Romans & histoires Criminal Minds Black Queen

Too wide. From her throat poured a guttural, inhuman shriek. And the shadows answered. --- Dozens of villagers emerged from behind homes, from alleyways, from beneath snow-covered carts. Men. Women. Children. All of them smiling. Eyes black. Skin pallid. And all of them screaming without breath. Elira’s blood ran cold. “Shields up! Hold formation!” The first wave struck like a nightmare. The corrupted villagers attacked with claws and teeth, inhumanly fast, eyes void of anything but hunger. But the queen’s guard did not falter. Swords met flesh. Shields broke bone.

Her mind raced with every horror story whispered about Mrs Dylan's ruthlessness. “You are pregnant for my son.” The statement wasn't a question; it was a gavel coming down in a silent courtroom. Chelsea blinked, her breath coming in shallow hitches. For a moment, neither of them spoke. An accusation? A threat? “No…” Chelsea started instinctively. “Don’t you dare lie to me,” Queen warned, her voice low and dangerous. She tilted her glasses down just enough for Chelsea to see the predatory sharpness in her eyes. “I have known your kind from the moment I saw you.”

Dark's POV “She is also the reason our armed support never arrived. She fcking blocked our men, bud. She’s a psychopath. Imagine this: she has a puppet just like you. Please, be careful with her, bud. We don’t know what else she’s planning. All I know is that she wants to be your fcking Queen. She will do everything, bud.” After hearing those words, my mind exploded with fury. I wanted to kill someone. I had hired investigators to look into what happened that night, only to discover that the real suspect had been right beside me all along. She wanted to play a game?

"The Northern Deadlands belong to the one person Adrian fears." My wolf growled. I asked the question nobody wanted to ask. "Who?" Kael looked directly into my eyes. "The Black Queen." The silver mark on my chest burned. And somewhere far away My sister screamed my name. "GENA!"

Adrian’s face was the last thing she saw before darkness took her. And then, everything went black. Nicholas’s POV Nicholas paced the length of his office like a caged predator, the silence doing nothing to quiet the chaos inside his mind. He hadn’t been able to shake the feeling gnawing at his gut since early that morning. Something was off. Too quiet. He had Isaac’s funeral burned into his memory—each word he’d spoken at the grave, each promise of vengeance echoing in his head—but now there was something else clawing at his focus.

Bohdana asked. “Keep up with this life. I recently woke up and I don’t know if I am changing for the good,” she said. Bohdana saw the sadness in her eyes and said, “It’s a survival game. If you can’t get rid of his bitches, he’ll give the power you have to one of them, then you’ll be under the ground.” She didn’t need to ask any more questions in order to know that she needed to own the title of Queen. The Bardi Mafia’s Donna.

The date they were appointed as the boss and died was written below none of them were overthrown except one who was overthrown by his aunt in 1921, and after that he began seeing women take the position of been the boss, he finally reached the last photo and was shocked by whom he saw. Monalisa sat graciously on the chair he had seen other bosses sitting, she was younger and vibrantly smiled, and the smile not forced but real, other bosses smiled to but it looked unreal. He looked under the photo and saw something that literally blew his mind. ‘Monalisa Del-A-Cruz, mafia queen from 2018-till date’. ‘Oh my god’ Jeremy muttered still shocked by what he read.

I raise my voice slightly while he trembles. "It's a Mafia case! Your specialty." He snaps back earning a scrowl from me. "Even though..." I trail off running my fingers through my hair in annoyance. I can't even get some rest?! I needed a fucking vacation! "I'm sure you'd like this case. It involves the famous Mafia Queen." He pressed on and my ears perk up at the sentence. "You mean Arianna?" "Yes." Arianna Romano. The deadliest and the most terrifying woman in the whole of America. She's so mysterious no one has ever seen her face. Be it covering up with a veil or wearing a mask, she makes sure her identity is hidden whenever she's out killing people.

It's better this way. "Anyway, I have a suggestion of how you should find this Queen" He changes the subject and I relax a bit. I grab my glass of water from the table and drain the damn whole thing in one go. Fuck. I hate thinking about it. "Tell me" I mumble giving him my attention. "You have heard of the underworld queen, yeah?" he smirks, raising his eyebrows and I nod. "Of course, everyone in the business has heard about her,"

“Completely untrue. There are no Uncivil in England. These rumors stem from an accident that occurred in Dartmoor last year involving a mass panic ritual. It has long been sorted out.” As we reached the floor, I realized that the first voice belonged to a blonde man at a typewriter. He sat at a small table, and furiously typed the queen’s words as she spoke them. I could not completely see the queen herself. A screen covered up what I presumed to be a bath, showing nothing more than a silhouette of the top half of her body. Her bottom half was submerged. The guard cleared his throat. “Your Majesty, Maraina Blackwood is here to see you.”