Dangerous Queen Novels & Stories

When I’m not. These women probably ran the whole supernatural world. While the men were always roaring and yelling in each other’s face about who is who. I know women are the key players in that game of chess. If the queen is protected. Everything is going well and you can make great moves. And when shit goes south, the queen protects the king. I’m guessing this is where you get your warriors and foot soldiers for protection. “The one and only,” Daciana smirks proudly. “Wait, I have heard that he was with someone. The daughter of that small pack’s alpha.” She stares at me with widened eyes. “It makes sense now. I have never seen someone as pretty as her.”

I had to find somewhere safe, somewhere I could get medical treatment without being asked questions. I breathed in and out, trying to calm myself. Just one more day. One more day, and then I was out. Thirty-Four Years Old I felt the whispers as I walked through the gala, a tangible hum of judgment and resentment. I was sure I saw the mayor's wife sneer as I passed. I didn't blame her; if my husband had been forced to give up the house he promised me because of tax evasion, I'd be pissed too. I spotted Desiree across the room and headed towards her, my black dress swishing with each step. She was my closest friend and business partner; I wouldn't be half as successful without her.

She didn’t stop me. But I felt her eyes on my back,sharp, calculating, hungry. That night, I met Jason and Kael in the forge. “She’s dangerous,” Jason said. “More than Harry. More than Morwen.” “She doesn’t just want the door,” Kael added. “She wants to replace the Queen.” I nodded. “And she thinks breaking me is the first step?” “They’ll come for you together now,” Jason said. “All three.” “Let them,” I said.

“I know, babe. I get it. Don’t worry, okay?” She nodded against his chest, but her thoughts were somewhere else — at the club, with the woman whose voice still echoed in her mind. Later that night, when Raphael was asleep, Elena sat on the edge of the bed scrolling through her phone. She typed Scarlett’s name into the search bar. Scarlett Voss — The Queen of Club Vixen. Articles filled the screen: rumors, whispers, and headlines about her empire — her power, her wealth, her danger. There were stories about the people who crossed her and disappeared, stories about her charm that could destroy anyone foolish enough to fall for her.

I asked carefully. “Yesterday,” she said. “Right after she slapped me.” She touched her cheek like she wanted sympathy. A dull anger flared in me, but not at Queen. Queen only hits someone when she’s pushed past her limit. And Hilda loves playing innocent. Too much. “I didn’t want to tell you because she’s your mate,” Hilda continued, lowering her voice, “but I can’t pretend anymore. She’s dangerous, Collins.” Her words felt rehearsed. Too smooth.

“And we are not ignorant. That gives us an advantage he does not expect.” Ashton leans in. “You’re saying we can stop him.” “I’m saying,” she corrects, “that he is not a god. He bleeds. He plans. And that means he can make mistakes.” Cain nods slowly. “But you’re worried.” The Queen’s gaze sharpens. “Of course I am.” She sweeps her hand across the table, and the light shifts—darkening in places, flickering in others. “He was left behind,” she continues. “Not exiled. Not punished. Forgotten.” Her mouth tightens. “Those are always the most dangerous ones.”

she continued, “it is unlike Rael to smile so easily. Or Kael to soften his guard. You may be worked up over nothing… or you may have stumbled upon something worth watching.” “Leave it to me, Aurora. If this maid has crossed a line, I will see it. And she will not last long in this palace.” “Yes!” I practically shouted, a triumphant spark lighting my eyes. “You understand! She’s dangerous, Mother! She’s stealing their hearts and..” I paused, fuming, unable to keep my teeth from grinding. “and she’s ruining everything! I can’t… I can’t let her do this!” The queen gave a small nod, acknowledging my point.

Though the King doesn’t mind, the Queen does. The young women standing around might like what they see, the Queen doesn’t. She sees the young man for what he is. Arrogant and sly human being. Not only ambitious, but will do anything to get what he wants. And such human beings are dangerous. Dealing with them requires caution.

“Don’t you get it? This is dangerous. The queen — Veyra — she’s got her claws out. She sees everything. And now she’s watching you.” It was like getting punched in the stomach. Why me? Selene signed, hands jerky with fear. Maris wasn’t gentle now. “She wants him for herself. And she’ll destroy whatever gets close.” The silence that followed was heavier than anything. Selene wanted to melt into the stone, vanish like steam. But deep down, she knew that wasn’t happening.

Brandon lowered his head, pressing his lips against the warm skin behind Robin’s ear, his voice loud enough to echo in the private box: "The necklace is fifty million, Robin. But the queen wearing it is priceless." Up on the balcony, framed by diamonds and draped in emerald fire, Robin rested her hand over Brandon’s forearm, looking down at the ruined, terrified faces of Dane and Nicole below with a chilling, victorious smile.