Bloody Queen Idv Novels & Stories

"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

tears forced their way from his eyes and he hugged him so tight as if he was hugging an adult. Jasmine didn’t know when tears fell from her eyes too. She was in a terrible state hearing Dominic’s statement and looked like she was the one trying to separate them. She believed nothing could happen to Rob with the Vampires when she would be their queen. Her mind became more resolved and determined. Her tears began to dry away and she used the wipe Rob rejected to clear the leftover of them.

He then turned to me and smiled again “My Queen,” then his eyes closed and his body went limp. “No!” I screamed. I couldn’t accept it. I refused to believe that there was nothing I could do. I was supposed to be the all powerful queen and yet one of my oldest friends was dying in my arms. Dayna looked up to say something and screamed. I followed her gaze to behind me and saw Malcolm bearing down on me, a dagger in his hand and pure evil in his eyes. I tried to turn to defend myself, but I still had Adam on me and my movements were too slow. I closed my eyes and braced myself for the impact that would undoubtedly end my own life. When I heard a surprised yelp.

“The prophecy.” Silence followed that word immediately. Even through the wall I could feel the tension shift. Then another witch snapped softly, “Not this again.” “No,” the first replied calmly. “Listen to me carefully before dismissing it.” Something moved strangely beneath my skin the second she said that. I swallowed hard and kept listening. “Before the eclipse,” the witch whispered carefully, “the Queen of the Night will reveal herself. A creature born of fang, blood, and magic. One body carrying all three.”

The tension in the room spiked, both of them got engaged in a staredown, either of them was ready to back down. Well, it should really be an interesting ride here. If not anyone, these two would be really entertaining. Just as I was about to interrupt them, a warrior ran into the room, panting hard. “Your majesty, the Queen!” He yelled. “What happened to her? Where is she?” Thorne bombarded him with questions, his eyes grew red. “She’s outside. It seems she’s infected with that virus.” That was all the guy could say before Thorne ran out of the room with Dominic right behind him.

With an extra pep in my step, I begin my trek to a little boutique not too far from here. You see, today is Isolde’s 351st birthday. She thinks I don’t know, but I was able to get it out of Alaric. I haven’t brought it up and neither has she. For all I know she’s probably forgotten. I know she said she doesn’t celebrate it, but since her family were killed she’s had no one to celebrate it with or anyone to do anything for her on her birthday. That’s all about to change. Today I want her to feel like a queen. I want her to feel so deliriously happy today that she forgets all her problems. I just want her to have one good birthday for a change and after all her grieving lately, she needs some

Pannera's face returned to marble perfection while Batsheva tapped her long nails on the arm of her chair with irritating tick-tick-tick sounds. "I killed her, of course," Batsheva said. "Drained her blood and her power." A few of the vampires on her side shifted, a thin wave of unease reaching me. Not all support their new Queen it seems, my vampire sent. Batsheva ignored their reactions, spreading her arms wide as she swept to her feet, golden gown in frothing layers a perfect match for the rich shade of her hair, though the fact she was falling out of the front made me a little nauseous. "I now reign as Queen of the Moromonds."

It started with war pleaded with tears and ends with blood Once upon a time there lived an Alpha King named Alejandro king, he was ruthless and stern, he ruled the werewolf kingdom with an iron fist. The werewolf king had a mate, our queen, Ivory King. Our queen was unable to produce us an heir. After year and years of trying Queen Ivory begged her younger sister Alovia who was a Davister witch for the fruit of the womb but Alovia refused.

The nineteen-year-old just began last two weeks. Time and again, whistlings rang out among the men chugging down their beer, and the rest of the time was an S or B or W word being thrown around. "Fucking whore!" A man right at the front row spat. Ivy gave him the middle finger, smoky eyes giving away her hate for all of her audience. She felt proud. Tamara dug into her bag on the bar counter in front of her and pulled out a mirror and lipstick; guided by her reflection, she began to reapply the punk hue to her lips.

"Wearing a crown. Coiled around a broken sword." Varek took one slow step back. Boots bolted to the floor. "That line is dead," Varek said. The words came out like gravel. "The Sovereign King and his wife burned in the Sector Four sweeps. Ten years ago. There was no child." "The girl is twenty," Tor said. Voice coming back now. Harder. Like he'd made a decision. "She grew up in Sector Four. She fights with the Sovereign form... you saw it yourself in the hallway. And her father isn't hiding from a shipping debt." Something moved in Tor's face. Something complicated and old and guilty. "He's a Royal Guard. He's been keeping her buried in the outer rim for ten years to keep her breathing."