Your Queen Is Back, Surrender Now Novels & Stories

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!”

I questioned them as a silence swooshed over them. They all looked away, not sparing a glance. Perfect. Submission. "all hail her righteousness queen" "all hail her righteousness " they cheered and become louder and louder. Finally, the queen of one pack land, and Doon to be queen of all. I walked to Troy, who was restrained by heavy chains. I harshly lifted his chin and made him face me. "Do you see that troy? do you see what has become of what you thought you were strong enough to protect? how hilarious" I pointed to the crowd. I laughed pushing his face away.

She got up and smiled, "Shawn." She threw herself into his arms. As he held her, Shawn shook his head, pinched her cheeks, and asked, "Why are you so stubborn? You never listen to me. Hold on, okay? I need to do something important." He helped her sit at the edge of the bed and went back to face Suarez who had now opened his eyes. Queen got up, took off her skirt, and was about to take off her panties. The gun, which was strapped to her thigh, was now revealed and when Shawn noticed what she was doing, he said, "No, Queen!"

"They want us afraid before the first arrow even flies." "It's working," I admitted. The figure on the black horse rode forward slowly, alone, stopping just outside arrow range, close enough that their voice carried clearly up to the walls. "Alpha Cassian Sterling," the voice called out, deep and cold. "Hand over the Bloodmoon princess, and I will spare your keep and everyone inside it." Cassian's hand tightened on the stone wall. "And if I refuse?" "Then everyone behind these walls dies today," the voice answered simply. "Including her. I will take the throne either way, Alpha. The only choice you're really making is how many bodies pile up before I do."

Leading the way down, she observes Alliah’s every movement and expression as well as its deep sigh and the worried tone of its eyes, yet greater than an impending threat she somehow knew what, as it says and finally answered her back. “To fulfill a promise.” Almost in a whisper, yet in a deep and never a calming tone from way down and inside. Her eyes darken their color as she figured a thing and two from the pieces that ‘THEY’ are currently playing. Where Alliah is the current queen, yet the needed sacrificial roke. “I see.” She retorted in a whisper as she slowly put the pieces in order and place, stitching the loose ends. Drawing a half-smile as her eyes reflected the taunting warning, sh

I threw the door of the warehouse open and everyone inside got up pointing guns at me. "What the fuck?". "Where's MJ?", j asked calmly. Alex followed me, he said he didn't want me going alone and it was too dangerous. But I just think he wants to tag along, and I low-key enjoy his company. "That ain't the important thing, the question is, who are you and how dare you barge into our territory!" one of them barked. I scoffed, Dogs. "I'm the Queen, and you have one of my boys, MJ, I want him released as soon as possible", I stated.

So took the path of darkness to gain more power, to gain Zenobia. I don’t know what exactly transpired during my absence till this date but after I came back from my mission I heard that one day the queen came back to the kingdom with Richard’s dead body in her hands. No one knew what had happened. The queen said nothing and the people of Alynthia, in their grief and rage, turned on her. They blamed her. And the alliance between their kingdoms shattered like glass underfoot. But Zenobia didn’t care about politics anymore. She had only one goal, to find out who had taken her Richard from her.

“Current’s worse than it looks. Also, Karina says, “ wringing water from his sleeve, “don’t screw this up.” I roll my eyes. “Right, is that the message?” “No,” He takes a deep breath. “This is: The Lake to the south is under attack. Take half the army to the north barricks and half to the southern strong point. Queen LippenVolt sends her regauards for the valant.” My brow lifts. “Are we roleplaying?” I say, already tucking my shirt into my belt. “Why is so long? Who is Queen LippenVolt?”

Pathetic bitches! I brushed past her shoulder, intending to leave, but her hand shot out, blocking my way. “Where do you think you’re going when Queen Bee Francesca isn’t done with you?” one of her dolls snapped, glaring at me. Queen Bee?. I almost laughed. What was this, a cliché high school movie? Francesca tilted her head, her smile calm and cold. “You still wear that perfume, huh?” Her voice dropped low, almost teasing. “Do you miss him?”

The Queen posted—first time in five years! [The Queen is back, everyone!] [Crest? As in Crest Finance? She’s spoken—buy now!] Notifications ticked into the thousands. Mirena stared at the screen for a long moment, then locked her phone and exhaled slowly. Approval washed over her—not pride, not relief, but certainty. Then, she glanced down at the box by her feet and sighed. “Poor thing,” she murmured. “You died in vain.” Bending down, she picked it up carefully.