Maven Red Queen Novels & Stories

Kitty lowered her eyes and avoided Erebus's eyes. The Queen sneered coldly and turned to Kitty: "Well, well, well! You are good, little girl! What is it that you want?" She didn't say it out loud, but there was nothing left for her beg for mercy from Kitty, or fight her way out of here, killing all the people here today, but had to run forever from both the Kingdom, AND the Coven. The Coven could turn their head away from what was happening here, so long as the main function of the werewolves are maintained; but if someone mess up with that, then even the Red Queen won't be tolerated.

The crown is decorated with blue, pink and purple sapphires, diamonds and opals creating a gorgeous prism effect when it catches the light. “You are to be your own Queen, Lemuel. A Queen, unlike any this kingdom has had before. You are not ruled by the Queens of the past, but free to lay your own path, and so Haemon and I felt that a new Queen deserves a new crown,” she says proudly as she places the crown upon Lemuel’s head.

“Unless you believe that the princess is unworthy to rule without an Alpha by her side.” He had said it. He had given me a foretelling and I didn’t even see it because I was so wrapped up in surviving that attack from him. He had said it right there. It wasn’t over, and he was right. He thought the rule would end with Quai, because I couldn’t be Queen. “We gotta go.” Preston stands up suddenly and grabs his backpack. “What’s wrong?” “Syn ordered to search for the maid who was in the packhouse earlier. He just mindlinked the warriors with a description.”

This was hers. Across the clearing stood her rival—Queen Maera of the Crimson Claws. Once a powerful ally, Maera had broken their ancient truce and claimed Selene’s child would bring imbalance to the werewolf order. Maera, with her hair braided in crimson silk and eyes gleaming with challenge, looked every bit the warrior queen. "Selene Moonborn," Maera called out, her voice resonating through the clearing. "You carry a child conceived through unnatural bonds. You’ve made pacts with ancient forces and turned your back on the Old Ways. You are unfit to rule."

mí padre said. “We have an alliance in place,” I said. “Respectfully, her current last name isn’t as important to me as her future last name.” I took a step forward. “Sir, you know Jasmine’s worth. It’s why you keep her so very well protected.” I brought my right fist to my chest. “I will do the same. With me, she will be my queen.”

If he spent the rest of his life despising me it would be a lenient punishment compared to what I truly deserved. "You've got to be fucking kidding me," Quade grumbled, "we're not going on another witch hunt. There's been two so far with the Bishop witches. A third hunt is pushing it. If the fae girl can get it done, then let her do it. She can't fuck us over. Not now that she's fully mated to Sylvain. That's the best security we have." "You're putting too much faith in that mate bond," Julian's displeasure rolled off him in lethal waves, turning the atmosphere in the room restless.