Dangerous Queen Novels & Stories

She had no choice but to listen, her body too tense to do anything else. Demeter began to pace, the soft clink of her golden sandals against the marble floor filling the room. “Not too long ago, Zeus and Hera decreed that balance must be maintained between the realms. The Underworld requires a queen—a goddess to rule alongside Hades.” Her voice softened mockingly as she glanced at Persephone. “And my daughter was chosen to be that queen, bound by agreement to spend half the year in his domain. It is a matter of cosmic order, not mere convenience. But Persephone is a creature of light and life… what good would she be with the dark and dead?”

Not again. “Have you fucking heard about what the new queen is doing? Man Misha is really something else. While she was meeting her father’s partners and acquaintances she was collecting the rogues in the dark. I heard she had all those fucker locked up in some warehouse and they say she is fucking them up. I really want to see it for myself. Wow, I have some new respect for her now.” Armani walked into the office stalking and smiling like a fool and I gripped my hair tightly in my fists.

Not rough but firm enough to pull her against my body until I was invading every inch of her personal space. Her eyes widened as she thrashed against my hands, trying to pull away, but I didn't let go. “Let go of me, Liam.” “You don't get to walk away from this. And you definitely don't get to call it a mistake, baby girl.” “Don’t you ever call me that!” She spat, her eyes ablaze but that was the fascinating thing about this beautiful woman. She was even more stunning when she’s angry, more dangerous and it drove me crazy.

"It sounds silly, but it helped us pass the time." "I don't doubt it." Dante leaned back, the picture of casual insouciance. "What would you liken me to?" A dragon. Glorious in his power, terrifying in his anger, and magnificent even in repose. "If you'd asked me before our truce, I would've said an ill-mannered boar," I said instead. "Since we're being nice, I'll upgrade you to a honey badger." "The most fearless animal in the world. I'll take it."

Neither of us noticed the soft footsteps in the hallway. Or the shadow pausing briefly around the corner. Watching. Listening. Because the Queen Mother had decided something tonight. If there truly was something dangerous growing between the king and his stepdaughter— She would uncover it. And when she did… The consequences would shake the entire kingdom.

The clinical way she said it made bile rise in my throat. "But moving you to the royal wing has advantages too," she continued quickly. "Better security means Julius can't corner you alone as easily. The servants there are loyal to the crown, not to faction politics. And..." She hesitated, choosing her words carefully. "The queen's summons might not be what you think." My laugh was bitter. "Oh, I'm sure Queen Luciana is thrilled about her husband's new breeder." "Which is why you need to be very careful when you see her." Elinor's tone turned grave. "Luciana is dangerous, Leah. More dangerous than Ares in some ways, because her hatred is personal."

And somewhere far below reality, a throne cracked, just a little. Because the Queen it sought had learned something far more dangerous than power. She had learned refusal. And she was coming.

I was the divine mate of the most dangerous King on the continent, and he had thrown away a goddess to chase a fraud. "You..." Kael gasped, his throat closing up as he stared at Damon's gold-flecked eyes. Damon leaned down, resting his cheek against my temple, his deep, rumbling voice echoing down into the ravine. "Look closely, little Alpha. You are looking at the Queen of the five kingdoms. And if you ever speak her name again, I will tear your packhouse down to the foundation and feed your bones to my hounds." Kael's knees buckled under the crushing weight of his absolute ruin. He collapsed hard into the cold, wet mud, his hands sinking into the dirt as wild, uncontrollable sobs wracked h

Adira moved like a woman possessed, catching both Elison and Heinz by the ear before either of them made it more than a few steps, twisting just hard enough to make her point without actually causing damage — a skill perfected over years of practice. Elison hissed through gritted teeth, face screwing into a pained, exaggerated grimace. Heinz mirrored him exactly, the family resemblance never more apparent than in identical expressions of suffering. "Why did I give birth to these bástards," Adira muttered, shaking her head as though genuinely questioning every decision that had led her to this exact moment, in this exact hallway, gripping the ears of two grown men. From a few steps away, Quin

Because she had no doubt he would. Only now, locked inside the makeshift jail cell, did Zoe realize exactly how dangerous Jon could be. The danger was found in the precarious enemies Jon had amassed over the years; their complete lack of regard for innocent human life, their sheer determination to get him, hurt him in any way possible. The most dangerous thing about Jon Moretti was those who sought revenge on him.