Criminal Minds Black Queen Novels & Stories

"I asked you for this, hours ago. Why are you degenerates so slow?" The first could feel her heart beating loudly. The fear was etched very clearly on her face. But she tried to calm herself as she looked at the queen. She had never had any memory of her reacting to her servants like that. Her recollections included her being kind to everyone. The more she studied, the more she felt that strange servant was right. The queen practiced black magic and dared to use it on the whole kingdom. She began to feel the hot anger course through her veins. She watched the neck of the queen studied the distance and how quickly it would take for her to carry the act. The queen was busy insulting her to not

I summoned the ruby fire, but instead of letting it burst outward, I channeled it into a shield around my thoughts. The presence recoiled, hissing with anger and pain. "Not this time," I growled, pushing back with everything I had. For a short second, I glimpsed through her eyes—a vast army of black-clad figures marching through the forest, vampires and wolves moving as one dark tide. At their head walked the Midnight Queen, her eyes shining like blood-soaked rubies. And beside her, a copper-haired young woman whose face matched my own. The link snapped as the Queen raised her mental shields, but not before I heard her whisper: "See you soon, sister."

"I've always been curious about who chose that name. Why Black Queen?" Picking up the knife on the table, I twirl it around in my hand "Because my heart is as black as coal. Have you seen the American show that goes by 'Once Upon a Time?' the evil queen who coincidentally goes by Regina too has a black heart. The difference between us is that I'm not trying to be good. I won't hesitate to stick this knife in your throat and watch as you take your last breath" "Why does that turn me on?"

I am a girl who is afraid to close her eyes because of the haunted nightmares I usually have, anytime i closes my eyes those nightmares always disturbs me. Those are not just nightmares, they are things that happened in the past. The past that made me a heartless and ruthless monster. Those nightmares reminds me of the pain and loss that i am going through. Those nightmares made me a ruthless monster whose name creates fear and havoc in the life of people. It gave me a new identity, above all it made me Queen of mafia. When will i ever be free from those nightmares? When will i ever be free from the painful and sad memories of that unfortunate day that ruined my life and that of my kid broth

The scent in the room thickened until it felt as if a thick cloud of smoke was engulfing every space in the room. "It doesn't matter what you say, we all know how this is going to end when you can not produce your mate, you murderer". The sting of being reminded of my mate made my blood boil. "You might get added to that death list soon if you don't watch your mouth, Black, and that is not a threat, it's a promise"

Illarion Black was now sitting opposite Queen Minerva. They looked at each other vengefully. The Queen's blue Netra flashed wide as if she wanted to kill the young man in front of her. The Black Prince replied with a gaze no less sharp and cold than his black bead as dark as night. It is no longer an open secret that the Black Prince hates the Queen. This is based on the dark story of the Prince's past, which is directly related to the Queen.

I didn't respond. "I heard he had a female companion who handled his operations over the past few months," Isaac continued, his voice dropping lower. "She was always in the shadows, and she was the one who handled things when he didn't want to be seen. We called her ‘La Vedova Nera’ or ‘The Black Widow’." He looked at me then, for the first time since he sat down as he said, "Is that you?" My jaw didn't move, and my eyes stayed on the water. He stared long enough to understand that he wasn't getting an answer. His frustration gathered at the corners of his mouth, but he swallowed it reluctantly.

Dominique managed to question him despite the searing pain oozing from every pore of his skin. Dylan tsked, “So many questions. All right this time I wouldn’t disappoint you. But we will go with the second part first, hmm. Now tell me have you heard about ‘The Black’?” Dominique quirked a brow at his absurd question. Nevertheless answered. “Of course, I know. He is the psychopathic Mafia Lord of America, Leader of the Night Stalkers.” He grated out. “Ouch,” Dylan feigned a hurt expression and placed his palm over his heart.

I screamed in fright, holding mom’s arms tight, mustering all the courage I could get. Suddenly, their movements stopped. The door closed and a foot stepped in. When we glanced up, there he was. Damiano Moretti. I narrowed my eyes to be sure of who it was, maybe it was an illusion, I wiped my eyes and opened them again and he was still there. How? I wondered. The men in black suits still pointing their guns at us. He didn’t shout. He didn’t rush. He simply walked in as if he owned our home.His gaze swept across the room, slow and sharp… and then it stopped on me.

she pleaded, desperation thick in her voice. "You see, my dear, the irony is that I will do exactly that. I'll take what I want." But before she could utter another word, the sound of a gunshot echoed through the room. Her lifeless body crumpled to the ground, crimson staining the floor. Turning my attention to the rest of the onlookers, I couldn't help but revel in their horror. Their thoughts were written boldly on their faces, as if they were transparent to me. "Monster." "We need to get out of here, now!"