Demon Queen Name Novels & Stories

"Wearing a crown. Coiled around a broken sword." Varek took one slow step back. Boots bolted to the floor. "That line is dead," Varek said. The words came out like gravel. "The Sovereign King and his wife burned in the Sector Four sweeps. Ten years ago. There was no child." "The girl is twenty," Tor said. Voice coming back now. Harder. Like he'd made a decision. "She grew up in Sector Four. She fights with the Sovereign form... you saw it yourself in the hallway. And her father isn't hiding from a shipping debt." Something moved in Tor's face. Something complicated and old and guilty. "He's a Royal Guard. He's been keeping her buried in the outer rim for ten years to keep her breathing."

Esmeray raised her eyebrows and suspected something. "Isabelle, how long have you been here?", she investigated. "About twenty years" "TWENTY YEARS! Did...did he also brought you here as a sacrifice?", she hesitated. "No! Not at all! He created me. You see, everyone you see here is a blood demon, created from the king's blood. But I'm created from wax, I was a wax statue which he created and then brought me to life with his magic", she explained. "But if he's a human then, how come he have Lore magic?"

He was something else. "This something else is an incubus, my queen." "Dammit! I failed!" "What is it, my queen? What had failed?" Well, this was new. An incubus, the mind reader, asked a question. "I'm a creature, my queen, I have boundaries. I don't create creatures like I-Do-Not-Know-Who." "Are you referring to human's God, doctor? or Moon Goddess for us werewolves?" "And What for vampires, my queen?"

Amanda stiffens and whispers to Jenifer, “They’re all here—every Elder who matters.” The Queen stands, descending the dais, gliding like a storm cloud. “Let us address the situation as adults. My daughters—abducted at birth, raised in squalor, hunted by a council of zealots, then spirited back by a rogue prince with a history of massacre. Quite the résumé. Care to add anything?” Bella growls, “We came here to find the truth. To ask why.”

Worship was no longer a choice, it was written into stone. A murmur rose from both realms, carried by her power. Voices that were not their own spilled from human throats, from wolf muzzles, from demon fangs. “All hail the Queen. All hail the Dominion reborn.” The words terrified Sera more than screams ever could. Her daughter wasn’t simply lost, she was rewriting the fabric of obedience, branding her name into the tongues of mortals and demons alike.

He knew what he was doing to me. Damn it, my body yearned for him. My Lycan wolf was screaming to be with him. ‘We want him,’ I thought. "My name is Aamon. I'm a demon, king of hell," he introduced himself. "What is your name, beautiful?" he asked. "My name is Anna. I am a Lycan female," I introduced myself. "Anna, what a beautiful name for a beautiful girl like you," he flirted with me. "You are the most handsome man I have ever met," I confessed. He smiled before saying, "Anna, would you like to be my queen, my beautiful Anna? And rule beside me in my Kingdom?"

“Shit, those snake demons, always getting in my way. Well, there is no need to panic, the one that sits on the throne is the demon king or should I say, Queen and when I finally become that ruler of all demons, I can finally get my revenge on those damned howlers. Go on, Medlyn, gather my kittens, you are bringing me that demon throne. It’s ours and has always been ours.” Medlyn bowed and stood erect, “of course my queen, the throne shall be yours tonight.” “I know, as long as you are handling it, I have nothing to fear,” the queen smiled and then sat back on her throne majestically, just like a cat. Medlyn bowed once more before turning and leaving the throne. The queen smirked to herself a

“Don’t tell me you haven’t heard of that?” The clueless woman blinked several times and shook her head sideward, a sign that she is telling them no. The brown haired man with glasses started walking towards his comrade, disappointment evident in his face. “It’s about the demon queen.” Said the man in a serious tone of voice. “You mean the queen of the Cildreth Demon Realm?” the short haired woman nodded at her question. “What about her?” The oblivious woman asked again her companions. Perhaps she really doesn’t have any idea of the legend they are talking about.

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An evil so black and malicious, holds my eyes corruptively, frightening my very soul as her wicked lips twitch and part to expel her ominous contempt. ‘Let’s pour more light on it, shall we?’ She begins to lean in, making me squirm to get away. I try to call out to Zorien many times but it seems he’s unable to see, feel, or hear me at all. In my panicking fit, the female Demon who I presume to be the Queen Mother I’ve heard so much about from the pointy tips of a crown I see atop her hair, touches my chin and bears her malignant smile right against my face.