Killer Queen Requiem Novels & Stories

Her silver hair flowed behind her like a river of moonlight. “I’ve lived long enough,” she said. “Let their generation be free. Let the feud die with me.” Adrian’s eyes filled. “Grandmother, no…” She smiled at them both. “My sons destroyed your world. Let me restore it.” The Queen tilted her head. “A willing sacrifice.” A crack of thunder split the sky. The altar began to pulse. The key floated into the air. Adrian and Damion fell to their knees as light poured from the stones. Catherine stepped into the center.

The final defense of the werewolf race would come through the Alpha King and his pregnant queen. My eyes stopped there. Pregnant queen. Fuck. Kingsley looked at me immediately. Neither of us spoke for a second. Because we were both thinking the exact same thing. Kiki. I continued reading anyway even though part of me already wanted to burn the damn book. The queen would carry “The Gem of Life” inside her womb. The last living force capable of preserving the werewolf race. But then came the worst part. If the queen kills her king… The werewolf race would disappear from history forever.

They didn't say a word about the cracked mirror or the ripped hem or the stains on the gold silk‚ just got to work with fresh fabric and tight mouths while I stood on the platform again‚ arms up‚ chin lifted‚ feeling like a mannequin being reassembled. I was mid-fitting when the doors opened without a knock. The lead designer froze. Every single woman in the room stopped what she was doing‚ turned toward the entrance‚ then dropped into a curtsy so deep their knees nearly touched the marble. Queen Mother Liana stood in the doorway wearing head-to-toe black mourning silk‚ the same black she'd worn every single day since the late Alpha King Killian died. Her white hair was pinned back simply‚ h

My lungs were screaming. “Listen, if you’re going to be my mate, you’re going to have to talk to me. Unless you’re mute. A mute queen would pose an interesting challenge.” I’m not mute, I’m dying! “Honestly, this is ridiculous. How about your name? I’ll start. I’m Trick, Vampire King. And you are? Listen, I need to know what to call my queen.” Queen? It was the last word I heard before I lost consciousness.

Placing the dagger across his palm, Elijah quickly made an incision, and squeezing his fist, emptied the blood into the bowl, before turning to face his daughter. "I, Elijah Deveraux, King of the werewolves, renounce my position. I freely hand over the reins to my heir Alina Deveraux, carrying the position granted by our bloodline from this day forth, to be known as Queen of the werewolves, long live the Queen!"

So I had to ask, " Oh, that's what it meant when you were saying about 'connection'. But forgive me, doctor. If I may. I hoped I was wrong. I sensed sadness in your smile just a while ago." Then his Hazel eyes glowed dimmer even sadder. But his gaze still pierced through my heart if I had one. Good thing I didn't have a living heart, so the question was merely a show to sign him that I could care for him too as a creature animated on earth. "I meant it when I said I was a perfect lover for you, my queen. I'm tired being the killer of human beings for so long. Thus I want to help you to end the slaughtering for the mankind. You may put me in forever jail here in your mansion... "

He finishes with a whoop. With a clearing of his throat, Hillary states, short and precise. "As a Vampire in the royal order, your understanding ought to be concise. Nicholas never said we would take control of the world." But to be honest, insults doesn't affect Cornelius. He has lacked manners to the stage, he can't learn again. "Who died?" Enit'ayanf asks. "One of Olivia's trustees. His name was Gregor. Sebastian Hunter did it." I state with a low tone. "Get back to your doings now. The whole of it all would be discussed at the feast."

Well I guess he thought I was long dead. While Grace stood slightly behind him, but her eyes bore into me like she was in a trance. My breath stopped for half a second, I didn't knew they where coming, I thought Dalton won't invite them, he could have told me and I could have already prepared for this moment, but right now… My fingers tightened around Dalton’s instinctively. He felt it immediately. Of course he did. His voice brushed through the bond softly. “Aluna.” Just my name. But it was enough to remind me where I was. The Beta stepped forward. His voice carried across the hall. “All hail the Queen of Wolves.” The response came instantly.

Ricky and Michael pack their belongings and leave the room, I put the matching heels on and stand up. "Are you ready?" I ask, fixing his tie. I look up at him and smile, his hot, minty breath blows against my face. "With you by my side, I'll always be ready for anything" He presses his lips against mine, I place my hands on his chest and he deepens the kiss by pulling me closer. "Henry the limo is-" We pull apart and turn our heads to the door, Ashby is staring at us in shock. "Penelope, I didn't know you were here," he says. "I'm accompanying Henry to his meeting as his future queen," I reply. "His what?" -----

In the Dead Man’s Path: continued The Fae Queen, Thaila, and The Dark Fae King Keiron: “I suggest you show me a little more respect, I don’t make it a habit of hitting little old ladies. But I can’t allow you to disrespect me any longer. You and your grandson are testing my patience, now I will ask you one last time….” Keiran said, just when his other warriors started to freak out behind him. He turned to his warriors, who were holding their ears, dropping to their knees. “WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH THEM! Keiran yelled at the Fae Queen, as he watched his men crying and looking around in a panic. He didn’t know what the hell was happening, but he was going to find out, even if that meant a l