Maven Red Queen Novels & Stories

“You don’t need him. I know where you can find your father. Lets go.” The dazed red-haired witch followed Crystal out of the club. “How come you know who my father is but my mum refuses to tell me!” Maeve whined as she followed Crystal. Crystal chuckled as she answered, “I helped your mother give birth to you. Your elemental powers were very strong and a danger to everyone around you. I was the only one who could handle the heat. Anyway that crest belong to the Black Widow Pack.”

The Royally Screwed Queen ( Complete) 3. The Royally Screwed Princess ( Coming January 2023) 4. The Royally Screwed Rogue ( Coming 2023) 5. The Royally Screwed Mate ( Coming soon) 6. The Royally Screwed Warrior ( Coming Soon) I hope you will stick around for the next one as we go back to the werewolf kingdom. Please also check out my F...B...Page (Setiyele M.) There is a whole community of loving people there who you can talk about the books with. There is also a lot of other information I share about the books there.

The moment I turned my head to glance at the figure behind me, he pinned me against the wall and glared deep into my eyes. "Let me go!! What the hell are you doing?" I hissed at Tony as he clasped my hand roughly and pinning me against the wall. "Why? Didn't this tempt you? A fiery one with blazing red hair, I knew something had been wrong with her. You call death around you because you are a witch. Do you know what I learned today when I went to a ghost town? Stay away from a woman who has blood red hair." He was whispering harshly in my ear.

"Your Highness." Mary was the king's elder sister, but by rank and status, the queen was the mother of the nation. Thus, Mary was required to pay respects to her. However, Mary's first impression of the queen was far from favorable. She had already heard that Jocelyn had been imprisoned because of the queen. Even if others believed the queen, Mary was firmly convinced that someone as upright and devoted to the nation as Commander Morris could never have attempted to assassinate Wendy. On the other hand, women in the harem were all deeply scheming, idle in state affairs, and focused solely on competing for favor.

Against all odds. But holding is not the same as winning. And eventually, they could not hold anymore. I turned the page. And found a portrait. Just a sketch, really. Pen and ink. Faded with age. A woman. She was not young in the portrait, but she was not old either. She was somewhere in between, in that particular place where a person stops looking like what they were and starts looking like what they are. Her hair was loose. Her expression was not afraid. Mira. Last Queen of the Witch Covens. Keeper of the High Flame. Killed in the forty-third year of the Crimson War by Aldric the Elder, great-great-grandfather of the current Alpha King.

His fists were clenched at his sides. “This isn’t business,” he muttered. “This is a sickness.” Amara pressed her fingers to his. “We kill the head, the body dies.” “And if we become part of the body to do it?” “We won’t,” she said. But she wasn’t sure. Because the next name on the auction list — the highest bid of the night — wasn’t a girl in a cage. It was her. Lot 27: The Red Queen “Ladies and gentlemen,” a voice rang out over the chamber, “for tonight’s crown jewel… a one-of-a-kind legacy. Trained in three cartels. Proven bloodline. Untouched. Unbroken.”

He obeyed her every order and aimed to please her to her utmost satisfaction, in all ways. The Red Queen's castle was as her name implied; the curtains were red, the hallways were red, some walls in the main hall were painted red and a mix of white and black. Her silk sheets were drenched in blood red dye and there, her general ravaged her body in passionate sex.

Even Rose had disappeared at some point. I turned back to my coffee trying to ignore him but I could feel his eyes on me. They were burning a hole into the back of my head but I refused to turn back around. His scent was invading my senses in all the wrong ways. My fucking libido was doing summersaults but I tamed her down.

I gasped. Sarah turned to the window too. The mansion gate opened, and I saw the convoy of black luxury SUVs with tinted glass all running into our compound. A biker in front of the vehicles carried the familiar banner, a black flag with a red dragon at the center. It's the one symbol all citizens of Valdoria recognized. The banner of RED DRAGON, the most powerful man in the country and beyond. He was the leader of the Durango Cartel and a godfather to almost every powerful man in the country today, including my dad.