Killer Queen Requiem Novels & Stories

As Queen, she would be responsible for decisions like these. What would she do? “Look at me,” she instructed. Skylar gingerly lifted his head. He begged her with his eyes. “Will you show me mercy?” he asked. “No,” she said firmly. “I sentence you to death by White Lace poison.” Everyone gasped. There is no worse death than death by white lace poison. I smiled smugly. That’s my girl.

My breath is taken from me as I watch Bella, the woman I rejected six years ago, walk past me after being crowned Queen. I could not take my eyes off of her through the ceremony. Not when the doors open, and that scent of moon flowers that I could never forget came wafting in. Not when she first walked past me, looking ahead at the dais where King Jonathan stood, ready to help crown her Queen. Not when she turned to face us with the crown on her head as the King proclaimed her as Alpha Queen Isabella Nightlock, ruler of wolves.

“Kneel, Princess Elyria, and receive the crown of Aetherion. From this moment onward, you will be crowned as Queen of Aetherion, and your reign shall begin—” “Stop!” The high priest was interrupted by a loud yet calm voice. A chill ran down my spine as I realized that I recognized the voice. Murmurs ran across the crowd as everyone wondered what was happening. “Cassian, what are you doing?” I asked, even though the chances of him hearing me were slim. I looked at my parents, and they had deep frowns on their faces, signifying that they had no hand in this. The members of the council, however, started rising one by one.

“It isn’t about what I want. It’s what she wants.” “She?” The shadows thickened, rippling across the floor like spilled ink. Then, from the far end of the chamber, another figure emerged—slender, graceful, cloaked in deep violet and silver. Her hair shimmered like frost, her eyes glowing faintly with ancient power. The Queen of Shadows. Every legend about her had said she was long dead. That she’d been sealed away before the rise of the current packs. Clearly, the legends were wrong. She moved closer, each step echoing softly, like the rhythm of a spell. “Alpha Killian,” she murmured. “The wolf who defied death itself to protect his mate. I’ve heard so much about you.”

"If words get out about the bride dying in the Royal castle, it will become a bad omen for the royal family and evil rumors will spread amongst the villagers. No one needs to know about Qetiyah." That day, Luna Queen Qetiyah's body was sent on fire together with the servants and as if that wasn't enough, the Queen dowager ordered for the family of Qetiyah and everyone who knew about the wedding to be put to death. They were all beheaded. A week after the incident, the queen dowager bought in another bride in replacement of Qetiyah, and the death of Luna Queen Qetiyah was forgotten but it didn't end there. Years after, vengeance came back. The secret that was buried for so long resurfaced. Al

Her heart hammered—a drum of war and dread. She reached for the tactical bag Kael packed for her. Her fingers brushed the leather-wrapped jade pendant he had given her. Her jaw set. The Queen had returned. “If they want a monster,” she hissed, drawing her silver-alloy blades, “I’ll give them one they can’t contain.” The first drone crashed into the East Wing balcony, red camera-eye glowing like a promise of execution. The war wasn’t coming. It was already inside the house.

Free yourself from this right niw before it is too late. "I am still me!" she laughs "I do it for the Kingdom! For her"— Her? I have no time to consider the words before she hurls a blast of dark energy into me, slamming me against the inner wall with every intent to kill me. I hold my sword finally ready to end her "I'm sorry Marissa but this ends now'. Before I'm able to move towards her, a burst and ring of fire immediately circulates her then I see Hailey. The Queen descends in a blaze of glory from on high, her armour blazing, her wings outstretch in holy fury. Her aura sends everyone to a freezing stance "NO MORE". She screams

That’s the word the healers used before they ran out of lies. The war chamber has been converted into a triage hall, but it feels more like a tomb waiting for permission. Cracked stone. Ruined sigils. Blood smeared into patterns no one has had the courage to scrub away yet. I kneel on the floor with her cradled against my chest, ignoring every order to move her, to let someone else try. They already tried. Nothing holds. The Queen stands a few paces away, her hands clasped behind her back, spine rigid with restraint. She hasn’t taken her eyes off V once. Grief sharpens her beauty into something lethal.

My parents were both gone. "Kaydence come out here." Damion's voice was just outside my hiding spot. "I can hear you crying Kaydence and I don't have patience for this right now." I slowly slid the wall open and climbed out. Damion stood in front of me covered in blood. His arm was gushing it and I just kicked into survival mode.

The table before them was covered in aged parchment, faded ink, and books bound in leather so old it looked like it would crumble beneath her fingers. Killian flipped open a heavy tome, his movements slow, reverent. “The First Queen’s reign was unlike any before or after her,” he murmured, eyes scanning the pages. “She was the only ruler to wield the power of both light and shadow. The gods themselves acknowledged her as their chosen.” Lyra listened, her pulse thrumming. She already knew that much. But Killian’s expression was grim as he turned to another page, revealing a passage written in a script she had only seen in fragments.