Kill The Queen Novels & Stories

She says with a small giggle. "You will stop second guessing your abilities to lead and you will rule right beside your mate. That is an order." She jokes with a hint of seriousness. I nod and smile up at her. She holds her hand out and a golden staff apears. I immediately bow down and she dubs me Queen of werewolves by tapping the staff on both of my shoulders. "I now dub thee Mackenzie Roseline Lathen as Queen of werewolves and Luna of the royal pack. Do you accept?" She asks and I look up at her.

He gives in, panting. "The mafia don's behind the death of The Kingstons." He informs. The woman rolled her eyes, expecting something more valuable than the Kingstons, whoever they were. Dominic Bianchi, the Sicilian Don, was known to end lives. The woman was aware that it was the Don's favorite past-time. His hands were stained by the blood of those he had killed. Though it's not like Bella's hands were clean.

The Queen said after a few seconds of enjoyment of the silence in the room, "Ordering an ALPHA, massacring the village Riverend with one thousand, three hundred and seventy five people, leaving no one, alive." Erebus stopped laughing long before the Queen continued her "sentencing" and fell into silence, not moving a bit since. But the words "leaving no one alive" finally turned his head a bit. Why? Why did the Queen say that no one survived? Why did she hide the fact that Kitty was still alive? She couldn't have killed her because then she wouldn't have need to went through all these trouble to make him, but then, why? "Such a crime, deserves the penalty of death." The Queen finally said, "

Pathetic bitches! I brushed past her shoulder, intending to leave, but her hand shot out, blocking my way. “Where do you think you’re going when Queen Bee Francesca isn’t done with you?” one of her dolls snapped, glaring at me. Queen Bee?. I almost laughed. What was this, a cliché high school movie? Francesca tilted her head, her smile calm and cold. “You still wear that perfume, huh?” Her voice dropped low, almost teasing. “Do you miss him?”

My fingers curled into her coat, hot and thick, and her wolf leaned into me. A declaration. A claim. She might be Queen. But she was also mine. The gathered wolves stirred uneasily, whispers spreading in harsh, ragged voices. “Queen.” “Bloodline Queen.” “She killed him.” “She killed Aiden.” The Beta snarled from the dirt, spitting blood. “This isn’t finished. A queen is nothing without a kingdom. You can make us kneel, but you’ll never hold us.” Rayna lowered her head, a guttural growl rolling from her chest, deep enough to rattle bone. His wolf broke before him - tail tucking, ears flattening. He didn’t speak again.

I was his one weakness. Don Alex, the king of New York. And I was his queen. But days before our child was due, I was thrown into the Dockside Deathmatch—a cruel game broadcast for the underground world’s entertainment. The bullets flew, hidden traps lay in wait, and my every terrified, pathetic attempt to survive was broadcast live on giant screens. Then, I heard his second-in-command on the loudspeaker. "Boss, your wife's about to pop. You sure you wanna be here?"

Alexander whispered but the feline didn't move an inch. "Hah! Like mother like son!” Alexander uttered as he rubbed Kuro’s belly and the feline started purring. “Wakey! Wakey! Little Kuro, time for your bubble bath!” He uttered again while shaking Kuro to wake up. The feline opened his eyes and glanced at Alexander with a poker expression, “Ngeowwwww!” “Your Majesty Kuro! I apologize for waking you up from your beauty sleep but her Majesty the Queen asked me to give you a bath. It’s been a while since you had one.” Alexander bowed his head and placed an arm below his stomach and the other one at his back.

“Especially about the witch’s origins, how this began, and why they are after your father and brother.” “They are basing all of this on the fact that they don’t believe you can be Queen though? I mean that seems like a lot to leave up to chance, I’d bet they are going to kill you too.” A growl erupts behind me while Quai is talking and I just roll my eyes. “Like hell..” Ryn mutters. “You know what I mean,”Quai defends as he lays back down.

I had failed to protect her once again. I leaned down and pressed my forehead gently against hers, whispering so only she could hear, “I’m right here, Hazel. I’m not going anywhere. Just fight, baby. Fight for me.” The room felt heavier now, the air thick with unanswered questions and the threat of more danger lurking in the shadows. Someone out there had tried to kill my queen tonight, and they had almost succeeded. But who?

He brought down his torchlight as with the other councilmen, before nodding to Queen Isabel. Zita felt the Queen’s hard squeeze before she let go and ascended the stairs, standing right next to Gilman. She looks down at her husband but wiped the tears away as if it never formed. “The King is dead,” The Queen shouted. Her elegant voice resounded on the smooth surface of the stone, which carried it to every corner of the room. “But his death shall not be in vain. We have not found his murderer yet, but I promise myself and every councilman present here, that I would find her and bring her to justice. I won’t stop, nor will I rest. I will search the ends of the earth for her. I will search for