Fangs Of The Blood Queen Novels & Stories

Just then she noticed few commanders and maids were standing beside the door. Their heads were down but this time not in respect but rather in fear. She looked at the old maid standing in front of her. Her eyes were red due to all the crying. The Queen firmly held Era's shoulder and made the old women face her. "What happened Era ?" "Queen Vanessa, s-someone send this to us. It's for you." The maid pointed at a beautiful carved golden box kept before the commander. The Queen gasped when she saw blood smeared on the beautiful box, blood that smelt of a Royal werewolf. Her legs trembled as she walked closer to the box.

The ink was faded. But the symbol at the bottom was clear. "I can't read all of it," he admitted. "But there's a reference to a place. Somewhere beyond the Frostfang Mountains." I leaned closer. "What does it say?" He squinted at the faded text. "It says... this is where the Blood Queen's power was born." I felt the warmth stir beneath my skin. "The Blood Queen?" Salias nodded. "The original one. The first of your line." He paused. "Before the Blackwood name existed."

She asks in a dark murderous tone. “Some bullshit blood name.” Edward says with a chuckle. Veronica looks at John who pales and his eyes go wide. “John, will you inform Mr. Molina what they call me?” “Sir, she is known as the Blood Queen.” Edward scoffs but doesn’t say anything. Veronica nods to Gavin who pulls John up from his chair. “You are about to see why they call me the Blood Queen. Maybe you will get the same fate.” Edward looks away bored and annoyed. Veronica walks over to her table where Gavin has her tools set up. She grabs her ice pick like leather punches she likes for draining a person’s blood. She grabs 5 of them.

Her hands, still stained with charcoal, fly up to grip my bare shoulders, her nails digging deep into my muscle until she draws blood. The copper taste of our shared blood fills my mouth, fueling the madness. My wolf takes complete control. I scoop her into my arms, ignoring the shouting of the Elders and the frantic curses of Diana behind us. I turn and stride into the deep, dark timber, carrying my Queen away from the eyes of the world.

Her eyes, crimson as fresh wounds, locked on Blue with hunger and triumph. “My daughter,” the Blood Queen purred, her voice like velvet over steel. “You’ve finally come home.” Blue’s blood ran cold, but she stood her ground, power crackling in the air around her. “I’m not your daughter,” she spat, her voice shaking the earth. “And I’ll never be your queen.” The Blood Queen laughed—a sound that made the stars shiver. “We’ll see.” And then, the night descended into war. ---

Cassian pulled me behind him, but this time I let him. Because something was climbing out of the grave. Not a corpse. Not a wolf. A shadow wearing a crown of bone and gold. The air turned rotten with old blood. The black roses withered. And the voice spoke again, amused now. “Ah,” it said. “The queen’s blood.” Its hollow gaze turned to me. “Come closer, little key.”

His bond cut of . Bobby roared feeling it too, rage filled my entire being, I roared my fangs slowly protruding. I lunged at the queen my fangs digging deep into her neck. My whole body surged with the spring current. I could feel us emerged as one. The queen struggled to move me away while blood gushed from her throat but I didn't untill I felt her pulse slowly died.

The boss walked up to me, dragging the woman towards me by the hair. As he pulled the woman closer, the delicious smell came closer, and I found myself straining in that direction. He brought her right to my bedside, and I was blinded by the deliciousness of her. I wanted to eat her up. I wanted to drink all her blood. I could hear her heartbeat and her neck pulsing with blood flowing through it, and I wanted to drink that blood so badly. I swallowed again. What was wrong with me? My body was fighting the restraints so I could drink this woman’s blood.

Hate had never tasted so sweet. The shadowed queen was rising, and the pack that had once betrayed her would kneel… or bleed.

No response—only a low, guttural growl that vibrated through the floorboards. His head snapped up suddenly, eyes wide, pupils dilated unnaturally. A strangled scream tore from his throat, the sound neither fully human nor animal. Bones cracked audibly beneath his skin. Louise’s stomach lurched as his hands—no, claws—split at the knuckles, fingers elongating painfully, nails blackening into points. He convulsed, the couch groaning beneath him. Skin stretched unnaturally, muscles knotting and twisting beneath it. The room smelled suddenly of iron, hair, and something wild—something feral that wasn’t just him.