Ghost Queen Novels & Stories

the hotel staff replied. “Hmmm, so we're dealing with a ghost queen. That settles it; she's probably moving between the four monuments to avoid being seen. We'll split up and check each of the monuments to see if we can find her,” Mary concluded, pacing back and forth in front of the bed. “May I ask why you're looking for her? I'd be in big trouble if your intentions are not for the benefit of Vedantya,'' the room attendant asked nervously. “Oh, really? Maybe you should have thought about that before talking. I and Mary plan to capture the queen and sell her to slave traders,” Herculia said with a sinister smirk, slamming her right palm into her left fist.

Marek’s eyes stayed fixed somewhere beyond the walls like he was listening to something none of us could hear. “The dead are tied to the Hollow,” he said quietly. “And the Hollow remembers blood.” A chill crawled slowly down my spine. Theo grabbed another knife from the weapons cabinet near the wall. “You’re saying they can recognize her? Because of The First Queens blood in her?” Marek finally looked at me. “Yes.” Jax swore under his breath before shoving extra ammunition into the back of his jeans. “Great. Ancient underground nightmare zombies with tracking instincts. Fantastic night we’re having.”

the voice said again, softer now. “My Queen,” I answered quietly. A brief silence passed. “You may raise your head,” she said gently. I hesitated… then slowly obeyed. The woman before me carried herself with effortless grace. Her presence was strong, yet not suffocating. Her eyes were observant, wise, and… kind. “I am Queen Seraphina Nightcrest,” she introduced calmly. “Mother to Dalton.” Nightcrest. The name settled with weight. I bowed my head slightly again. “It is an honor, my Queen.”

I make myself think that I have helped her, that I have actually, in my own way, saved her from years of mental worries. With that in mind, I take another step until I am standing next to the bed, where she is lying, asleep. Her comatose frame, inside the duvet, looks so pretty. I have never allowed myself to admire my own mate this way, talkless of if she doesn't reject me, the Queen Of All Vampire's Kings. Anastasia, The Queen Of All Vampire's Kings: my monster tastes that phrase in our head. It is nothing but absolute perfection. I smile. Afterward, I watch her intricately. Anastasia is a beautiful human. I have seen many in my lifetime, and yet, she strikes me handsomely.

They are so cocky that they have the entire Trio's bloodline in one room. 'Fucking rip all their heads off and be done with it. We can finally take back what's ours. You want me to meet you there.' 'No idiot. I can't take three current Alpha's let alone all their offspring, servants, and guards, but I'm much closer than we thought we would be.' 'Do you see the future Queen? I hear she was blessed by the moon goddess herself and I mean blessed in all the most delicious ways. I would love to taste that kind of beauty before we remove it from existence.'

The woman once again gazed intently at her reflection. “You are still beautiful! No matter what.” She consoled herself. The agony of that experience was too difficult to handle. Sofia wanted to cease thinking about her past but it continued haunting her. Even though she already changed her name just to forget who she truly was, but she could not deny the truth that she was Clarissa Gonzales, the infamous beauty queen who was dethroned, maligned, and was defamed by the public due to a scandal that ruined everything about her.

" Again, I found myself thinking about each and every piece of information. Just as I was about to ask how we ended up in this situation and what happened to all these werewolf packs, he spoke first. "Enough for now! You need to get ready. We're running out of time." I nodded as I prepared to do as I was told. Then another question popped into my mind. "The first man with a wolf's name was Andrew. How about the Queen? What was her name?" "I don't know!" He stated. "No one actually knows! She was always referred to as the 'Queen of werewolves.'" "I see!" I replied, though I wasn't quite convinced by his answer.

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.

Their large tarantula like bodies are hairy and their fuzz sticks out in all directions. "Hello, Queen Ursa. It's been such a long time. You look as strong as ever. Why are you affiliated with the werewolves? The fight between us has nothing to do with your kind. Back down now and the unicorns won't be harmed," Rosemary sneers at Queen Ursa. Queen Ursa steps back on her hooves and makes a sound like a white horse mare would. Then she points her horn toward the Ghost.

I tense as Angel disentangles herself from me and steps up to her impostor. "I am the Queen of all supernatural beings, the Ruler, the all-powerful ruler of the Dead, and most importantly – I. Am. Ambrosius's. Mate." She seethes in the bitch's face before hovering off the ground. Dark cloud took over the sky, thunder roared, and her eyes began to glow in a frightening hue. What the hell? "Was she bad?" Hunter asks from the porch. He saw that! "She was trying to steal your daddy, baby. Grey, take care of it, please."