Black Queen Marvel Novels & Stories

She gave a small gasp as her green eyes met his blazing blue ones, ‘How do you feel now my little Zaya’ He asked and she licked her dry lips forcing her feelings for him down inside her and locking them away tightly she did her best to wriggle away from him, ‘You, you, you are.’ She stuttered wide-eyed and he saw she was afraid of him now her hand was shaking as she pointed at him, ‘Yes. I am the Bratva Pakhan, you know now and I will no longer hide who I am.’ He said lifting his head and keeping eye contact he was making no apologies, ‘Are you afraid of me little Zaya?’ She looked back at him biting her lip to stop it from trembling, ‘You’re the Mafia’

She was angry at being summoned. “I need your help, Goddess.” “Why should I help you?” I gave this question some thought for a moment before I came to an answer. “Because if you do not, your people will be in danger…” This seemed to spike her interest. A perfectly formed brow arching at the statement. “Speak.” This was all she needed to say. She was a Goddess after all. Her presence alone was enough to command armies. “I am Melinda Black. Wife of the Wolf King, and the last surviving heir to the Walker coven dynasty. I am sure you are aware of what this means.”

Unfortunately, she was caught red-handed by Alpha King Alaric and his council of Elders who had been strolling nearby. Beta Prime Marcus was the head of all officials, second only to the King. His influence shook the very foundations of the pack. For his precious daughter to be publicly humiliated and nearly killed—he demanded blood. He demanded justice to quell the rage in his heart. But Serena Blackwood was special. Even the Alpha King had to yield three steps to her. To be precise, the King was yielding to her grandfather, the legendary Alpha Magnus.

She disappeared into darkness. I leaned back, closing my eyes as the mountain hummed around me. Aria Blackwood. Queen. Weapon. Mother. Soon, she would kneel—not to me, but to necessity. And when she did— The world would break open. ---

“That Queen Obelia is indeed a black witch. Then she will try to add followers in the same way. It is a threat to the peaceful life of man on Earth.” “Could she have done all this alone?” asked Queenie. “One black magician’s strength is equivalent to a hundred ordinary magicians. You compare yourself.” Hearing Argo’s explanation, Queenie remained with a cold face. In her head, she began to make plans. Worry began to appear on King Darian’s face. Meanwhile, Zetoma’s face was getting cloudy. The Kingdom of Bright River was stronger with Queenie, an army of dragons and hollymere creatures. However, the threat they faced was getting stronger as well. It was not just about fighting for or defendi

Just looking at us. “We just came to check on you,” my mother said softly, placing her hand over mine. The touch should have comforted me. Instead, my chest tightened. “Thank you, Mom,” I said quietly with a gentle smile. She nodded, then straightened slightly, her tone shifting, subtle, but unmistakable. “You must always remember who you are,” she began. “Serena Blackwood, daughter of an Alpha. The future queen of this kingdom. You carry not just your own name, but the honor of your pack and family.”

But they'd forgotten what it felt like to stretch in a smile. Her name was Jerika Krester - the powerful Alpha Queen that was a terror to many.

In a hall with scarce lighting, the black tiles shimmered softly, a long oak table sat in the middle of the hall and up ahead was an imposing throne with intricate designs made with red rubies. Alpha Jake sat calmly on the throne with a dark face that had a rather frightening long scar that ran from his forehead to his hairline. His Gamma, Emerson stood quietly beside the throne. " What did you just say" Alpha Jake's voice bellowed in anger. " We've been infiltrated and we lost two guards" the messenger's voice trembled with fear.

I murmured, half asleep, smiling against his ribs, warm all the way through. "My queen," Malik said, quiet, into my hair, like a thing he'd known for a long time and had only now earned the right to name. "My queen of chaos. If you'll have the crown. If you'll take a gray careful kingdom and a man who's still learning how to be a person and a whole city full of people who used to be ordered to fear you, and stand next to it all, not under it, and make it yours too." I lay very still against him, and felt the enormous thing his voice was circling, and decided, being who I was, to make him work for the shape of it.

Amelia says, her interest clearly piqued. “You see, my animai is Isolde Laurier, intended High Priestess of the makkari,” I announce confidently. Black Thunder to my right, has his eyes blowing wide in astonishment, but Chris snarls and immediately moves Mei behind him, “What the fuck did you just say?” “Chris! Stand down!” Amelia shouts, her turquoise eyes glowing and an intense energy coming over the room. He looks at her incredulously, “Did you not hear what she said?”