Queen Blood Novels & Stories

Hazel said and queen Eden cut in. “I can’t believe my eyes!” queen Eden said as soon as she saw queen Caroline and Hazel. “King Rehoboth, why is this woman dressed in royal apparel?” queen Caroline said and stood up from her chair. “Because she belongs to the royal family; she is the queen!” king Rehoboth said. “Are you kidding me?” queen Caroline said with glare.

The silence between us grew so loud and I just wanted to melt away. “You aren’t talking about that child he had with his first wife, are you?” The queen asked. “The daughter he had with Queen Emma?” Kendra asked. “Yes, Your Highness. That’s the one.” “Impossible,” the queen said again, her voice coming out in a whisper as she looked at me. “She was supposed to be dead… we thought she was….” Her voice trailed off and now when she looked at me, it was like she was seeing a ghost.

The room falls silent as everyone watches us stride across the pathway until we kneel directing in front of the ruling monarchs. “I assume you’ve finally answered our summons because you understand why you’re being charged with treason and conspiracy to commit regicide,” the Queen says, staring down her nose at us while her red-painted lips twist in a cruel smirk. Years of training are the only reason that the surprise doesn’t show on my face. I can’t look at Kaine to see if he succeeded in remaining stoic, but I assume he has even though it feels like new charges are being added by the minute. Regicide? I knew Kaine and the Queen had their differences, but I could never see him planning to

Alpha Trent was the one to step forward this time. “Stupid question get’s stupid answer. Tread carefully Alpha.” I said. “When you win then you will automatically become the Queen. I guess I’m just curious as to what you have planned for afterwards?” He shrugged. “Let’s just get threw this fight first shall we. The king might just kill me and then you’re question is then invalid.” I said. Damn that’s the second time I’ve been asked that. You’d think I would’ve thought about it by now.

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—

the mother in-law she hated with all her heart because she knew her plans to take over the family business after her son who was her husband died. “Yes, me,” Eleanor interrupted, her tone calm but ringing like iron. She took one deliberate step forward, then another, her emerald gown whispering against the polished marble. Each stride was slow, commanding, the fabric trailing behind her like the train of an empress. “Do you know what the problem with queens is?” She tilted her head, eyes gleaming under the light. “They believe their crowns are permanent. They forget the crown only exists as long as the court allows it.”

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

"Well, it's too late, Ma. Katherine has already met Eric. She kicks him. I like his personality, so Eric would be the next king, and that is final." She curls her hands into a fist, sucks in a deep breath and looks me dead in the eye. "You are forgetting that you work for me." I laugh, a very dry, humourless laughter. This woman must really think she is the British queen. I sit upright and look at her. “You know England has a queen. A royal family aside from the one that rules rugby?” I ask. “Yes, and?" “Can you kill the queen? Your queen?” “No. That would be treason and I would be sentenced."

Now it makes sense where he gets it from. After the death of his mother, when he was only fifteen, his father remarried twice after that before dying of liver failure at the age of 78, leaving him and his stepmother, stepbrother, and sister. Soon after that, he was crowned king and married Julie Worthington, the Duchess of Marlboro, after years of trying, they had their first son Henry William and then three years later they had Christopher James. In 2015, a new law was passed that once a royal king has reached the age of fifty, the throne has to be passed down to the oldest son. Four years later Henry was crowned and had to marry before his coronation which is set to happen in 4 months' tim

She held my arm. “I mean it when I say you’re better than all the other previous Queens— including me. Want to know why?” I nodded slowly. “Well, other Queens had their Kings beside them— they had their husbands make them Queens.” She said. “But you, on the other hand, are the first woman in the History of the Reignile Monarchical Succession pattern to sit on that Black and Scarlet Throne and lead the people without having a King beside her. And that’s what makes you better than the others.”