Bloody Queen Idv Novels & Stories

My mate swears to protect and cherish me for the rest of his life. Another priest appears with a knife and a white, gleaming bowl containing the queen's crown. He took up the crown and held it high for all to see. The priest places the crown on my head and crowns me queen. He dangled the knife over me. "I, Queen Mia Divas Elsher, queen of the blood moon pack, solemnly swear by my blood that I will protect my people from danger, as well as from ill-fated people who bring danger and threats to my kingdom and my people." As I slit my palm, I speak loudly.

She commenced enjoining her hands together in a clap, “I admire that you think your emotional and mind games can work on me, Zoraida. Since your other daughter is blind... you need a replacement which is me, isn’t it? Aren’t you ashamed? When would you ever learn?” In total confidence, the Queen walked over where her daughter spat. She folded her hands, displaying her tattoos and black paint which was embedded on her nails vividly. “Idiot.” The Queen spat. “You should be grateful I’m given you this spot finally. Do you have any idea of how many people are dying to be this? Have this power? Do you, huh?!”

I furrowed my brows, “what are you anyway, that you can keep a demon from leaving?” She giggled, “I’m Ivona the Queen of Vampires, he is Cornellius King of Demon’s we are as you humans say, soul mates,” she cackled, “well soulless soul mates.” I sat back down as my situation became clearer, I’m in the Vampire Queen’s lair with a bedbound Demon King as a patient and she is starving him to death, I’m totally screwed here. I was sold to her to boot by my self-proclaimed fated mate, so I don’t see anyone coming to my rescue. I took a deep breath, “Fine, I will have sessions with you Ivona, every night and watch Cornellius during the day, to ensure he is still alive.”

When Queenie accidentally touched the Hexbloom, Felix had to treat her immediately, leaving her in nothing but underwear due to the unusual circumstances. In that vulnerable state, he could not help but notice every detail of her body, including places he should not have seen. On Queenie's back, near her right shoulder, there was an intriguing tattoo that initially appeared to be a cobra's head but also resembled a skull upon closer inspection. The design was particularly striking with its red-inked edges, and Felix could not help but recall seeing it somewhere before.

My pride bled out with each hit. A hush swept over the gathered crowd. And then a new voice spoke. “That’s enough.” I looked up through blurred eyes. A tall woman strode forward, robed in dark green velvet, her silver jewelry glinting in the sunlight. Her gaze was sharp, calculating, deadly. She carried herself like royalty. She was the queen. She stopped in front of me, hands clasped behind her. Her mouth curled faintly. “River,” she said, her voice deceptively smooth. “You’ve truly gone mad this time, haven’t you?”

she whimpered as she exploded, digging her nails into his arm. He grunted, his body stiffening over hers, his fingers flexing against her neck, but not tightening enough to actually cause damage, proving to her that he knew exactly what he was doing all along. He cared too much about his precious queen to ever cause harm. Tears flooded her eyes as that thought filtered through her head while she floated down and the hot gush of semen bathed her cervix. She blinked the tears back so he wouldn't see them and think he'd hurt her. He must never think that.

As I opened the photo, I realized there were more words on the caption. “I don’t care if your Mother is Nicole Parker, who is known as the Queen of Bullies back in the day. I will have my man away from your claws and paws. Just watch and see!” I frowned. I could not believe what I was reading. So, I leaned back to check the words clearly from a good distance, afraid my eyes were playing with me. I looked at the text sideways. I tried blinking my eyes after giving them a good rub. But the results did not change!

Third, and most importantly, you will not interfere with my personal life or who I choose to see. "I might be willing to sell my body, but I will never sell my life. And I will never, ever sell my freedom." Laughter rippled through the surrounding crowd of wealthy spectators. Everyone thought I had lost my mind spending ten million dollars just to bring home an impossible queen I would have to serve and indulge. Faced with her outrageous demands and blatant audacity, I didn't so much as frown. I walked over to her calmly. Ignoring the heavy scent of blood clinging to her body, I slowly raised my hand and stopped over the left side of her chest.

When the second body falls to her feet, she looks up at me, blood dripping down her chin, and her eyes slowly returning to her normal colours, though the red one only changes by a shade or two. “She’s a vampire?” We both turn to face the cell and I smirk at Xavier, “she’s a tribrid.” He scoffs, and all three of them shake their heads in disbelief. Aurora wipes the blood from her face with the back of her hand and glares at all of them. “I’m also your queen, so show me some fucking respect.” Fucking Nyx, she’s perfectly terrifying. Xavier’s pupils dilate in horror under her hardened gaze and the other two shrink back, avoiding her eyes.

Celine, is not an ordinary werewolf. She is constantly locked away and hidden and eventually sold. When the pack that buys her kidnaps the prince, Celine finally finds her escape. She uncovers that she does have a wolf, but it was shielded with magic, and not only that but she's a hybrid. The king and prince feel like there is more to her. There's constantly a strong sense of magic, and enchantment around her. King Sebastian is shocked to find out she is his mate, and vows to protect her, only that becomes hard when they uncover, Celine is in fact the missing Queen Goddess. She's not just a werewolf, but a fae, mermaid and everything else combined into one. That though isn't Sebast