Killer Queen Requiem Novels & Stories

She is wearing lingerie with a garter belt that makes his mind go crazy, red is certainly her color. This made him wonder as to why this doctor is in this event. She recognizes him with how her body reacted to seeing him. He said that she would drink the bourbon, her eyes widen which makes his accusations true. She was quick to change, to calm her nerves but, he is quick to notice changes. He said there is an antidote, he usually doesn't offer one but, there is one in case of emergencies. He offered her an antidote to explain what happened and why she is in here wearing the signature mask of the reina de los muertos.

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.

Memories from the day I had seen her flashed through my head and I shut my eyes tightly trying to get rid of them, before flicking my eyes open. "You should learn how to act like the queen that you are supposed to be, Arizona does not deserve a weakling just like you" She hissed loudly at me, a smirk on her face before staring at the men who stood at the far end of the room. "Finish her, and make sure there is no end loose to it" Dread filled my heart as I watched her walk away, I clenched the chain tightly, not wanting to think that this would be my last day, it couldn't be, this couldn't be happening,

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.

Seeing his reaction Lilianah smirked. No one had ever seen the queen of underworld. It was rumored that she wore a jacket in which a small symbol of crown made with diamonds was embedded. And both Freddie and Jack saw that crown. Freddie: "You...y..ooo..uu are t..hhh...he queen?" "Yes I am queen and you know what I will do to both of you when I am done playing." Fear was shown on their face. Lilianah laughed and her laughter was as invitation from hell echoing in the whole cell. "Then listen I will wrap you to beautifully and send it to your boss as a gift from queen."

Dax was already on him, vaulting off the tank of his own bike to deliver a flying kick that sent the man sprawling. The circle of Scavengers went silent. The Warlord on the rig stopped laughing. His red optical sensors zoomed in on the silver hawk patch on Dax’s vest a patch that hadn't been seen in these parts for six months. "Iron Wolves?" the Warlord hissed. "The Wolves are dead. The Red-Queen hunted them down." Dax froze. "Who is the Red-Queen?" "The ruler of the Neo-Vegas Citadel," the Warlord sneered, sensing he had struck a nerve. "She collected the bounties. Tank, Reaper, the Chen woman... she has their heads on spikes outside the databanks."

Heavy. “What happened?” she asks. No greeting. No pretense. She already understands enough to fear the answer. I walk further into the room, my gaze briefly catching on the fabrics prepared. The colors chosen with care. The intricate patterns meant to celebrate joy. For a wedding. Kiana’s wedding. I look away. “He will help us,” I say. The Queen exhales softly, relief flickering across her face before she can stop it. “Then it is done,” she says. “We can continue preparations. The ceremony will remain unchanged.”

"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."

It was like a still lake reflecting the tall gray columns that rose high into the sky above the pool. ​And standing in the middle of the black pool wearing a white linen dress that was perfectly clean and with her silver hair braided into a tight three-strand braid that was connected to twelve copper cables of the southern grid, was the First Queen. She didn't have her mask on; her face looked like her grandmother’s face, Queen Eleanor, but her eyes were like two spinning coins with tiny silver numbers in them that showed how much of Elara’s bone marrow was left. ​She held a heavy steel tool in her right hand, a tool used to mark the royal family trees after someone was executed.

"My name is Christopher Knight. One of the few Shadows in this world and their Beta." "Ramsey. What do you need from me?" He asked, finishing his drink then demanding another. "I need to remove a mark and kill the future Queen." "A mark? I don't think that can be done, but the Queen is already dead in my eyes. Once the old line is gone she and the other heirs are as good as dead." "Other heirs." "Tyler, Nate, and Damien. The witches want them all removed. We want Shadows removed as well, but maybe we can come to a new agreement."