Evil Queen Novels & Stories

Tears stung my eyes, and I blinked them away quickly. Knowing such evil may never be brought to light hurt deeply. The thought that Jolan may walk free of all reckoning burned fiercely. It killed something in me every single time. But that was my cross to bear. One I must shoulder alone to protect my secrets. Eve and Vera must never be linked to Baevera Eldareth. The infamous, legendary whores forced to serve every living male in the kingdom must never be associated with the respectable noble lady of immense wealth and power, whose face was known in courts and halls, whose name was spoken with dignity and respect.

I murmured, half asleep, smiling against his ribs, warm all the way through. "My queen," Malik said, quiet, into my hair, like a thing he'd known for a long time and had only now earned the right to name. "My queen of chaos. If you'll have the crown. If you'll take a gray careful kingdom and a man who's still learning how to be a person and a whole city full of people who used to be ordered to fear you, and stand next to it all, not under it, and make it yours too." I lay very still against him, and felt the enormous thing his voice was circling, and decided, being who I was, to make him work for the shape of it.

He growled in a wolf's voice: "There is a demon king out there, Eva! You are the last of the Rose witches! Do you have any idea what he might do for your blood? You are not going anywhere!" But that move had drained the very last drop of Eva's patience. In an instant, she spread her palms open and awakened the witch within. With violet embers flickering in her eyes, violet fire blazed from her hands. "You were right! I am the last witch of the Rose bloodline, and there is no one else like me , no one to match my kind, my power! Now get out of my way. Because if I have to trample you to pass, don't you dare put on the drama of 'You were always a traitor, Rose girl!'" she screamed. Mystical en

This claim sounds like a lie. "How long did it take your heads to create that stupid lie? You did not even bother to learn how the powers of the Alpha Kings work. If you did you would know that they cannot keep you as their concubine," I point with a smirk. "My daughter is not evil! She is the most beautiful of all werewolf women. The angel would not lose their powers by sleeping with her," her mother angrily argues. "She has your vile heart. Her face is just the mask that hides the monster inside. They would lose their powers in one night," Eva somehow finds the courage to say.

“This is less than a dog’s food!” “Alpha,” she stammered, trembling as she bowed repeatedly. “This is… this is what she ordered.” My gaze snapped to Eve. "What is the meaning of this, Eve?” My voice was lower this time but somehow more dangerous—sharper, angrier, sliding under her skin like a blade. “Why would you order this?” Her eyes lifted slowly, and for the first time tonight, she looked me directly in the face, jaw set, shoulders tense… like she was done letting me see her crumble.

"I'm going to end this. Permanently." Three hours later, Eve stood in the Seraphim Court chambers in full regalia....not just Queen attire but actual power manifestation. Her eyes glowed faintly succubus-gold. Ancestral bloodline energy hummed beneath her skin. She was every inch the powerful being they'd tried to diminish. The faction leaders filed in...Corvus looking wary, Astrid looking supportive, the Eastern faction vampires looking confident they had legitimate grievances. "Your Majesty," the Eastern faction leader...a vampire named Mika....began. "We appreciate you taking time to hear our concerns...."

“That can’t be true. She’s just an omega. A useless one at thag.” Evelyn shook her head. “Not anymore.” That little witch had somehow risen from nothing to something I couldn’t even touch. A royal bloodline. A Lycan princess. I felt the rage simmer first, then boil. “That whore!” I hissed, slamming my palm against the vanity so hard that the mirror rattled. “She’s playing everyone, that is what it must be! There’s no way the gods would favor her!” Evelyn stayed quiet, her eyes darting nervously toward me.

I finally stopped looking facing her directly. “Who are you?” I asked firstly, she doesn’t look like a woman one bit, with this dark long silky hair, or an angelic face, with this perfection in all area, she certainly most likely to be a goddess. I have a lot of questions to ask her, mainly if I’m dead or not. “I’m the powerful queen of the celestials, the Evil and Chaotic Celestials to be precise.” She answered, in her glorious voice looking at me with delight.

Madam Queenie Qamra gathered all her hatred, grudge, and vendetta inside the cliff of her consciousness and sub consciousness. All those hatred, grudge and vendetta really turned to an incredible and unbelievable power for her to stand up again although she’d lost most of her balance and her whole body was shaking really violently. Looking at the devil crazy monster in front of him, Eriwan’s pair of eyes really turned wider and bigger. Under the unbearable and unmeasurable pain all over his body, there wasn’t a great deal Eriwan could do. He could solely crawl back and back.

Red, raised scars covered this thing from its arms to it skeletal face. It appeared to be covered in oily brown rags, one small, wrinkled breast exposed. This was the woman in his dream. This was the demon living invisibly among the drifter, the death goddess willing his destruction. Tears welled in Abednego's eyes as he heaved and growled. When the light hit her face, she let out a shrill, high-pitched wail.