Ghost Queen Novels & Stories

It felt like another emergency arriving before the last one had been wiped off the stones. At the front walked a woman in a pale suit, her hair pinned with bone needles, her lips the blue-red color of winter. She was beautiful the way a sealed drawer was beautiful. Smooth. Cold. Impossible to argue with. [Major entity detected.] [Title: Morgue Queen.] [Jurisdiction: unclaimed bodies, purchased death records, posthumous contracts.] [Threat level: city-ending.] The Morgue Queen stopped at our boundary and smiled at Ava.

Gulp! White Horse felt a chill go down his spine as he swallowed his saliva, feeling terrified. At the same time, Darryl and the others were incredibly stunned too. ‘She called herself, Your Highness. Could she be…’ they wondered. Ileana looked around and said softly, “Aren’t you wondering who I am? Let me tell you. I am, Your Highness the Queen of the Dead in the Ghost World.”

He could solely crawl back and back. Meanwhile, Madam Queenie Qamra was seen stepping forward and forward, approaching her prey with her awful, dreadful and terrifying eyesight. She was even smiling queerly and sarcastically, which made her look even more horrifying. She could step forward and forward whereas the wood wand was still stuck on her back and her blood was still dropping little by little.

"he said The goblin explains even feather he told Eros that they service under one Queen that have baby for them. The Queen is worship by the male goblin and doesn't need sex contacts To have a baby. The Gobling are seen as slaves to the other goblin. The other pure breed is seen as noblemen. The slave can't have kids from the Queen.400 years ago there was a war and the pure breed worn. Now the gobbling wants revenge they have taken over a few land around the area of werewolf and vampire.

[The Ghost Army] The heavy oak door of the wine cellar didn't just open; it exploded inward, reduced to a spray of splinters by a synchronized kinetic charge. Through the dust, four Ghost units moved with a terrifying, insectoid grace. Their tactical visors weren't glowing with the standard blue of the Regency; they were pulsing with a deep, oily black—the mark of the Heir. "Dante!" I screamed, diving behind a row of ancient, dust-covered casks.

; she roared. “Sure my lady!” He bowed respectfully and left. “I have been breaking stereotypes since my childhood, I had made every impossible thing possible, I have excluded the word impossible from my words bank then how could this be impossible? I will be the queen of “The Kingdom of Shades”. I will change this kingdom one day. I will eradicate all the darkness from it and make it the kingdom of rising. It will be just bright and powerful like the sun rise. I want everything, everyone under my Lead. The Lead of werewolf Queen. The queen who would be loved and adored by all. The queen will be just like her wonderful mother but she will not be weak like her who couldn’t fight her fate and

He was something else. "This something else is an incubus, my queen." "Dammit! I failed!" "What is it, my queen? What had failed?" Well, this was new. An incubus, the mind reader, asked a question. "I'm a creature, my queen, I have boundaries. I don't create creatures like I-Do-Not-Know-Who." "Are you referring to human's God, doctor? or Moon Goddess for us werewolves?" "And What for vampires, my queen?"

I whispered. Ozana stepped farther into the chamber slowly. “No time for explanations.” One elder pointed toward me immediately. “She killed somebody.” “Yes,” Ozana said calmly. “Because this is bigger than one death.” The room went dead silent again. “What do you mean?” Ozana’s eyes lifted toward me carefully. Then... “She carries the blood of Asha.” Every witch froze. My stomach tightened immediately. “The Queen of the Night,” Ozana finished quietly. “The Hybrid Queen.”

"Wait. I need to know. Why did, uhm, whatever, carelessly pick me?" "Go back." The woman wasn't paying her any attention. She kept on plucking cowries and attaching them to her head. "What is he? Oh, don't answer that one. He's a ghost. I know that. Why is he in that state? No, no, why can I see him? Why can l feel his touch, ghosts can't do that, can they? What does he need me for?" The old woman stopped her scaly hands from further movements and stared directly at Geneva through her foggy eyes that obviously saw clearly.

“Wow, don't get me wrong but Quinn handled all her medical files.” “Quinn?* I raised a brow. “How are you so sure?” “The hacking signature. It belongs to Ghost . Quinn recruited he last year and the guy has literally vanished from the face of he Earth since then. Anything that ghost touches, is locked forever.” “Cazzo.” (Fuck) He smiled. I exasperated, leaning on the couch. I have only last option. “There a woman. Her name is Sofia, she…” I told him everything about about Sofia.