Fangs Of The Blood Queen Novels & Stories

Rue says, opening a door just a smidge and poking her head in. The moment she does, the doors burst open and we’re all pulled inside by magical force. I curse inside for not asking Oloron to check for traps before letting Rue touch anything, but done is done, and I can only do so much right now. My whole body locks, making it impossible to look away or move. Inside the room is the Queen, sitting on a throne looking chair, her eyes distant, her aura off. At her side is a young male dragon with a sinister smile, an older dragon with cold eyes and a smirk and Miriam of all fucking people. She laughs, looks over our group, frowns quickly and moves in front of the men.

“Are you sure you want to use this transformation serum?” Edna grabbed Allure’s wrist, stopping her from drinking the contents of the vial. “I mean, Prince Regan has never met Lily. So, it’s impossible that he would recognise her. Even if he does, that Lycan Prince won’t mind the swap. After all, being married to the legitimate daughter of Alpha Rhysand is more profitable than marrying the daughter of a maid. Why go to such lengths just for the sake of a political marriage?”

Penelope’s breath caught as she took in the craftsmanship, her fingers itching to trace the delicate designs. “These will be your quarters,” Thanion said, reaching for the handles. But as he pushed the doors open, a sound cut through the air, freezing them both in place. Loud, unabashed moaning. Penelope’s face burned as her eyes darted to the source of the noise. There, sprawled naked across the bed, was a spectral woman. Her glowing form was striking, her hair a cascade of silver fire spilling over her shoulders. She lay wide-legged, her movements slow and deliberate as she pleasured herself.

The blood on my lips was warm, sticky—a reminder of the power he wielded over me. I glanced down and saw it. A crimson trail leading toward the door. His blood. I’d bitten him hard enough to draw it, to leave a mark. A small, bitter smile curled my lips. Maybe queens didn’t win battles. Maybe they didn’t even survive them. But queens could still leave scars. And I promise to leave one deep ugly one on his frozen heart.

And the mention of her parents made her slightly bitter. “Cassia,” the blonde woman murmured. “Albius’s pack - and yes, they were a pack - they were one of many ‘rogue’” - here she raised one hand to make air quotes - “packs rounding up women. Werewolf, human, Lycan…” She looked at the woman in front of Cassia, who nodded and took over.

the former Queen spits at me. “True Queen?” I question without thinking. This seems to anger the former Queen greatly. “You don’t think that he would actually put a…” she sniffs the air around her and covers the gasp that leaves her mouth. “A HUMAN,” she screeches. Her claws elongate from the tips of her fingers, and she slowly stalks towards me. I try to back away from her but my back hits the edge of the bed. Realizing I have no where to run, I brace myself for what is to come and close my eyes. I feel the sharp edge of her claw pierce the skin of my forehead. My skin rips as she drags her nail down my face and blood begins to bubble to the surface. “You cannot be allowed to live no

; she roared. “Sure my lady!” He bowed respectfully and left. “I have been breaking stereotypes since my childhood, I had made every impossible thing possible, I have excluded the word impossible from my words bank then how could this be impossible? I will be the queen of “The Kingdom of Shades”. I will change this kingdom one day. I will eradicate all the darkness from it and make it the kingdom of rising. It will be just bright and powerful like the sun rise. I want everything, everyone under my Lead. The Lead of werewolf Queen. The queen who would be loved and adored by all. The queen will be just like her wonderful mother but she will not be weak like her who couldn’t fight her fate and

My feet froze where I was as I looked at her with nothing but bland confusion. “Please, what’s going on here?” My voice broke. I couldn’t see the reason why my mother would be crying while trying to say something to me. I couldn’t see the reason why congratulations wasn’t the first thing my family said to me that morning. Usually, when a werewolf achieves her first shift, the family would be so happy and might even throw a party. But the case happened to be different today. “Why not listen to what the queen has to say?” Selena sneered in.

A wild fury overtook him, and with a guttural roar, he transformed into his Red Lycan beast form, a towering creature of strength and primal rage. The gala turned into chaos. Guests scrambled to escape as Artemis, lost to his rage, tore through the hall. No one was spared from his wrath—not even his beloved queen, who had tried to calm him. In the horror that ensued, Queen Genea was among those who fell. By the time the royal guards subdued the king with silver chains, the queen lay lifeless, her once bright and kind eyes closed forever. The court mourned the loss of their queen, yet a darker whisper spread like wildfire: “The Red Lycan bloodline must end.”

“How did you know she is of ancient bloodline?” “It was pretty obvious.” He puts off the light to her cell and her skin lits up, a bright golden glow in the dark. “My Goddess,” Jacob whispers. He switches the light back on and the glow is gone. Wait, no, not gone. Just isn't as visible anymore. The rogue Lycan explains, “She glows in the dark when she’s overwhelmed by emotions.”