Killer Queen Requiem Novels & Stories

he added. The queen frantically looked around for something. Her eyes landed on one of the guards, and she walked toward him, pulling a small dagger from the sheath at his waist. Without hesitation, she slashed her hand, letting the blood drip to the ground. Then, she walked over to her son, placing her bloody hand on his head. Kieran remained still, whether paralyzed by fear or shock, I couldn't tell. "The Crimson Promise is something our pack never takes lightly," she declared. "I swear on the life of my only son, and on my blood, that I am speaking nothing but the truth." She removed her hand, pointing at me with bloody fingers as she added, "She is my dead husband's bastard child."

In the Rogue Queen’s ritual chamber, deep inside the Rogue Island palace, the room was covered with smoke from burning herbs and molten silver. The walls were filled with torchlight. Keira was strapped to a stone table, her hands tied, her eyes half-closed, the drug’s effect was fading but her body still felt limp, she half consciously rolled to the side, The rogue gown she wore was beginning to feel uncomfortable as it tingled her sweat-drenched skin. The Queen stood behind them, in the shadow, she had changed into a dull black robe with red threads for the ritual, her face was hidden beneath a hooded black veil, only her hands were visible, as she silently watched the ritual begin.

The Heart’s pulse surged through her, flooding her veins with both agony and clarity. Images flashed before her eyes—Selene’s face, Kaen’s loyalty, the wolves howling at a healed moon. For one heartbeat, she felt everything: the beauty, the pain, the fragile perfection of balance. The Queen screamed—not in anger, but in grief. Then the chamber exploded in light. --- The Aftermath When the dust cleared, the Queen was gone. The Heart’s light dimmed, steady but weaker. Kimberly lay on the stone floor, her body trembling, her staff shattered beside her.

Valia’s scream tore from her throat until it fractured into hoarse silence, and even the dragons in the crowd recoiled. Huverdra rose from his seat, golden aura flickering. “Enough, Segrenry—” But the Red Queen only laughed, wild and hollow. “You wanted mercy for her?” she smirked. “Here is mercy.” her voice dropped, an icy low. She drew her ceremonial dagger and dipped it into the pot of dragonsbane beside her. The metal shimmered with a venomous sheen, deadly and deliberate. Then she began.

Ghost-Queen (voice raw, ancient, broken): “I was supposed to save them. I was the strongest storm-speaker in a thousand years. I thought pride was the same as protection. I was wrong. I killed them all with my refusal to bend. Now you wear my crown’s sister. You speak the words I never finished. So do it. Judge me. Hate me. Strike me down. I deserve it.” She drops to her knees in the water, crown bowed, waiting for the killing blow. Hellebore Mist is in my hand before I realize I drew it. The blade hums (hungry, righteous). Remy’s hand closes gently over mine.

“I’m ready.” With that, Ryder pressed a series of buttons on the control panel, and the heavy security doors slid open with a mechanical hiss. The room beyond was dimly lit, the shelves filled with thick binders and electronic terminals that hummed with activity. Eva stepped inside, her eyes immediately scanning the room. It wasn’t just the physical files they needed; it was the data. The heart of Project Requiem was buried in these walls—somewhere. She could feel it, just beneath the surface.

A small smile spread on my face amidst my pain. "Anybody that challenges her and loses is not fit to live" Thane growled out. I heard her scream and turned just in time to see him rip out her heart. He tossed her lifeless body and her heart away and marched towards me. He lifted me into his arms. "All Hail The Queen" a voice shouted. "All Hail The Queen" the crowd chorused. I shut my eyes in exhaustion and he blurred us out of the field and into the castle.

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.”

I grit my teeth as I force my claws to stay back, to not dig into Mahl’s flesh. As if the only reason a man would want Calli is because of her connection to me, and thus to Mahl. I bury my face against his chest, letting him think it sisterly grief. “The Queen is overwrought,” Mahl murmurs to Auden, stroking my back. “She’s a delicate thing.” “Yes,” Auden replies, dry. I ignore that. “Send for her maid,” Mahl says with a sigh, turning towards the bed and taking me with him, scooping me up in his arms and carrying me away. “Tell her to bring wine and food. She will stay quiet in her bed tonight.”

"I'm so sorry you went through all that, and I'm glad that maid got what she deserved" I kissed her nose, "I thought you would fear me that I was a killer", She chuckled and shook her head, "I killed someone once. Ariana's mother was killed during a hunters raid. I killed some hunters then. I feel so sad that I couldn't eradicate them all, ever since then unfortunately, they rarely open their pack to new members for fear of betrayal", "I'm sorry about that, hunters have hunted us for a long time , I wonder why we can't be free",