Bloody Queen Idv Novels & Stories

Inside the neatly furnished hut, two women were in a susurrant mouth to mouth discussion, "Do you honestly believe that plan will work?" one of the women said to the other. "Of course it'll surely work, my queen." "Good! That damn bitch. Did she actually believe she could go Shot-free? How bold! Humph. Let's watch and see what she's going to do now that I've already decided to hurt her. After this I'm sure she'll advise herself, to never, in her miserable life, offend me again." Raging, wth fiery murderous eyes, and swollen snake-like facial muscles, queen Idia spoke.

"I-i think you are the one overthinking it, Ash. Everyone is apparently involved and delighted with how the Queen is winning to care about such obscenity." I grunted and lugged back, huffing, "Perhaps, it's in my head, it won't still stop me from having a chat with the rogue concerning his true intentions." "...and now, as we have all seen, our dear Queen have proven herself a warlock by defeating every member of the nude and blue group. Now, who among the RED group, thinks she is worthy of facing a woman of this notoriety?" The rogue’s voice drummed dramatically through the air.

“You should have done your research beforehand. Perhaps you won’t fail stealing from another mafia.” He grunted. “Who are you?” She finally withdrew her gun and squatted down to his level. The confidence of this woman was beyond me. “Allow me to introduce myself. La regina. The queen of the mafia.” His chuckle was taunting yet with desperation. “There is no queen in the mafia.”

And the true mate bond with Darius called to her like a siren song from the future summit. She dressed for the day in another elegant gown, the perfect Luna mask firmly back in place. But inside, the queen was rising. The whispers in the dark had only just begun.

Ivana’s face twisted. She looked like she wanted to slap me. To scream. To spill poison. But she didn’t. Instead, she spun toward the door like she couldn’t bear to stay in the room where she was losing control. She yanked it open and stormed out without looking back. Her shoulders were high. Her head lifted. Her arrogance and pride slid back over her like a shield. And just like that, the queen was back. The tears were gone. The vulnerability erased. Only pride remained, sharp and untouchable.

Her footsteps were slow, deliberate, every breath measured. The snow underfoot crunched like brittle bone. They reached the main square, where the village bell tower stood crooked, dusted in frost. A bloodstain marred its base. Elira’s eyes swept the houses—windows shuttered, doors ajar. Then movement. A shadow slipped behind one of the cottages. Elira raised her hand. The others froze. She moved forward alone. “Who’s there?” she called. “This is Queen Elira of the Lycan Dominion. You are under royal protection. Come forward.”

"I have no interest in whatever happened on your side. So you do not need to be so nervous. I contacted you for only one reason. You need to speed up the war against Holtrien. Winning or losing is not important, but there's a special individual you must investigate thoroughly." Azrael was startled. "Your Majesty, please enlighten me." Silvio paused for a moment, then said coldly, "The progenitor of the Dark Clans, the Vampire Queen, came to see me. Not just me. The emperors of the other two empires also received notice. "The Vampire Queen believes that someone has awakened within Holtrien who poses a fatal threat to her. She's deeply unsettled right now. Or rather, she's afraid. She has stro

The Nexum——the ritual union of the fated mates under the blood moon. The nocturnal cast an enflamed glow through the cave enough for me to see the woman in front of me. Her wavy blonde hair was like a curtain sheathing the night while her whole form spoke elegance. Against shadows and light, Val's presence trembled my existence and I could feel her lascivious passion towards me as she lifted her hand on my face, touching my skin lightly. Her eyes shone like a pair of Aquarius gemstones, decreasing my tenacity from her dominance. Those gaze of desire was determined to own me and I certainly wanted to be possessed as long as it was her. I couldn't deny this bond between us anymore, for it was

the queen uttered and looked at her son before turning to Agnella. “If anyone comes to you and doesn't smell like me or Draven, don't go with them or trust them. Draven has my scent just like the rest of my children therefore you can recognize them that way. Thank goodness Jamarion came in time,” The queen sighed. “I am going to kill that bitch, cut her throat, and have her dangling on the flags outside the palace,” Draven growled, his hands folded tightly. The queen placed her hands on the side of his arm and gently caressed it.

I shook my head as I pulled my phone out and watched her and Heth come into the house and make some lunch. She had developed into a beautiful woman. Her long black hair hung down to her perfect ass. She had put some red highlights in it and I loved it. She stood at five eight but she was the perfect height for me. Her eyes though they really caught your attention. They were like the perfect shade of blue I have ever seen. When I stared into them I have to pull myself back or I would be lost in them. I closed the app on my phone and put it back in my pocket. Heth truly was the only person I did trust with her. He knew my dirty little fantasy's about making her mine. I knew he would protect he