Fangs Of The Blood Queen Novels & Stories

The Nexum - the ritual union of fated mates under the blood moon. The nocturnal cast an inflamed glow through the cave, enough for me to see the woman in front of me. Her wavy blonde hair was like a curtain, sheathing the night, while her entire form exuded elegance. Against the backdrop of shadows and light, Val's presence shook my existence, and I could feel her passionate desire for me as she lightly touched my skin with her hand. Her eyes shone like a pair of aquarius gemstones, weakening my resistance to her dominance. Her gaze of desire was determined to possess me, and I, too, longed to be possessed, as long as it was by her. I could no longer deny this bond between us; it was too str

He didn't know the constellations to be under, he didn't know the patterns to make on her body or the quantity of blood he needed. It didn't bothered him if he was going to kill her and drain her completely, but if he needed the spell to work, he'd have to take his measures lightly until he was certain about what to do. “Done!” Queen Sofia of the vampire kingdom told him. She didn't really pay attention to his request, and since he obviously didn't request for anything too demanding, she thought it wise to succumb to his request of just getting access to her Blood Book Library. The place was filled with cobwebs and dust anyway.

Pour ma petite chauve-souris de sang. At the end of the note ZV was scribbled in elegant hand writing. For my little blood bat. Putting the note down she was trying to figure out who ZV was. Her faced paled then grew hot in the cheeks. Nah it couldn’t be the King. He never shows favorites. Maybe I am mistaken. Putting the note down, she unfolded the paper to reveal a beautiful regal red gown. Not bright red but dark like blood. Running her hand down the material, her heart was hammering in her chest. A little black fan with soft feathers on top of it was on the side of the box.

“But one night before her night with the king, she was fed some kind of poison rat.” We all gasped at the story and Carla wasn't done. “She would have been fed with some kind of a medicine to prevent pregnancy, but she was human and pregnancy between lycans and humans is highly impossible. Like what the queen did to the king's lycan concubines before.” A terrifying shiver ran through my whole body at the story and I knew she was telling the truth because she knows the servant personally. “There's more. This is about a rich shewolf who was obsessed with the crown prince and she wanted to marry him. Do you know what the queen did?”Carla continued while looking at us one by one.

He half rose from his stool to stop her, but it was too late. The broken glass effortlessly cut into her soft flesh as she tried to pick it up. It wasn't a very deep cut, but blood immediately began to ooze from it. Samson could see it, but he could smell it. “Darn it!” she said “Oh shit!” Samson thought. That was all he needed—the scent of fresh blood on a virtually empty stomach. And the situation was even worse when a vampire like Jacob was sitting right there. He knew Jacob's love for warm blood better than anyone. He could smell it too, and Samson didn't want to imagine what ideas would pop into the lunatic's head.

A driveway jutted off to the side, wrapping around the back where a two-car garage sat. As Asher and I walked up the porch steps and through the front door, I was hit with the distinct scent of my grandma’s lavender cookies—mixed with the heady perfume that was human blood. Since becoming the Vampire Queen, human blood was as vital as food and water. Granted, I could go longer without human blood than I could food, but it was blood that often smelled better. A month ago, I had tried to go an entire week without the thick taste of blood in my mouth. The sickness that swept through me was horrible, all but vanishing once I finally gave in.

“Oh, but you are. You are the reason I must finish what they tried to bury. You are my blood.” Blood? I blinked. “What...?” “We share the same blood,” she said again. “And you will help me take revenge. You will finish what I started.” The heat from my mark radiated all the way through my chest. My knees trembled. I didn’t understand any of this. “I—I don’t even know what that means,” I stammered. “You will.” She reached toward me, and I flinched. “No!” I jerked back, shaking my head. “You’re insane!”

He should be afraid of me right now because he pissed me the fuck off. “I am ‘Blood Queen’ because of how easily and brutally I destroy my enemies. You just insulted my family, and I do not take that lightly. You are now my enemy. Either you let us the fuck in, or I will destroy you in the most painful way possible.” I leaned next to his ear and whispered, “starting with that filthy mouth of yours. Do I make myself clear?” I pulled back and watched his body begin to shake due to his fear. He nodded, so I dropped him and stepped back to my mates.

I was shocked to the core; I ran my fingers through my hair and went up to change for the baby home coming party. I stood under the hot water of the shower and the flashes of my teary mate kept coming to mind, I was the one that started all this, I should have just been honest with her; why was I so afraid that she would not accept the monster I had become. I got out and put on my white shirt, not putting my buttons up all the way and navy blue suit pants; I looked in the mirror and my eyes were red from crying in the shower, I combed my hair into a pompadour and put on some cologne; tonight I would make Athena fall in love with me again and I will claim her. She is mine and mine only; I wil

The Queen’s voice rolled out like thunder, echoing inside Emma’s skull as well as the room. “You have been prepared so beautifully, little pledge. Your cunt is open, dripping, and begging to be owned. Now… I claim you.” She dropped to her knees with predatory grace. Her hands, claws tipped in darkness gripped Emma’s thighs and shoved them even wider, folding the freshman nearly in half. The Queen’s face hovered inches from the wrecked pussy. Her long, forked demonic tongue slithered out, easily ten inches long, ridged, and dripping with aphrodisiac venom.