Nefarious Queen Novels & Stories

"The little weed that grew in the dark." "Seraphina," Sofia gasped, her knees buckling under the sheer weight of the presence. The Montague blood in her veins roared in protest, the indigo heat fighting against the encroaching frost. "You... you’re really here." "I am everywhere that my blood is spilled," the Queen’s projection replied. She looked down at Sofia with a look of cold, clinical disgust. "I watched my sister throw her divinity away on a scavenger like Aron. I watched her rot in this gutter of a city. And I expected you to rot with her. But you... you have become a nuisance. You have invited the Sovereigns into the Royal mystery."

The cursed wolves snarled, reacting to his tone. Seraphina lifted a finger. They fell silent. “You wear a crown that was never meant for you,” she said to me. “You carry blood you don’t understand. Step aside and I will let your children live.” Chase snarled. “Say that again.” Seraphina ignored him. “The Moon Queen throne belongs to darkness now. To strength. To me.” I stepped around Lucian before he could stop me. “You’ll never rule through fear.” She laughed. “Fear is the only thing that works.”

' —Inform Colonel Makarov that Nefertary Ibagon will bring more chaos to Switzerland so order can keep reigning. —It will be so. With your permission —he left. —Nefertary!? —that guy looked at me confused. —We'll keep playing their game. Let them think they're in control, and when they least expect it... that warm liquid will decorate my room. I'm a queen. I'm the queen of chaos. I'm the great Nefertary Ibagon. And now that I don't fight blindly... I can have absolute control of the game. 'Demir... I swear I will destroy everything... this time, they won't see me coming.'

I handed the phone to my father, looking apprehensive. He played the video several times. Gripping the phone harder and harder. He handed it to me with a thrust and began to pace the room. “She’s working against me. Why?” Sebastian was next to speak. He took the phone and paused the video on the Alpha’s face. He pointed. “That is the rogue werewolf that killed Naevia. I gave him that scar.” My father yelled and banged his fists against the wall. Sebastian pressed on. “Thinking about all of these events and the posturing the Queen has been doing the past few months, and learning about this.” He paused. “I think the Queen is behind it all, even the First Queen’s death.”

“It’s not about you, Thanion. It’s about your subjects. They pray to a queen, not just a king. They need balance, someone to rule alongside you. And Persephone—” “I’ll have to decline.” Thanion’s interruption was curt, final. He turned away, as though the conversation were already over, his attention shifting to the flickering shadows along the far wall. But Zeus wasn’t so easily dismissed. His tone hardened, losing its earlier levity. “This isn’t a request, Thanion. It’s an edict. The realms need balance, and you know it. The Underworld has gone too long without a queen.”

A man on the boat reached out his hand to help me up. His face was hidden in shadow, but I could see a scar running down his cheek. I watched the flames and bid farewell to my former self. From this moment on, there was no more Serena Ferrari. From now on, I would become my own queen.

Hate had never tasted so sweet. The shadowed queen was rising, and the pack that had once betrayed her would kneel… or bleed.

It’s an illusion cast by Silas’s witch line. It was a well-known fact among the northern territories that the Ironwood Pack’s royal bloodline had spent generations mingling with the dark covens of the eastern marshes. Silas’s own mother had been a powerful seer, and the pack’s enforcers were notorious for using hexed silver and blood-charms to tracking their prey. What if Silas had found a way to forge a false mate bond? What if Victoria wasn't just a physical spy, but a living, breathing curse designed to bind his wolf, dismantle his defenses, and force him to his knees through magical manipulation?

I murmured, half asleep, smiling against his ribs, warm all the way through. "My queen," Malik said, quiet, into my hair, like a thing he'd known for a long time and had only now earned the right to name. "My queen of chaos. If you'll have the crown. If you'll take a gray careful kingdom and a man who's still learning how to be a person and a whole city full of people who used to be ordered to fear you, and stand next to it all, not under it, and make it yours too." I lay very still against him, and felt the enormous thing his voice was circling, and decided, being who I was, to make him work for the shape of it.

The queen was a selfish being, she never showed affection for her husband or children she wasnt there to raise them neither was she involved in their upbringing. But what set her of was she Nico went for her lady in waiting, Bianca. A simple girl she had found in the rouges territory, as she took her in and raise her to be her lady in waiting. She loved Bianca like her daughter. So when she found out her husband was seeing her she warned her to stay away. But when Bianca started acting rebellious and turned against her as she assumed the role of a mistress. The queen tried to kill her and when she caught them in bed one day she knew she have had enough as she plan she chilled of at her famil