Arachnid Queen Novels & Stories

Gronta glanced his eyes at Matthew for a second. "Hmm, I suppose you're right. We may need to have a proper discussion about this." Guinevere spoke as if she was siding with Gronta, but her very light smile said otherwise. "By the way, I noticed a certain familiar spider in the group. Do you remember me, Theraphosa Arachne?" Almost everyone was surprised to hear Guinevere mentioned that name. None of them had thought that the elf queen and Theraphosa knew each other. "Of course, your highness.” Theraphosa said while bowing her head.

They heard the King and Queen of Asteria had chosen to pass on having one of their children enter the Hunters Competition, so the Hunters had skipped going through their kingdom, and was instead heading north, towards their village. "They're due to arrive by nightfall Father! I'm sure I'll be the one they pick. After all, I am the best of our family." Her eldest brother Seth's voice was clearly heard as she worked in the kitchen with her mother and younger sister Cerise. Carrying three plates into the dining room, she placed them down, one in front of her father, the other two in front of Seth and second oldest brother, Sebastian. Her mother and Cerise came out with the rest of the plates, o

They all formed a closed circle around me so they could all hear me. “Ok I know they have one of the warriors on their team but it’s going to be ok. You know how I know?” I asked and they all shook their heads. “Because I’m the Queen remember? And you and you and you are all queens, and all you boys are the alphas.” I started to see smiles appear on across their faces. “Now last time I checked, Queens and Alphas outrank warriors right?” “YEAH!” They all shouted together.

His only hope of escape is defeating the Dragon Queen. Few minutes later after Allan steps into the door. A huge red spider glow from the dark approaching the weak demi-humans. The spider walks above the stony ceiling when the demi-human knight sees the spider. They muster their strength to fight, drawing their swords. The approaching gigantic spider accompanied by different spiders of different sizes. They began to attack the knights who were keen on protecting prince Screven, I open the door and there she was, swinging her sword with a ferocious vigor as usual. She looks at me.

Melinda gave a smile coated with venom before she went in the direction of her suit. After the viper had left, I turned to the other woman in the room. Tall, slender, with sharp facial features, and hip length wavy auburn hair, she emitted power no matter what skin she wore. Just because she’d decided to wear a stark white jacket on top of a blue knee length pencil skirt, didn’t mean she was harmless. No, Incubus Queen Jalyna Eustis was a force to reckon with, and it was proven when she became the Queen by marrying our King very soon after the death of her first husband, Ace’s father, Vivian Turner.

After breakfast, Darina reported for her training, and the queen greeted her with a bitter smile, ready to humiliate her. "My dear, I see Royal etiquette has already overwhelmed you since you’ve started dining only at the pack house." "Not at all, Your Majesty. I simply want to understand the pack better." "Very well," the queen said through gritted teeth. "Surely you didn’t manage to read all the books I sent you." "I read them all." "Great," the queen said, clearly surprised but unconvinced. "Then I hope you don’t mind a little quiz. What was the name of the first werewolf queen?" "Gaia."

My body—now adorned in silks and jewels, my skin aglow, my eyes steady—looked like that of a woman meant to rule. “And this…” Queen Ariath continued, tucking the hairpin she had been holding all along into the bun at the back of my hair, “I should have given it to you yesterday, but we were too occupied. It’s our ancestral hairpin, passed from the old queen to the new one.” She took my hand, her lips curling into a warm, beautiful smile. “You’re not just beautiful, Thalina—you’re perfect. You’ll make a great queen.” “Yes!” Vaelora agreed, joining her mother beside me. “Let us be the first to bow to you, our beloved queen.” She lifted the hem of her gown gently and stepped back a little. “Sha

I had been seven or eight, asking why wolves sometimes spoke to me in dreams. “Promise me,” she said, “that you’ll remember. When darkness comes, when you feel lost and alone, remember that you carry the blood of queens.” Blood of queens. Luna bloodline. It clicked with terrifying clarity. I wasn’t just human. I never had been. The revelation surged through me, a wave I no longer resisted. The whispers became distinct, coherent, urging me: Use it. Use what you are. I rose slowly, legs steady despite the energy surging inside me. The tingling in my hands intensified; when I looked down, I gasped. My skin glowed faintly, silvery light pulsing with my heartbeat.

"It's building something and asking someone to keep it with you. I'm not collecting anything tonight, Zariah. Debts are dead. Your hand is your own. I'm on my knees in front of everyone who ever wanted you gone, asking for the one thing that can't be taken, or bought, or collected." The box opened. The whole ballroom made a sound. "Marry me," I said. "Be my queen because you choose to. Say yes, and say no, and I'll still build you a hundred clinics and stand behind them where I scare the clients. But God help me, woman-" and my voice cracked, once, in front of four hundred people, my voice, cracking "-please say yes." Zariah’s POV