Evil Queen Death Novels & Stories

Stepping out from the glass itself was the Dark Queen. She was flawless in the most horrible way—this physical manifestation of necromancy. Deathly pale skin, marked with violent black veins pulsing with stolen magic. A crown of jagged black ice sat on her head, and her eyes weren’t eyes, not really, just empty voids that didn’t care. I didn't just push her off me. I channeled the golden energy of Kaelen's anchor, fusing it with my silver fire, and drove my fist directly into her chest.

Saying nothing, we teleported into the ring, next to Lilith's body. "You summoned us," Stefan spoke, I said nothing, I stared down at my mate's lifeless body, Oh Lilith... My sweet girl, "Don't you have respect for your queen, you shall bow in my presence," "Eve," I finally spoke, "Lucifer is forever king... You are no queen, not the queen of hell... Not my queen," "Very well," she smirked, "See what happened when you think faith can somehow save you, or a little girl with powers... I am Eve II, and I am the queen of Hell!" She wailed,

The floor was not spared from the blood either. “I'm going to kill you, tell me where Eva is?” Alpha Trent snarled and grasped her chin tightly. “E-Eva is d-dead” Raquel stuttered, her words packed with remorse. Alpha Trent shook his head in denial. A painful smile crept on her lips and she said; “We drained each drop of her blood and used her blood for rituals, she's presently buried and rotting there” Alpha Trent refused to look shaken in front of her.

“Do you remember my face when I came into your office to tell you the news of my pregnancy, Elijah?” A hope aroused in Elijah’s heart seeing her smile. “It was pathetic. Devastated but yours…” She shook her head. “Yours seems more pathetic now as you are begging me now. You created the cold hearted bitch out of me so here I am, Elijah. Fuck you and your family. I will destroy you all soon and unlike you Rossis, I won't fail in my mission to ruin you all. Because that Helena Gelati had nothing but this…” Her eyes blazed with hot fury, “Helena Perez, The woman of Evan Conon Hemsworth is the Dark Queen whom you are facing now.” She nodded and moved to leave but Elijah grabbed her arm roughly. “

" If only I had given her a chance to explain herself, if only I had seen past my ego , pride and pain. My mate was a victim and I made her life hell. I even caused her to be in a coma . Heck I could have killed her!. If Alaric didn't come that day, I might have killed her" " So you see , I don't deserve to live. Abigail is better off without me." Edward looked up at Alaric and said," Please take good care of her. Cherish her the way I couldn't, I know she trusts you, don't tell her of my death, it's better she doesn't know about me". Edward quickly tool the stake and attempted to stab himself in the heart but Alaric immediately pulled the stake from his hand and threw it far from him.

I lean slightly against his palm but don’t look back, knowing I have more work to do. “This is the start of a new era in the Underworld,” I call out, looking out over the courtiers and the priests. My court, now, after all. “An era which does not revel in the death of nineteen women so that Death’s heir can find a bride. Things are changing. Go back to your homes. Tell others what you’ve seen here. Let the Underworld know that Death is dead and you have a new Queen.” I wave my hand, vanishing them all to their homes with a thought.

Even dying, Helena was still thinking about how to hurt me. "You're not touching my child. You're not touching anyone ever again." "Such confidence. But I still have one card left to play." She pulled something from her pocket. A small vial of dark liquid. "Death magic. One last dose. If I can't destroy your bloodline, I'll take as many of you with me as I can." "Don't!" But she'd already downed the vial. Her body began to convulse. Bones cracking. Muscles bulging.

“This surpasses all prophecies.” Irina Vasiliev, arms crossed, her eyes narrowed toward the flames, responded firmly: “Dmitry has united his essence with hers. He has sealed a pact with divine chaos itself. The Goddess of Death now has access to the heart of our world. This is not something that can be controlled with politics.” But her posture was different. There was unease, yes, but no judgment. She did not fear Susan. She feared what the others would do to her. Fidor Kovalenko remained calm, but his voice was low and cutting:

then he won’t make this power go to waste, he’ll kill Damein and take over everything he has. Around him, black candles burned low, their flames flickering unnaturally, bending and swaying despite the absence of wind. Shadows stretched across the walls, shifting like living things, creeping along the stone in silent anticipation. The room was not empty. Several of Death Valley’s highest-ranking members stood at a distance, their eyes fixed on the center. Warlords. Advisors. None of them were comfortable with anything happening here… Standing closest to the slab was Elaris. She held the blade in both hands.

one of the elders said and fear gripped me. "What's the solution elder?" the queen asked. "The culprits' blood will be used as a sacrifice, when I said the culprits, I meant the two people behind this or seven vampires" the oldest elder said. "No more shedding of innocent blood, let the culprit pay the price" the king said authoritatively. "You meant both the prince and the human he mates with?" I asked. "No" he replied. "No? please elder stop talking in parables" the queen said.