Dangerous Queen Novels & Stories

“You should have done your research beforehand. Perhaps you won’t fail stealing from another mafia.” He grunted. “Who are you?” She finally withdrew her gun and squatted down to his level. The confidence of this woman was beyond me. “Allow me to introduce myself. La regina. The queen of the mafia.” His chuckle was taunting yet with desperation. “There is no queen in the mafia.”

As she roared at me angrily, she released her claws and pulled a dagger from her side. Spotting danger, my eyes shone brightly and I knew exactly what it was. She was wielding a dagger laced with the only poison potent enough to kill a powerful witch like me. “I'll address you however I please as I am your rightful queen” Boldness oozed through every nerve in my body and I dared to take another step toward her despite the danger that lurked. “I am queen! I've worked my ass off to be queen for years while you lazied around and waited for every damn thing to be spoon fed to you” An unfamiliar laughter erupted from her throat and she clutched the dagger tighter.

I raise an eyebrow, looking up at both my mates before walking away with Eya, knowing they won’t win that argument. “Why does Dagon claim Queen Raven is dangerous?” Ingvar questions once Raven and our pups are out of the dining hall. “Because she is,” I answer, knowing better than to sugar coat the situation. Dagon isn’t wrong Raven is dangerous and does have the potential to kill anyone she wants, but she won’t. “She doesn’t seem like she has the power to kill thousands with little to no effort,” Ingvar looks me in the eye, and I chuckle, knowing from the outside Raven doesn’t look like much, but looks are often deceiving.

The vampire king exclaimed in curiosity and surprise while I stared intently at the man, wondering why the hell he was here. I just hope it wasn't what I was thinking. "I don't think this kingdom is safe, and since I owe your kindness in the past, I can't keep this away from you." He spoke slowly in his croaky voice while I waited for him to look at me, so I'd give him an eye warning never to spill anything about the vampire prince and the wolf girl. "Huh?... Please tell us what is wrong." The queen and king desperately requested it in unison while the man rolled his mat and sat with his legs entwined like a monk.

"Anthony is calling me. I thought he was disappearing into the shadows like he told me." Shawn chuckled, and Queen laughed. "Let me hear what he has to say." She answered the call and said, "Hey Baltimore, missing me already?" "Listen, Queen, you're in danger right now," Anthony said the moment he heard her voice. The happy expression on Queen's' face disappeared, "I am in danger? What are you talking about?" "Listen... listen to me, Queen... All the underlings who were sent to guard you are dead. All the Black Scorpions guarding you are dead. They're dead, Queen. You need to hide. Wherever you are, take cover. Your life is in danger."

Crystal nodded but the uncertainty gnawed at her. “Ryder,” she whispered, “how much do you really know about the Queen?” He hesitated, running a hand through his dark hair. “She’s dangerous,” he finally said. “More than anyone wants to admit. She’s ruled with an iron fist for decades, but beneath that surface is a cunning that frightens even the oldest elders.” His eyes darkened. “When I was younger, I saw what she could do to those who crossed her. Families torn apart, allies turned enemies, all in her name.”

The Moon Flame mark on her hand pulsed faintly, visible now—a warning and a promise. Gasps followed her. Elias raised his voice. “The Council says our queen is dangerous.” He looked around the hall, his gaze piercing. “They’re right.” Silence. “She is dangerous—to those who would silence her. To those who tried to kill her before she was even born. To those who murdered her mother and cloaked their evil in law.” He turned to Serena. “But she is also ours. Our queen. My mate. And I will stand between her and the world.”

She gasped, her eyes widening in shock and pain as the smell of burned flesh filled the air. I pulled her close until our faces were inches apart. "Let me make my place very clear to you," I said, my voice deathly quiet. "Well since you know how dangerous I can be, let me introduce myself. I am the Dragon Queen. This is my palace. Thorne is my mate. You are nothing. A bitch from the past who has overstayed her welcome. If you ever cross my path again, if you ever speak to me again, you will get more than a burned neck. Do you understand?"

Because that pause—the way she had looked around, her gaze searching, her head tilting as though listening to something only she could hear—that had been a warning. The tales about her were true. The Queen was dangerous. Even the whispers in the darkest corners of my world spoke her name with caution. She was no fragile ornament to be displayed beside a king. She was a force—one that even shadows like me had been taught to avoid. And yet here I was, planning to carve her child from her arms. I pressed the heel of my hand against my forehead, forcing back the tremor of unease that threatened to take hold. What was I even saying? That I didn’t want to cross her? That I should tread carefully?

A fire burns in the center of the room, though there’s no wood, no source—just blue flame hovering above a stone pedestal. “Sit.” I obey, perching stiffly on the chair beside the fire. Queen Dagger circles me slowly, like a predator. “My son is many things,” she says. “A leader. A warrior. A fool. But he has always been terrible at choosing women.” I bristle. “Excuse me?” She stops behind me, so close I feel her breath on my neck. “Dove was delicate. Pretty. Obedient. And dead. You, however…” Her fingers trail lightly across my braid. “You are dangerous.”