Kill The Queen Novels & Stories

Brandon lowered his head, pressing his lips against the warm skin behind Robin’s ear, his voice loud enough to echo in the private box: "The necklace is fifty million, Robin. But the queen wearing it is priceless." Up on the balcony, framed by diamonds and draped in emerald fire, Robin rested her hand over Brandon’s forearm, looking down at the ruined, terrified faces of Dane and Nicole below with a chilling, victorious smile.

He looked around to not make it obvious that he was admiring her and her fear but it was hard for him. He waited for her to continue Rafael's game and she was nervously analyzing the board. She lifted her delicate hand and moved her queen ahead. Mikhail smirked and killed her queen with his Pawn. Everyone was watching the game curiously. "Why would you risk your queen? He killed the strongest one." Lovina sounded confused. Marona ignored everything around her and was just trying to calm her breathing because she was feeling Mikhail's burning gaze on her. She moved her horse towards his King and Mikhail Killed it with his Camel.

"When conflict erupted between his bloodline and the coalition that eventually hunted your family nearly to extinction, he abandoned her, left her exposed and vulnerable precisely when the coalition's forces came seeking any target connected to Blackthorn loyalty. They killed her, believing she carried his child, believing eliminating her eliminated any possibility of the bloodline continuing through an alternate path." "That's horrific," I said, genuine sympathy tightening my chest despite the obvious danger still radiating from her rigid, controlled fury. "But that horror was caused by the coalition that hunted my family, not by my bloodline itself." "Your bloodline's arrogance created the

It was making no sense to me. “No, she will live,” the queen muttered. “Just like you, it’s impossible to kill her unless her powers are harvested first. This wasn’t the first time she’s drank liquid fire, and it won’t be the last.” Her voice was much closer now and I knew she was outside of my cell door. Soon, the door unlatched and it opened, revealing the queen in all her glory. “Considering I can’t exactly kill you… what will I do with you now?”

“I must speak with her, as she is the only one who can prove my innocence.” He looked away, not saying a word. “I’m sorry,” I added. “I should have listened to you.” “Enough of all this. I bet you don’t know what he hates the most,” he muttered with a smile. I could sense the joy in his voice. “He despises those who betray him.” “But I didn’t.” Before I could finish my statement, I was cut off. “You should remain silent and listen to me if you want to live,” he warned. “In this kingdom, any queen who cheats on her mate is killed according to the rules.” I was shocked. Would Finn really kill me?

There is no alternative. I shook my head and my discomfort pricked me. I cannot... somebody who puts his life in danger of mine? I... I don't even know them. I can't ask that of anyone." “You do not have a choice,” Rowan said. “It is not a question of asking; it is a matter of survival. You are queen now, Auri. You must act accordingly." I heaved a sigh and leaned against the bed in an attempt to wrap my head around it. "When will I meet this knight?"

"Wearing a crown. Coiled around a broken sword." Varek took one slow step back. Boots bolted to the floor. "That line is dead," Varek said. The words came out like gravel. "The Sovereign King and his wife burned in the Sector Four sweeps. Ten years ago. There was no child." "The girl is twenty," Tor said. Voice coming back now. Harder. Like he'd made a decision. "She grew up in Sector Four. She fights with the Sovereign form... you saw it yourself in the hallway. And her father isn't hiding from a shipping debt." Something moved in Tor's face. Something complicated and old and guilty. "He's a Royal Guard. He's been keeping her buried in the outer rim for ten years to keep her breathing."

“You still taste the same, darling. Don’t you miss my kisses, huh? “I hate you Ryan! He shook his head lightly. “No, you don't, Isabella . You'II never hate me. Not even in another lifetime. Tears slipped down my cheeks, but I quickly wiped them away. “I hate you in this life, and I’ll hate you in the next one too, Ryan. Get this through your thick head, i will never come back to you. Keep your wealth. Keep your fame. I can survive without you, Ryan. You’re not the only man in this world.

Sometimes, being in Queen Scarlett’s presence was like walking into an industrial freezer. “You must talk him out of it at once.” She said, her voice full of anger. “Goodness. Does that boy want to send me to an early grave?” “I’m sorry, my queen.” “No. You must make him stop. Immediately. There is no need to rush into such rash actions. After all, my husband will be dead soon.” That caught my attention. “Really?” “Haven’t you heard of the darkspire alpha curse? They never live past fifty. Ryker will get himself killed if he keeps this going.”

And Little J, twenty-six years old, who'd checked his loads with hands that would not let themselves shake, who'd said she's ours, I'm coming, pivoted toward the fresh fire, toward the running man, toward the chance to be the one who finished it for his King. "J, hold -" Malik started. The dark chewed itself apart in a burst of muzzle flash from the north side of the room, and over the noise, over my own scream, over the King's voice cracking his soldier's name into the black, I watched Little J spin, a terrible, wrong, boneless quarter-turn, and go down hard against the concrete with a sound I would hear for the rest of my life.