Evil Queen Death Novels & Stories

“You will die for nothing.” She raised her other hand, her claws extended, the silver filigree singing as it prepared for the killing blow. She looked into his eyes and saw the reflection of the Queen she had become. The courtyard was held in a collective gasp. One strike. One final movement of the wrist, and the Devonshire rot would be purged forever.

Being the Luna Queen of every creature under the moon, Devika had studied her people, and most of all, she has studied this awful man before her, she needed not to ask why he was doing what he did because she knew and killing his mate was the first step to getting what he believed was rightfully his but was stolen from him. The sudden death of Helevna had left a shock and an impact on the witches, knowing two of their originals were no more. They realized the original witches could be killed with a cursed dagger, Devika had heard CAESAR sending out men to track their whereabouts, killing one of those witches meant boosting his powers and that was what Caesar had always wanted, sovereignty an

How could Eve die? A/n: yay! The last chapter, thanks a lot for reading till the end 🤗 Love y'all my readers 😘

"The authorities must look into this and seek justice for the victim!" Brenda completely lost her mind. When the police officers showed up at their door, she led them right into the basement. "This is it! Hazel was bludgeoned to death at this very spot." Layla and Philip tried to cover Brenda's mouth, but Brenda managed to squirm free. She came running toward me all of a sudden. She grinned from ear to ear. "Hazel, don't come after me. Go after them! Go after them!" I looked at her with my eyes wide. I wondered if she had really started seeing spirits after having done too many bad things.

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

She appeared and I honestly thought the kid was going to have a heart attack. Queen Eden sighed and shook her head as she looked around, “Keylon, this was not Princess Elisa. This is the work of Dahlia, Queen of the Dark Witches. Princess, we really should call an emergency meeting with the alliance. She’s getting out of control.” I nodded, “We can meet this evening in our conference room again.” Queen Eden nodded in agreement as she touched each dead body and they came back to life. I told the kid, “Keylon, I am sorry for what happened, but I am not a dark witch. Dahlia wants me to be, but I am not.” He smiled, “I know that now. Thank you for not killing me when I tried to attack you.” I la

Punch is who I am and who I’ll always be. “So if it’s all right with my Alpha, I guess I need to add a third Blood Card. Hugo Casillas. For the crimes of shooting Kent “Chunk” Larson, aiding and abetting if not outright killing your own brother just to set me up… Making babies you had no intention of raising, and generally being a shit example of what a shifter should be, I hereby sentence you to death. Oh and Reeve uh… Whatever your name is, I can’t even imagine how many people you’ve killed so, you’re just fucked. You’re on our territory which makes me your judge, jury and executioner,” I say, shrugging as Doze laughs.

“I’m sure that you would tell us anyway, so why don’t you get on with it?” She sneered back at me. “It means that I know every dirty little secret you all have been doing against each other to rise in ranks. For instance, your little sister, Isobel did not die by being mauled by wolves, it was the queen mother of your coven that orchestrated her death and the death of six other witches her age to rise to the rank of being the leader of your coven. The witches who were sacrificed for your so-called queen mother, their names are Sabrina, Dhalia, Maya, Freya, Gretta, and Genna”

Dark energy surged around her, coalescing into spectral claws that tore at the ground. It was the power of the Death Goddess, raw and unfiltered, channeled through Evelyn’s form. I instinctively raised my sword, but it felt like a child’s toy against the ancient, malevolent force she wielded. A black wave of sickly sweet air hit me, making my lungs burn, my vision blur. I gasped, stumbling back. Evelyn was no longer just an opponent; she was an avatar of destruction, her movements unnaturally swift, her attacks imbued with a chilling finality.

“I have a right to know.” Elias hesitated, his amber eyes flickering with something close to regret. Finally, he muttered, “She was there the night your mother died.” Eve’s breath caught in her throat. “My mother…” Elias nodded. “Your mother was no ordinary werewolf, Eve. She was once the werewolf queen—exiled for loving a human. That woman—the one with red eyes—she was responsible for her death. And if she’s after you now, it means she never finished what she started.”