Ghost Queen Novels & Stories

The Queen’s mother might believe she has hidden the truth of her origin well, but they all know where she came from. The gutters. Concubine Su, still in courtesy position, milks the fire she lit. She had intentionally worded her words as she did to put the Queen back on the spot. She gloats inwardly at the sphotistication of her action. A dumb young woman like her wouldn’t spot her game, the Concubine gloats inwardly, the corner of lip curling up with a smug smirk, but she underestimates her opponent.

“Who are you?” The voice laughed, sick and slithering. > I am the First General. The Hollow God’s breath. I speak through his marked. Lucien’s grip tightened on his sword. “What is your purpose here?” > To watch. To whisper. To turn your wolves against you. And now, to leave a gift… Before they could stop it, Siven screamed—and his chest burst open in a bloom of black shadow. Something crawled out—a small, spider-like creature of bone and darkness, which darted toward the nearest guard.

Viola. Graceful. Calm. The Queen Mother beside her. Strong. Unshaken. And then Him. Idra. Standing near the center. His gaze lifts. And locks onto mine. The room fades. Just for a moment. Then A voice rises above the noise. Smooth. Unfamiliar. And far too interested. “So,” the man says, stepping forward, his eyes fixed on me. “This is the new queen.” My breath catches. Because there is something in his gaze Something dark Something dangerous That tells me This night Is not going to end well.

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.

I knocked on the large oak door to the King and Queen’s apartment, after speedily getting dressed as not keep them waiting for me, Flora the housekeeper opened the door with a genuine smile when she saw it was me standing there. “Morning Flora” I said beaming at the short little plump housekeeper, who I would imagine is in her 50’s but due to Lycans aging slower can never tell her true age. Everyone loved Flora as she is the most kind and sweetest person to meet, she was like a 2nd mother to me after mine passed away giving birth to me. “Good morning, sweet child, have you eaten breakfast?” She says with a kind, but stern look on her face as I walk into the living room of the apartment to wa

He shakes his head, “He has every other sanguidae to take care of, I didn’t want to bother him unless I absolutely had to.” Henet’s eyes are burning blood-red, alive with hunger, but her skin looks sickly. Instead of her usual latte-coloured skin, it looks almost grey and there are deep circles under her large doe-eyes. Her dark brown hair that just passes her shoulders is wild and unkempt, and her small, lanky 4’9 frame looks fragile, though even I know as small and fragile as she looks, she could snap us all in half in seconds. “Isn’t there something you can do?” Aqen begs me.

she said as she stormed out of the room. "Queen," Ace Denzell bowed, fisting his hands against his chest. The Queen was an old woman with dark skin that contrasted sharply with the pale vampires of their bloodline. Her eyes were large, dark brown and her lips slightly red as they curled upward in an amused smile. She looked like she was born in the shadows. In her room, she had summoned the entire Dark Shadow Coven council, consisting of an Ace, two assassins knights, and a Witch Rosaline.

He was old and trickish, and he had his way to obtaining reasons for a visit from the lips of those who visit the graves of their loved ones in the cemetery. “The goddess forbids the guardian from taking the noble for a wretched blotted pig. I am Qwen, one of the most nobles of Rainbow Crest Pack, lead me now to the grave of my beloved friend, Melo Amber.” I said, my voice exuding the purest command of a noble blood. “My apologies, my lady, but why have you come to disturb your friend who had slept in the bosom of the goddess?” the guarding said with his head bowed before me.

I whispered, the name tasting like cold iron. From the black-emerald light of the Ziggurat, a new figure stepped out—not a goddess, and not a bureaucrat, but a woman with fur like a black hole and eyes of absolute, carnal emerald, her claws dripping with the blood of the First Alpha she had just executed for the second time. "Welcome to the End of the Myth, Darlene," the Wolf-Queen growled, her voice a perfect mirror of my own prehistoric hunger. "It’s time to find out if the 'Queen' can survive the Woman who first taught the Alpha how to Bleed."

Many disciples outside the hall looked at me, I looked at you, then looked at each other and shook their heads, none of them knew what this Black Mountain Old Ghost was. Of course they don't know, but there is no shortage of people from the older generation who do know, Shui Yue gazed and said, "It's a thousand year old corpse demon, specializing in sucking women's essence, picking yin to complement yang, in order to achieve the goal of immortality ......" When the disciples outside heard this, they were all startled, especially the female disciples, all of them were scared white, Shui Yue suddenly changed her face and looked towards Xiao Chen, "Oh no! Quickly go save Chou Qi!"