Jean Grey Goblin Queen Novels & Stories

She was frowning and covering her face. “Hi,” I whispered as I caressed her face, “How do you feel?” Panting, she looks at me. When I see her eyes, I gasp. She had grey eyes. She looked stunning. Grey eyes weren’t usual in vampires. There was only one clan whose vampires had gray eyes, but the kingdom vanished decades ago. As she looked at me, I smiled softly. I waited for her to answer me. Suddenly her hand moves to my face. She was staring at me intensely. As I was about to say something, she scowls.

“Excuse me…hello? Can someone explain why there’s a green short ogre in the room?” The goblin stopped and looked at Celeste. “Ogre?” He practically yelled. “Who're you calling short?” I sat up straight with a faint smile. “He’s a goblin. And my loyal servant.” Celeste gazed wide-eyed between the two of us. “A what?” “Goblin,” I completed. “They exist?” she asked, shocked. “Since forever,” the goblin answered. Her fingers dug into the blankets. “And you’re just…fine with this?”

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.

Fuck, this was nothing of this earth. "I did not invite you in," A voice boomed, both young and old. New and broken. Shivers dug their way up my legs, rattling my knees slightly. "I never thought I would see the Killer Queen tremble this much." A mocking laughed followed. Katharine's teeth were warped, like she had tried prying them from her mouth. Faint outlines of shadow created the illusion of antlers from her head. "What are you?" I mumbled, unable to fully catch my breath. The thing smiled back cruelly and I could hear many civilizations wither and die within each word it spoke afterwards.

But then, watching the same people over and over again gets boring overtime. Diving into the book, I reopen to one of my favorite parts of the lycan battles. It is the chapter where the lycan king was brought to his knees by the queen, and makes she him beg her for his life. He wasn’t expecting her, or that she would even do something like that. It is what makes me like it more. I feel like I relate to the queen well. She has always been undermined and underrated, then she wound her full potential and—

He had two large fangs extending from his lower jaw, wore leather armor, and carried a large, long sword. “Who are you?” Steven asked. “My name is Mammon. The gryphon of the abyss. Warlord and ruler of one of the three kingdoms of the abyss realm. I have come to take your lives and destroy this piece of sh*t you call a home,” the stranger replied. Steven got back on his feet, and his eyes turned bright red again. “Gabriella, I guess our fight isn't over yet. Do you have any strength left?” Steven said. “I’m right here with you, Steven. Let's kill this idiot together,” Gabriella replied, her eyes also turning bright red. Both their auras slowly seeped out of their bodies, and their eyes glowe

Aiden knew that whatever Grey had discovered, it must be of utmost importance. "What is it, Grey?" Aiden asked, his voice filled with anticipation. "What have you found?" Grey approached the table and carefully placed the satchel down, his hands trembling with anticipation. With a solemn nod, he unfastened the worn leather straps, revealing a gleaming silver blade nestled inside. Its edges shimmered under the dim light of the room, whispering tales of death and destruction. "This, my friend," Grey began, his voice hushed, "is the weapon we've been searching for. The Devil Queen's weapon."

Esmeray took in a deep breath, she was finally able to breathe but the Lore king's eyes grew wide in anger. "What's this!?", he screamed," so, you humans decided to trick me huh?!" Esmeray dared not say anything. He was a tall man, black-haired, complete red eyes with no whites and a handsome face. If only he weren't in a bad mood, maybe Esmeray could have been mesmerized. But she trembling wity fear in front of him, afraid that he'll kill her. "Isabelle! Lock her up! Until I decide what to do with her!", he ordered.

“Thanion, Lord of the Underworld, Master of Shadows, Keeper of—” “Get to the point, Zeus.” Thanion’s voice cut through the air like a blade, his patience visibly wearing thin. Zeus chuckled again, unperturbed, and gestured around the room. “You know, for someone who claims to hate their title, you’ve certainly embraced the aesthetic. The torches, the black marble, the... ambiance.” He waved a hand toward the spectral woman, who rolled her eyes and vanished into a puff of smoke, leaving the faint scent of lilies in her wake.

The other one. Ash Queen. --- POV: A Listening Seer (Mortal) Far from our dying fire, in a crooked house on the edge of no-man’s land, a woman in grey linen sat at a splintered table, eyes rolled white. Her hands trembled above a bowl of black water. The whispers of rogues carried to her like moths to flame. In the water, the story shimmered—the barefoot queen, the fire, the kneeling survivors. Her lips moved, repeating words she did not understand.