Ff Queen Novels & Stories

“I’m a Ravenfield, the rightful Alpha of that pack, of my home. I will lead them and care for them just like my father taught me. I will also be Queen because I have a partner who’s willing to help me, who’s comfortable and happy with me being my own person. I will do both because both are my birthrights, and no one will tell me otherwise.” “Well said, my dear.” Callan praised as he grinned at me and smirked at his mate with a teasing glint in his eyes. “Such fire. Don’t cower in the icy stare of a woman who delights in making people feel small or inferior, because you are anything but. She is most assuredly a good match for our Cadmus.” I blushed deeply and hid my face as a few of the other

Standing in my flip-flops wearing a big shirt with male boxers, my hair a messy ponytail and my body bruised and healing, I really felt loved and worthy when I look around seeing almost a hundred men kneeling at my feet. I'm not just anybody. I'm Arianna Romano, goddess of death. The huntress. The Queen.

Didn't do anything wrong, indeed. "Don't get me wrong, Daniel," she retorted, "I'm not here to argue nor say something about anything to anyone." With a domineering face, chin jutting out, she glanced at the trembling girl, who was cowering behind Daniel. "Queens don't compete with hoes." Her cold lilac eyes then stared at the man, who she thought was different.

"Father, stop pretending! It's fake—you bought it for $300 from the street market! She doesn't deserve real diamonds anyway—she's only worth fake trash!" Father growled. "Quiet!"

“You should have done your research beforehand. Perhaps you won’t fail stealing from another mafia.” He grunted. “Who are you?” She finally withdrew her gun and squatted down to his level. The confidence of this woman was beyond me. “Allow me to introduce myself. La regina. The queen of the mafia.” His chuckle was taunting yet with desperation. “There is no queen in the mafia.”

Eve stepped closer, her voice cold and commanding, “I Eve King, Your Queen demands you to be.on. Your. Knees.” The word rang out like thunder. Gasps echoed across the hall, and I could feel the ripple of shock coursing through the crowd. My smirk widens. Did she just used the Queen card? Smart girl. Freya couldn’t decline her Queens order. Freya looks around for help,her eyes lock on me. I raised my glass in silent amusement. In approval. I wasn’t going to stop this. Not when it was just getting so entertaining. She knew better to abide.

Her auburn tresses were piled up neatly toward the back of her head, several tendrils hung loose; more in defiance than by design. She smiled as we got closer, but I could have sworn her muscles had forgotten how to pull the move off – the movement odd on her smooth face. Brown eyes, lined with thick lashes assessed us as we neared. Chocolate eyebrows arched in question as she took in how slowly I moved and how heavily I leaned on Torstein. “My Queen” she greeted me with a curtsy, thin fingers still gripping onto the door as if she doubted her own ability not to crumble in grief.

It was time for that to change. “Silver Claw.” Adelaide called out. The female from earlier in the day rushed to her, now fully clothed. She stood before her and did not meet her eyes, understanding the respect required of the highest predator in the game. “Gather the Females, Moon Fang will care for the children,” She commanded.

Qhawekazi asked and that just pushed the queen mother over the edge. “Qhawekazi!!” reprimanded the queen mother. “Well, if it’s true then we all know what that means right?” asked the woman with a conniving smile. “No one is stripping me off my powers! I can still win this, I always do.” The queen mother said with confidence. “So, who are you going to kill now to secure your seat on the highchair?” asked the woman.

When Queenie accidentally touched the Hexbloom, Felix had to treat her immediately, leaving her in nothing but underwear due to the unusual circumstances. In that vulnerable state, he could not help but notice every detail of her body, including places he should not have seen. On Queenie's back, near her right shoulder, there was an intriguing tattoo that initially appeared to be a cobra's head but also resembled a skull upon closer inspection. The design was particularly striking with its red-inked edges, and Felix could not help but recall seeing it somewhere before.