Devilish Queen Novels & Stories

“No. No, Eve, absolutely not. It’s better you pick Nate again and again than him. What are you thinking?” “Are you crazy?” I spat. “I don’t care. He’s the only option—” “I don’t care either!” Mia hissed. “That man is the devil himself. Don’t you recognize him? He’s the newly appointed Alpha of the pack.” My eyes widened. Sage Hawthorne. The devil Alpha himself. I had heard the rumors—the brutal way he took power, the cold warnings, the reputation he built in months after returning from abroad. He was feared. Respected. Untouchable.

You can’t even take a single hit. “Now, now, Derrick. Don’t leave me so quickly. The fun has just started and you don’t want me to get bored now, do you?” I whistled and my eyes glowed red under the darkness. Derrick trembled as he witnessed that, “Who–who are you?” My grin widened, “I am the She devil. Nice to meet you.” *************************************

The Earl shrieked in wonder, "You call her a maiden! She is no maiden. She's a thief! A mercenary, unbelievable thief!" He continued barking while he walked backwards away from them, "She handed her drink to the Earl of Vetcom, said things too daring for any normal Scottish woman and stole food. You would not call such person a mai…" He found himself staggering suddenly, noticing he was just at the edge of a ditch, one he didn't notice because he was too busy shouting. While he found himself falling into it, a hand quickly gripped around his hard and tight. Gently, that same hand pulled him up, straight back to his balance. And it was the devil herself.

But then, watching the same people over and over again gets boring overtime. Diving into the book, I reopen to one of my favorite parts of the lycan battles. It is the chapter where the lycan king was brought to his knees by the queen, and makes she him beg her for his life. He wasn’t expecting her, or that she would even do something like that. It is what makes me like it more. I feel like I relate to the queen well. She has always been undermined and underrated, then she wound her full potential and—

Type stepped forward as well, but Man was already wrapping his hand around Type arm,and Boss held his hand stopping him, while Adom stepped forward to block Win path. "How do you know the Vampires Queen ,Win?" the Devil asked, his brow raised and his voice flat. There was something vaguely accusatory in his tone that Devil didn't care for. The Angel felt his brow furrow in confusion as his gaze met Adom . "Vampires Queen ?" he asked, searching his mind for the origin of the familiar word. He see Type who try to free himself with both clan leader . Adom lips thinned. "Answer the question, Win."

Damien’s P.O.V. She was here, I wasn't sure how she was here or why, but she was here. She looked like a goddess. Her Raven hair was blowing in the wind, the light from the fires all around us, together with magnificent black wings sprouting from her back made her look as if she was born to be the queen of hell. ‘You look amazing, love. When did you get your wings?” I asked

it sneered, glaring down at the Queen’s cowering form beneath its frame, its gaze filled with unabashed rage, “You see, I have waited patiently for centuries, ever since that wretched Sans came to this land and kept me chained like a mere animal from claiming my prize, ever since your family found and enslaved me… if I really was the devil, tell me my darling, do you really think I’d let you get away with all the humiliation, all the pain you have caused me after all this time?!” The glass began to crack then, one two three four five six seven–shards beginning to fall… and Queen Ysabel’s terrified eyes widened as the room began to darken ominously. Very slowly, it finally stepped out of the

“The Queens industrial series? I found your site last year and completely fell in love with it.” For a second, I genuinely didn’t know what to say. People complimented my photography occasionally. Clients did, friends did, but this felt different, it's professional. “You’ve seen the series?” I asked. “I’ve obsessed over the series,” she corrected. I laughed softly despite myself. “I didn’t realize you were married to—” She glanced briefly toward Drake across the room. “Well, him.” “It was private.” “Clearly.” Piper leaned in slightly. “Are you working on anything new?”

she claps her hands, "It's time to complete the transformation! After all, the queen of hell cannot be anything, but a demon!" "Queen of hell?" Alex gasps, leaning forward. "Did I stutter?" Elisia snaps, spinning around and glaring at Alex. "I won't allow it!" Alex exclaims, pulling at the chains slightly. His canines elongate and he growls deeply at Elisia. "Like I told your bitch," she snaps, "We don't need your permission. The deal has been made." "What deal?" I pant. I could feel the stinging of Alex's silver chains all over my body.

It settles perfectly. She lifts her chin. The crown does not waver. Her voice rings clear across the peak—no tremor, only steel wrapped in silk. “Northern Dominion… it is an honor to be your Luna. Your Queen.” The pack answers—thousands of howls cresting wild and reverent, shaking snow from the peaks, drowning the night in sound. I drop to one knee before her—Alpha Devil brought low—and press my lips to her bloodied palm. “My Luna,” I rasp, voice thick with everything I’ve never said aloud. “My queen. My everything.”