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."

She asked her voice shaking. “Silence, girl,” the Queen said, her voice cold, She grabbed a dagger as she stepped closer, and looked down at Keira again. “Your rare wolf will make us unstoppable.” She whispered. “You’re nothing without it.” She said. Keira’s eyes grew wider, her hands began to shake, and her voice faded. “Asher… lied…” she whispered, her voice weak, her head still felt light, the drug pulling her back under consciousness, her heart pounding with fear.

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.

Nala roughly pushed the girl into Noir's arms and he knocked her out. "Where are the others" Thane growled out. Althea answered. "When I got back from the infirmary, everywhere was quiet. The guards and the maids were all asleep. I decided to hide myself when I heard some noise in the kitchen. The beta female and the queen wanted something to eat. After they left, I saw her pour something on one side of the steak. When she tasted it, she didn't eat from the part that she poured something on. So I figured something was wrong. When she got back to the kitchen, she made a call and said she had done it and the queen will be dead soon"

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.”

Charlotte is greeted with surprise when her beloved prince brings home a pregnant she-wolf, and worst of all a half-sister she never knew. The revelation, betrayal and oppressions sentenced her to death, not until life gave her a second chance when a small pack saved her. There she discovers her late mother’s birth pack and discovers her true identity. Five years later, her pack grew into a powerful force. Known as the mysterious Queen of Wolves and the only existing Alpha Female in the world. An invitation to the Moon Ball as her first public appearance and the chance to extract revenge against the royal wolves. It won’t be easy when the dangerous and unpredictable Alpha Alexios has his eye

"Her family ruled a territory along the southern border. The marriage was meant to secure a trade alliance, nothing more." "And?" "And six months in, she was found dead in the training yard. Officially, a rogue wolf slipped past our patrols and attacked her." He turned to face me, and the pain etched into his scarred face looked ancient, worn smooth like a stone battered by years of tide. "Unofficially, there was no rogue. There was no attack. There was a knife, Aurora, and it wasn't a wolf's claw that put it in her chest." My breath caught. "You think someone in this keep murdered her."

Amelia says, her interest clearly piqued. “You see, my animai is Isolde Laurier, intended High Priestess of the makkari,” I announce confidently. Black Thunder to my right, has his eyes blowing wide in astonishment, but Chris snarls and immediately moves Mei behind him, “What the fuck did you just say?” “Chris! Stand down!” Amelia shouts, her turquoise eyes glowing and an intense energy coming over the room. He looks at her incredulously, “Did you not hear what she said?”