Think about it... surrender is your best option." Johnny now spoke up with a sharp edge in his voice leaving no doubt they were serious. "Yes, my queen, think about it very carefully. I, for one, am done playing with you so the next time we attack it will be full on. You can't win... my stubborn and snotty queen." Taking turns tag teaming her, Jackie interjected now. "Yes, once again, I state, surrender is your best and only option for Queen Angie, the Beautiful." "Hmm, you said you shall

Could the Warriors be winning? Stopping just along the end of the path, I squat behind a thick juniper bush, parting its limbs just enough to peek through and see several lifeless bodies on the ground. One by one, my eyes scan the dead and I finally let out the breath I didn't realize I was holding. Thank God, none of them are Dominic. "Well, well, what do we have here?" a voice startles me from behind and I leap up, whipping around. "Looks like the Queen has returned." Zull practically purrs, as his tongue glides over his parted lips.

Then, a single shout, clear and strong, cut through the somber quiet. “The Alpha King! And the Luna Queen!” It was like a spark igniting a wildfire. More shouts erupted, growing louder, more fervent. “Your Majesty! My Queen! They're alive!” The warriors began to converge, their faces etched with relief and jubilation. They hailed us, their voices raw with emotion. “Our Alpha King has returned! The Luna Queen is free!”