From Cannon Fodder To Slay Queen Novels & Stories

"Kill the hybrid anomaly! Protect the crown!" "Draw the steel!" Killian roared, his voice dropping into a lethal, pitch-black void as he vaulted from his steed, his massive claymore unsheathed and roaring through the air. He stalked to my side, his rough palm locking onto the small of my back to pull my hips hard against his flank in a final, public declaration of absolute ownership before the slaughter. "No quarters! Break the gates!" The combined vanguard erupted into a deafening, bloodthirsty roar. The silver-tipped arrows unleashed from our ridges turned the sky black, and the final battle for the kingdom began with the sound of breaking iron.

James begin to fray at the edges, and it lit me up hotter than anything he'd done to me on the floor. "Look at you," I breathed, throwing his own words back at him, rocking down harder, taking him deeper. "The whole city on its knees to you and you're flat on your back letting a woman use you. Letting me." I ground down and he groaned, a wrecked broken sound punched out of the bottom of his chest, his hips twitching up despite himself. "That's the real crown, King. Not out there. Not the towers." I rolled my hips slow and filthy and watched his eyes nearly roll back. "This.Me. On top of you. Choosing to be here."

Now, surrounded by these rugged, muscular men, the scent of their sweat was nauseating yet intoxicating, igniting a fire of lust in her blood. "Heh, you're a slut, aren't you? Moaning like that... you're starving. Your old husband is dead, and the Prince rejected you. Poor thing." A soldier pressed his dark lips to her nipple, flicking it before taking it into his hot mouth. Slurp... Slurp... Slurp... Her breasts bounced as they kneaded her. They inhaled her sweet perfume, pulling and releasing her nipples until they were engorged. SMACK! SMACK! They slapped her white buttocks, leaving red marks. Still, the Queen tried to keep her legs clamped.

Their dignity and power over commoners are no longer guaranteed. The former Queen's limp body is dragged out of the stadium while the guards drag a kicking and wailing Tedmond to the cruel and eager commoners. One steps on his slave's chains, pinning his weak body to the ground as others land heavy blows on his back and legs. He uses his hands to shield his head, but the strikes hitting his body are heavy. Soon he start writhing with overwhelming pain before he too succumbs to the relentless assault.

“I trust ambition and ambition is what she bleeds” The Alpha tapped the parchment “If the Queen moves and the star Blood wavers, we strike. The Flame of Prophecy will burn and in the ashes, we rise" A low, hungry growl echoed in the shadows.

Once a Fool, Now a Queen Aurora Sinclair’s POV *** I stood at the edge of the balcony, my fingers lightly grazing the cold railing, staring out over the city that had once been a place of pain and betrayal for me. But now, it felt like my kingdom. My empire. It was mine, and it had always been mine to claim. All the lies, the deceit, and the heartache had led me here. To this moment. To this life I had built from nothing but ashes.

By anyone. I will. Fight. Control. Dominate. I placed my palm on the wall and pushed. It resisted. Firm and immovable. The corners of my lips drew upwards. "And you will give way after all…" My eyes narrowed into slits. Something pulsed. A weight sat on my head— a crown. "I'm your Queen." I mouthed. Then, with a light push, it gave way, crumbling like building blocks, disintegrating to nothingness. "It was for us—" the voice spoke, mournful.

I always knew something was wrong with me; blood and death is the essence of my soul. A playful glint sparking in my eyes, sarcasm laced on my tongue. “My, my. You will earn quite a reputation. The title King Slayer will suite you perfectly.” Her eyes sizzled with acrimony, pressing the barrel deeper until it bit into my skin. “You think I won’t fucking kill you? Think again. Just because I’m your mate doesn’t mean shit to me.” She snapped venomously. I laughed whole-heartedly, deeply and bitterly. “Right back at you Ma Cherie.” I responded, the burn of whiskey flowing down my throat as I pushed my gun into her abdomen.

Agnil's thunderous voice boomed, shaking the surroundings. "Soldiers, get set!" The bodyguards charged into the crowd, navigating through the sea of people like a serpent. Agnil drew his sword, his eyes blazing with fury, and joined the fray. A hidden dagger provided an extra layer of protection against unexpected threats. The queens watched anxiously from a distance as the secret slayers clashed with the king's soldiers and bodyguards. The king's sons rushed into battle, wielding their swords. The air was filled with the deafening sounds of clashing steel and the cries of the wounded; victims, and the brave.