Nefarious Queen Novels & Stories

“Not just his empire. Something hidden. He’s pulling strings in half the city. If you’re in his way, he’ll crush you without blinking.” Ares’ jaw clenched. “And Valeria?” Matteo gave a grim smile. “Then she’s either his next queen… or his next pawn.” ******************* The following evening, Valeria stood in front of her mirror, adjusting her earrings. Her daughter was already tucked in bed, and she’d promised herself she wouldn’t let Damien see the storm inside her tonight. But when she walked into the rooftop garden where Damien was waiting, she felt his eyes on her like knives.

Her voice trembled, but she forced herself to speak, her eyes pleading. “Mrs. Ford, please believe me! Vera isn’t who you think she is. She acts so innocent, but behind closed doors—” “Enough!” My mother's sharp voice cut through the chaos. I had never seen her look so furious. Her glare locked onto Ruby, cold and merciless, her eyes burning with restrained fury. “So, you’re Ruby Quinn.” Ruby’s breath hitched. Fear flashed across her face, but she still clung to her act, her voice soft and weak.

He spoke each word almost through gritted teeth, squeezing them out between his teeth—a clear sign of just how overwhelming his possessiveness was and how furious he was at that moment. Sarah, too, was utterly humiliated, her shame and anger nearly tearing her apart. If it hadn’t been for her assistant drugging her, how could she have spent such a ridiculous night? She didn’t even know who that man was… After much hesitation, she could only answer truthfully, “I… I don’t know…” This made the man even angrier. He had thought she wouldn’t be so careless, but who would have known she was actually so promiscuous.

On the third day after Lady Eaves “died in a fire”, the first wave of conflict swept over the royal court. A young scribe made a formal complaint accusing Queen Isabella Fairfax of three unforgivable sins. One, as the queen, she could not bear children, yet she stole another concubine’s progeny and claimed them as her own. This could be seen as deceiving the crown. Two, Lady Eaves had contributed to the continuation of the royal bloodline, yet the queen had forced her to kneel in the snow and slapped her in public. This constituted a failure of the queen's moral conduct.

Viola. Graceful. Calm. The Queen Mother beside her. Strong. Unshaken. And then Him. Idra. Standing near the center. His gaze lifts. And locks onto mine. The room fades. Just for a moment. Then A voice rises above the noise. Smooth. Unfamiliar. And far too interested. “So,” the man says, stepping forward, his eyes fixed on me. “This is the new queen.” My breath catches. Because there is something in his gaze Something dark Something dangerous That tells me This night Is not going to end well.

She removes one black-gloved hand and extends it toward the fire—not touching, never touching. “Maereth of the Broken Vale,” she says, voice steady despite the weight behind it. “Witch. Guardian. Thief. Liar.” A faint, sad smile curves her mouth. “Friend.” Something in my chest cracks. “She stole from you,” I say hoarsely, remembering. The queen huffs softly. “Repeatedly.” Cain blinks. “You let her live.” “I let her win,” the queen corrects. “More than once.” Her eyes lift to me then, sharp and assessing—but warm beneath it.

When the apocalypse began, Aria believed her husband would protect her and their three-year-old son. Instead, Kael betrayed her, forcing her to leave their child behind and handing her over to the most feared man in their world: King Asher. Broken, desperate, and with nowhere else to turn, Aria thought her life was over. But the king she had been taught to fear knew something about her that she couldn’t remember. Her father had entrusted her to him before his death. He had searched for her for years, only to discover she was already married to another man. Now, with the world falling apart and the dead rising, Aria’s forgotten past is beginning to surface. When she confronts the husband w

She remembered Eli’s words from the day before, squared her shoulders, and tipped up her head. “Ladies and men of Yewforia, hear me!” the queen demanded. “You have been assembled here today to bear witness to the meting out of punishment. A serious crime has been committed against the crown! Today, I, your queen, Rona, Empress of All the Lands East of the Galacial Mountains and Queen of the Provinces South of the Compazional Sea, will seek your assistance in determining the fate of a criminal, not because I cannot perform this task myself but because your Princess, my daughter, Katrinetta, has asked that we bring this villain before you so that his fate is determined not just by the crown bu

I couldn’t think straight when he was so close, and he knew it too. “I am his son through a blood oath, but not by blood.” “Explain, please.” He sat back down on the grass and once again patted the spot next to him in invitation. I relented with a huff and dropped down beside him. “When the fae queen first came to live with the king, I made sure I was the best and most trusted enforcer. I was assigned to escort the queen everywhere and guard her with my life always. I did this for many years until the king banished her to be a slave, and even then I would look out for her. She was a kind and caring woman. She loved everyone and everything. It was just who she was. I thought the warlock that

I am a girl who is afraid to close her eyes because of the haunted nightmares I usually have, anytime i closes my eyes those nightmares always disturbs me. Those are not just nightmares, they are things that happened in the past. The past that made me a heartless and ruthless monster. Those nightmares reminds me of the pain and loss that i am going through. Those nightmares made me a ruthless monster whose name creates fear and havoc in the life of people. It gave me a new identity, above all it made me Queen of mafia. When will i ever be free from those nightmares? When will i ever be free from the painful and sad memories of that unfortunate day that ruined my life and that of my kid broth