Cal Red Queen Novels & Stories

"Signing that contract for you was me doing you a favor. What, you were the one who didn't want it, and now you're changing your mind and want to be my bride again?" I frowned. The heir to the Castillo family was this dim. I'll have to tell Grandpa when I get back to do less business with them. Victoria, hearing this, gave a smug smile and turned to Marcus, saying respectfully, "The wedding still needs to happen. Since Miss Aria doesn't want this position, why not give it to someone else?" The next second, the lounge door opened. A young woman in a champagne-colored dress walked in. She was beautiful, no doubt. Blonde hair, blue eyes, her features as perfect as a doll's.

At once, both men kicked backwards to give her more room. She was absolutely stunning, her tail the color of coral, all pinks and oranges and yellows. Her scales sparkled in the light of the nearby dancing orbs. Her bodysuit was elaborate, decorated in many dozens of small shells and gemstones. The decoration continued up through her long hair, merging into the tall crown she wore. Her crown was the tallest of any other in the room. Yet even if she hadn’t have been wearing it, from her regality and her poise, I would have known this merfolk woman was the Queen.

“Before I tell you, you must know that whatever the outcome, one thing is for certain. I will go down in flames or die trying to save us. We need to take every risk necessary to reach our endgame.” “And what exactly is our end game here, Leo?” Since the moment I first saw her, I have concealed a dark secret behind the facade of trying to be her hero. The heart of the now-defiant Queen may belong to someone else... But the truth is, Zeynep Volkov belongs to me and I will reduce cities to soot and ash to claim what is rightfully mine. No matter what it takes. I'll make her mine. If I have to wait... Kill for her... Slay her dragons... I will.

Alpha Trent was the one to step forward this time. “Stupid question get’s stupid answer. Tread carefully Alpha.” I said. “When you win then you will automatically become the Queen. I guess I’m just curious as to what you have planned for afterwards?” He shrugged. “Let’s just get threw this fight first shall we. The king might just kill me and then you’re question is then invalid.” I said. Damn that’s the second time I’ve been asked that. You’d think I would’ve thought about it by now.

I look at her, wondering why she’s so happy to see me even though I have no clue who she is. “Your Highness,” Eric says, bowing his head. All the color drains from my face as my eyes widen in terror—a redhead Queen. There is only one person she could be. “Hello, princess,” Ava, the Queen of Witches, says, her voice dripping with a sinister sweetness. Her lips, painted in a bold red hue, stretch into a big grin, revealing pearl-white teeth. Clad in a red pantsuit that matches her lipstick, with black heels adding a touch of elegance, she exudes an air of confidence and power. One look at her and it’s evident that red is her favorite color.

The last day of the festival was opened by Rosanna, and she, like nearly every other Queeness, dressed in the Royal Fafner family colors of red, gold and grey. Her dress was of smooth glittering red silk that was adorned with gold. And a pale grey scattering of jewelry glinted off her body as she danced. Thankfully she didn’t embarrass herself like some of the other Queeness’ and actually stuck to her family’s Pride Dance. But the dress itself was enough to wonder what was going on in that head of hers.

Valia’s scream tore from her throat until it fractured into hoarse silence, and even the dragons in the crowd recoiled. Huverdra rose from his seat, golden aura flickering. “Enough, Segrenry—” But the Red Queen only laughed, wild and hollow. “You wanted mercy for her?” she smirked. “Here is mercy.” her voice dropped, an icy low. She drew her ceremonial dagger and dipped it into the pot of dragonsbane beside her. The metal shimmered with a venomous sheen, deadly and deliberate. Then she began.

Queen Elena was the same age as Kira, she was beautiful and graceful, a pure definition of a perfect Queen. Her expression was soft and always filled with warmth, Kira hoped that they will be able to get along in the future, she liked the Queen a lot. Kira was thinking too much that she didn't realize they had arrived in front of the Queen's Chambers. Sera knocked on the door and soon received a small reply to come in. The Queen's room was decorated in blood red, the curtains, bed sheets, carpets, and even furniture were of the same color, the blend of red was a bit chilling because it gave off a dark vibe. The Queen smiled at Kira when she walked in.

Not again. The lead horse broke fully into view, a mighty black steed draped in golden armor, its mane braided with crimson thread. It moved like a shadow with fire beneath its hooves and atop it sat a woman they had not expected to see so soon. Queen Rose. She looked like a goddess of war. Golden armor gleaming against her pale skin, every plate engraved with curling designs of thorned roses. Her wild red curls whipped in the wind and a crimson cape fluttered behind her like blood-streaked fire.

"Look at the page. Not the black ink. Look at my light." She leaned in. She squinted, her amber eyes searching. "I see... shapes? They look like they are moving." "They are the Ghost Script," I whispered. "Listen to me, Raven. We were wrong. All of us. Dominic with his books, with his rituals... we saw what we feared. We didn't see what was true." I explained it to her. I told her about Ondra and Kala. I told her that the First Queen was a woman of love, not a woman of blood.