Ghost Queen Novels & Stories

"Girl, are you the one who threw that stick? From which Ye lineage are you? What an evil spawn! How dare you be rude to our most important guests?! Hurry, kowtow and apologize! For offending His Highness Qing, leave behind a leg before you scram!" Qing? What is that? Not even a Tian(1) would make her bat an eye. Talking about backgrounds, excuse me you ignorant blob, she is a Hun(2)! Even an immortal would tremble and pee his pants at the thought of offending a Hun! You even dare ask for a leg?

Under normal circumstances, I would’ve brought a larger team. These weren’t normal circumstances. The more people involved, the greater the chance of information leaking. And right now, I trusted very few people. Cross & Sons Funeral Home sat near the end of a deserted block. The building looked abandoned from a distance. Most of the windows were boarded up, and years of neglect had left the brick exterior stained and cracked. A rusted sign hung crookedly above the entrance, swaying slightly whenever the wind picked up. It looked dead. Which made it the perfect place for ghosts to hide.

I headed for the edge of the forest, where the sulfur smell of the green smoke still lingered. "I know you're still here," I said to the shadows. "Come out." The wind swirled, and the hawk with the glowing green eyes descended from a gnarled oak tree. It shifted, its feathers melting into a tattered green robe. A woman stood there—or at least, something that looked like a woman. Her skin was the color of moss, and her eyes were empty emerald pits. "The Queen mother returns," she hissed. "Has the King’s heart finally faltered?"

Damn! “To kill a vampire,” I say, deciding to go with the truth. “You don’t need the scythe for this.” “Queen scorpion, this is not an ordinary vampire. This one is an ancient one. He made a pact with Hades, so he can’t be killed with normal weapons. I have tried this multiple times.” The Queen opens her mouth to speak, but another scorpion that looks like a scholar comes and says something in their language. At first, the Queen frowns, but as the scholar keeps talking, a smile appears on her lips.

After breakfast, Darina reported for her training, and the queen greeted her with a bitter smile, ready to humiliate her. "My dear, I see Royal etiquette has already overwhelmed you since you’ve started dining only at the pack house." "Not at all, Your Majesty. I simply want to understand the pack better." "Very well," the queen said through gritted teeth. "Surely you didn’t manage to read all the books I sent you." "I read them all." "Great," the queen said, clearly surprised but unconvinced. "Then I hope you don’t mind a little quiz. What was the name of the first werewolf queen?" "Gaia."

Nose to the ground, the Queen stalked through the forest where Axl's old home stood amongst the trees, coming up empty again. Where are you? One of the chamber maids spied the Queen's wolf galloping off towards the bathing area, clearly hunting something, but it was none of her concern so she carried on her way. She'd only just stepped into the castle's foyer when Beta Talon stalked down the stairs stark naked causing the poor woman to avert her eyes as he spoke to her, "Have you seen the Queen?" He barked, seeming unsettled. "Yes, sir I passed her wolf heading towards the bathing area about five..."

CHAPTER 143: THE EXTRACTION LEDGER The "Lagos-grit" had taught me that when a landlord tries to throw you out of a room you paid for in blood, you don't pack your bags. You burn the house down with both of you inside. The white glass beneath my bare feet wasn't cold; it was numb. It was the feeling of a limb going to sleep, except the numbness was creeping up my shins, past my knees, and settling into the marrow where forty-two versions of my own ghost were screaming for room to breathe. High Queen Elena—the original flesh-and-blood monster who had sat in this Swiss mountaintop vault while generations of my family were ground into binary dust—stood up from her bed.

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Eleleth's white ghost moths wreathed him, and he was bathed in sickly, sterile light. "What in Nastrond are you doing at my gates!" King Hakkon, the Lion of the South, roared in fury. "Get back, foul huldre!" Out of the thick, obscuring mist stepped my She-Beast. Queen Jarngrimr of the Sorrows. I screamed, but the scream died in my throat, and from stories below, her red eyes fixated on me. She gave a slight smile, lip curling to reveal a wolf fang.

I don’t even want to tell her about the exhausting day that I had. “…” She gave me a hard and piercing stare that meant she wants to hear everything even if I don’t want to tell her. “A monster killed one of my co-teachers. It’s called a winged-ghoul and it could detach its torso from its legs. I’ve never heard of one or even seen one before but it apparently feed on pregnant women.” “Oh my, how dreadful is that. Did it hurt you?” “No, I said I’m fine. We easily killed the thing.”