THE LAST QUEEN
YA High Fantasy
Elian is a sixteen-year-old Human enslaved by Wolfmen in the dangerous and unforgiving Darklands. He is not expecting his life to change when he attends the wedding of his master Theron, son of the Wolfman leader, to the Elven princess Araminta. He couldn’t be more wrong.
In the Darklands, Elves and Wolfmen have been at war for thousands of years, and Humans have been serving them for even longer. Already an endangered species, the Free Humans from the southern White Plains don’t look kindly on the new alliance between their powerful neighbors. As they strike and turn the wedding feast into a bloodbath, the two ruling castes are annihilated and Elian chooses to save Theron and his fascinating young wife. On the morning of the Red Night, the Darklands awaken to death and desolation. Swept away by the war and its aftermath, Elian is torn between his desire for freedom and his allegiance to his former master. In a land now ruled by a Human king and where everyone worships the new God of Light, it is ultimately his love for Araminta that will decide his fate.
Araminta is the last Elven queen, yet she is also the only one who has ever taken notice of him. But her mere existence is a threat to the Human king. For her, the race for survival has just begun and Elian will stop at nothing to protect her identity – and her life.
THE LAST QUEEN is a 110,000-word YA High Fantasy stand alone novel with series potential.
First 150 words:
The door slammed open behind Araminta and she felt a hand press against her mouth. A powerful force pinned her to her bed and she struggled, letting out a muffled moan.
The voice was just an urgent whisper, but she recognised the softness of Zelia’s tone somewhere behind it. The young woman was bent over her to lock gazes with her. Her husband was the one holding Araminta.
Araminta calmed down as she realised that the man against her was her brother. Kellan’s dark eyes were focused on the door as he was keeping her still and silent. It was only then that she heard the sounds. Outside her bedchamber, the Castle was under attack. Orders were being shouted, walls and doors smashed down, swords clashed against one another, horses whinnied in pain and people screamed or died at every corridor’s turns.
“Don’t talk,” Kellan mouthed before releasing her.