Bloody Queen Idv Novels & Stories

"My husband died and that girl hid his body and death certificate. Ivy, I didn't want her to marry your son because she's evil." Ivy didn't know how she held it all in. She hadn't spoken to Queenie since the day Abigail got married to Tony. Seeing her true colours now, she wondered what made them friends before. "How is she evil?" Queenie looked left and right. This was her chance. "Did she tell you she was infertile?" Ivy stiffened slightly. "She won't because she secretly wants to end your lineage. I was just saving you from it all. My daughters are very fertile but it's too late now isn't it?" She pressed her lips together, letting Ivy know that she had good reasons for not wanting Abigai

[Faye/Morgana] "Let our queen go," Queenie threatens firmly as she calmly pulls a long syringe from within a large white bag hanging across her chest. The syringe is full of a strange green fluid that glows a faint blue in the candlelight. "This is a concentrated dose of the toxin he breathed when opening the box of flowers I placed on your doorstep. I will put this in his IV if you do not stop," she grins toothily, giddy with power, "Right now."

Dad asked. "I think someone deleted the remaining footage" "Oh my God! This isn't good..Why will the bloody queen come to your house? " Mr.Richard asked. "I..I..I..I'm also confused" dad stuttered..This is the first time I've seen dad stuttering.. "Who the hell is this bloody queen?"I asked.. "The bloody queen is death herself..But I think she only kills those who has wronged her,probably in the past" Mr.Richard explained..

Without thinking, she let her sword talk and decapitated his head. That was the first body she had decapitated in that fight. He wasn’t one for much violence, but she was going to let the blood flow and the heads roll in this case. “I am the Blood Queen,” she muttered to herself. “Wife of the most powerful being in all kingdoms. I am not weak. And I would prove myself to you today, that I am not a person you should take lightly.”

My mate says his oath, to protect and love me for the rest of his life. Another priest brings out a knife and a white shining bowl with the queen's crown along with him, he picked up the crown and held it high for everyone present to see. The priest wore the crown on my head and proclaim me the queen, he hangs the knife over me. "I, Queen Mia Divas Blake, the queen of the cold blood pack solemnly swear by my blood that I will protect my people from danger and from Ill fate people who bring danger and threatens to my kingdom and my people" I speak loudly as I cut my palm.

I couldn't keep her gaze, I lowered my head looking down, I was very restless. She surprised me with a laugh, which made me look up. She smiled, but did not approach me, and said “Nice to meet you, Moriah, I am Drickblood, the queen of this place." with her sharp nail, she pointed at her head showing me a beautiful and magnificent silver crown. Something in me did not like seeing her with it, I knew I had seen it somewhere, but my head was blank.

"As you stated, I am not yet his mate. But that is a temporary state. I am the future queen of the Blackthorne Bloodmoon pack. I do not tolerate common wolves sniffing around my territory. I want you to vanish from Idris’s sight." I lick my lips, my eyes dancing with a dangerous, dark amusement. "So, you are attempting to bribe me to abandon the Alpha King?" "Your salary as a coroner is a pittance, is it not? I will grant you five million. Leave Idris, sever all links to his pack, and never allow your scent to cross his path again." She pauses, her fingers twitching. "If five million is not enough to quench your greed, name your price."

The war came faster than blood dries. By the third dawn after the blood moon feast, the eastern horizon bristled with torches. Queen Isolde Valcour—mother to the dead princess, widow of a hundred battles—had not waited for confirmation. She had felt the bond sever, felt her daughter’s soul ripped from flesh, and she had answered with steel and starvation.

“Why do you say that?” Linhua thinks back to the Queen’s reaction when she saw the blonde’s face, and shakes her head. As if her trouble thoughts are making her thirty, she lifts the cup and drowns the rest of the drink inside. “The Queen is obsessed with her,” she says a little too loudly. The door opens just as the words leaves her mouth, and Linhua flies to her feet, while choking on her spit. She stares wide-eyed at the Queen who just emerged from the inner chamber.

The possessed Layla let out another chilling laugh. “She only defeated your pathetic Evelyn because I allowed her to tap into my power! She is mine! Her will is subservient to mine! She is merely a shell, a puppet on my strings!” “No!” I shouted, dodging another brutal assault, feeling the familiar sting of energy as she clawed at my arm, her touch burning like ice. “She’s not! She’s Layla Bloodwood, Luna Queen of the Bloodwood Pack, and she belongs to no one but herself, and to me!” My heart ached, a deep, crushing sorrow settling over me. I couldn’t keep fighting her. Not like this. This wasn't a battle against an enemy; it was a battle against my own soul. Each block, each parry, felt lik