Arachnid Queen Novels & Stories

“Yes.” Lucian’s voice became cold. “Tell me.” Aethon looked at the child. “The first queen wasn’t Seraphina.” Amara’s eyes widened. “Then who was she?” Aethon pointed at her. “You.” Amara froze. “I was the first queen?” “Before Elarion.” He looked at Lucian. “And he was your king.” Lucian’s heart pounded. “Then what happened?” Aethon lowered his voice. “You refused the throne.”

I am the supposed to be crown snake queen and I know that. I have been blessed by Lord Shaghan as the queen . “ You mean all those stories that we have been watching in movies are true” she asks sounding serious for the first time which is not her character at all. “ yes, it seems I am going to be the next queen but I don't know any if it. I just woke up with my eyes blue which is the first step according to the movies. “ This is so incredible. I cannot believe you are going to be queen. Of course I will be beside you ” she says so happy but then pauses for a moment before adding “ But where is the snake kingdom ” she asks suddenly.

"Your loyalty is stunning, cari?o. You give it to a man that doesn't deserve it because you must. Because you promised and you know no other way. Now I am going to crush that man and turn your loyalty to me. You will become my queen. Mi Reina." Her heart sped up, pounding with each word. He was going to take her away from Ignacio, give her another cage, turn her into another version of her current self. Mafia wife. And she would hate him for it. She pushed back, shoving away from his chest to look him in the eyes. "No," she told him. "I won't be your queen."

With a mighty thrust of her sword she impaled the beast right in the middle of its multiple eyed head; another layer of slimy spatter. She heaved deep exhausted breaths. Fifteen spiders. It had been a significant nest with many larger specimens. The only thing left to do was find the queen, burn any egg sacs she carried, and destroy any future offspring the beasts hoped to spawn. Otherwise the next time she got hired to slay spiders it might be one hundred fifty instead of fifteen. When it came to giant spiders, there was one particularly large female that would lay a single, tightly packed cocoon of eggs. She was the queen of the nest. Killing the queen was a bonus payout since she was the

"No, we don't have that ability. Only the original can do that. She's the beginning of our kind anyway. They call her the Phantom Queen and she is eternal, at least that's what they say. She can manifest her essence in her chosen descendant throughout the centuries hence why they call her the Phantom——something that cannot be seen but she still remains in this world." "So she still exists up to this day? Where is she now?" I sighed, scooting closer and cuddled her on my side. "Nowhere. She'd been long gone since the War of the Triad began eight hundred years ago. Let's say we are indeed a 'cult'. And we were united before under the Phantom Queen Silva who was chosen by the Essence of the Ori

The very stone beneath their feet seemed to tremble beneath the force of it. Aliyah did not move. The Shaman lowered the crown and placed it gently on her head. The weight of it landed softly, but its meaning struck hard. Queen. When the Shaman stepped back, the silence shattered. The voices around her rose louder. A thousand howls joined as one. It was a cry of loyalty, a song of the old ways. Aliyah stood tall beneath it all, the crown gleaming against her dark hair. She was now Queen of the Lycans.

“Don’t bother, Emmeline. It won’t work.” My breath caught. What was she talking about? Why wouldn’t it work? Then I saw it. Her pupils had changed. No longer their usual red—they were glowing white. Pure, unnatural white. My stomach turned. “Blood… witch!” I screamed with what little strength I had. She smiled wickedly and bowed mockingly. “The one and only Queen of the witches of Arachne.” I froze. She’d been under our roof the entire time. Right under our noses.

My lips found the sensitive spot on her neck where my mark is, sucking and kissing, tasting the salt of our earlier sweat. Before she could protest, I rolled us so she was straddling me again, her thighs spread wide over my hips, that warm, slick heat of hers pressing right against my quickly hardening cock. She pushed lightly at my shoulders, but there was no real force behind it. “Adrian… I’m the queen. I don’t ignore my people.” I looked up at her, my hands sliding possessively up her sides, and felt a surge of pure pride swell in my chest.

She ran blindly, feet tangled in roots, branches slapping her face and arms, but she didn’t stop. Behind her, the snarls came again, closer now. Heavy paws struck the earth with a thundering rhythm. Aaron—no, the creature he had become—was hunting her. She darted left, then right, branches clawing her arms, hair snagging on jagged bark. Pain shot up her legs, her lungs burned, but the instinct to survive roared louder than fear. She could feel him behind her—smelling her, tasting the air she breathed. Then he caught her.

She says with a small giggle. "You will stop second guessing your abilities to lead and you will rule right beside your mate. That is an order." She jokes with a hint of seriousness. I nod and smile up at her. She holds her hand out and a golden staff apears. I immediately bow down and she dubs me Queen of werewolves by tapping the staff on both of my shoulders. "I now dub thee Mackenzie Roseline Lathen as Queen of werewolves and Luna of the royal pack. Do you accept?" She asks and I look up at her.