Jean Grey Goblin Queen Novels & Stories

The moment the magic faded, there they stood. The Queen Mother, regal and serene, draped in flowing pale blue robes that shimmered faintly with magic. Her silver hair, streaked with white, was loosely gathered into a bun, with wisps escaping to frame her beautiful face. Her piercing grey eyes, sharp as ever, softened with warmth, and her lips curled into a gentle, knowing smile.

I can’t help the gasp that escapes me; her eyes, which Aurora described as the ‘most beautiful blue she’d ever seen’, are intensely black, and not just like Adelaide’s where her irises are black; Gwendolyn’s eyes are completely taken over by the void, as if it’s seeped from her iris’s into the whites of her eyes, making her look more like a demon from the underworld. “Don’t pay any attention to him, Gwennie, take the girl and let’s go!” Cassandra orders her. I actually laugh, the sound getting lost in the roaring fire behind us. I crouch over Aurora, my wings shielding her from view, and bare my fangs at her mother. “You think you can just take my queen from me? You’re out of your damn mind

"You followed my friends all the way here? To catch me?" Ruby shot her a sharp, challenging glare. She grinned back, along with the sound of a horde of people. Ruby felt we were getting closer to them. The guards looked around, while Ruby didn't move. It turned out that it was coming. Ruby could hear Jay's heavy breathing. They caught up with her, and Brian invited them to join them. Ruby stepped closer to the Goblin, choking him and forcing him to stand in his grip. "But you're in the wrong place. This is my second home. I am the granddaughter of Wolf's King, Lycaon."

Aminda said sweetly, “perhaps we might speak in private? With King Kian and King Zibor present.” “Of course. Please, follow me.” Inside Gray’s study, his wives joined him: Claire, the brunette; Inessa, the blonde; and Elana, the newest, with fiery red hair. Aminda’s eyes lingered on Elana. “Did you know, Lord Gray,” she said smoothly, “your new wife is a witch?” Gasps filled the room. Elana shook her head desperately. “I’m not—I swear I’m not!” she protested. Gray wrapped an arm around her protectively. “My queen, she is from the noble house of Toren in Scotland. She has no magic.”

CHAPTER 76: THE OBSIDIAN ECLIPSE High Queen Elena was no longer the goddess of the Spires. She looked small—fragile—standing in the center of a helipad that was being consumed by shadows that had no source. The white silk of her gown was being stained gray by the sheer lack of light. She was clawing at the air, her golden eyes wide with the one thing I thought she was incapable of feeling: absolute, paralyzing horror.

“Now, Mira, be a good pet. Crawl to me and put your mouth to use. Show them what you do best.” His words left me hollow and heavy. My limbs turned to stone as the world tilted and faded into a grey, muffled blur. Shock finally shattered what little strength I had left, leaving me trembling and nearly blind. “I said crawl,” Draven’s voice boomed, echoing off the stone walls like a death sentence. I closed my eyes, growing weaker and weaker. A single tear rolled down my cheek. The infamous Dragon Queen. The future Lycan and Werewolf Queen. The woman gifted with magic powers.

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?"

“I almost did.” “Please, Leon. She was just messing with you. Concubae are selfish, cruel, bitches. She was using your attraction to her to distract you. And it worked.” Another man spat angrily. I grinned. Sounded like my type of woman. Over the last couple months, I’d heard bits and pieces about the demon queen. All the incubi who trekked through the forest did was complain about how she’d stolen their king and made him weak. Turned him against them. Part of me wished I could’ve met this queen, but she’d died fighting. Like a true warrior.

Their surprise attack took the Goblins by surprise and by the time they realized what was happening , half of their brethren was already killed off by Ron and her, luckily , Goblins were much into magic than attack and defence - they were sneaky little things that stood in the background rather than rush in fighting . Their leader the one who was casting magic on Lord Garcia screamed shrilly whether trying to command or singing soprano , Chelsea didn't know nor did she care , she swiped her scythe against his neck and the leader gulped , his eyes staring at her hatefully before he disintegrated. .

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.