Parasite Queen Novels & Stories

The only sound left is the hiss of the parasite still smashing itself against the glass tube, craving the blood that will soon be destroyed forever. “The choice is yours, Princess,” I press emotionlessly. “You can keep your godlike power, reclaim your throne as the strongest Queen, and allow this continent to remain infected by a plague endlessly searching for you. Or… you can surrender your power, become a weak woman forced to hide behind your Sword Bearer’s back, and save this world from a parasite apocalypse.” Maeve says nothing. Slowly, she lowers her head. Her eyes lock onto her own trembling hands. The black shadows that usually slither between her fingers now look like a curse ready t

I get so close to the werewolf that I feel its breath all over my body, and then the beast talks. "I am Manure, the maze keeper and you have trespassed my property and no one gets out alive!" I start laughing a bit and then introduce myself as the Queen of Futanari, soon to be the ruler of all the lands. Manure gets angry at my laughing and roars like a lion. I let him know that he won't scare me whatever he does. Manure slowly approaches me, testing me, to tell the truth, that I feel no fear toward him, and gets one of his paws up with very sharp claws and heads it toward my neck.

Sarah felt as if she were under a spell. Staring at the massive, rigid cock before her—its menacing blue veins bulging—she found herself inexplicably parched, her lips and tongue yearning for it. This was the colossal object thrusting into her flower—so incredibly pleasurable. Her hands involuntarily gripped the thick shaft. It was hard to imagine how such a massive cock had fit inside her flower—and how fiercely hot it was, so scorching to the touch.

"Oh, my queen. You're not trying hard. Why don't you try to read my mind now, as now I am thinking of something? " His gaze didn't leave me not even a second as I tried to read him. Then there was a long line that he was thinking in his mind, and suddenly, I could read. [It was on purpose I wanted you to find me. I've been wanting to get to know you and have loved your form of life since I heard about a vampire queen who turned an old city into a place for humans being slaughtered by rogue vampires. She declared those beasts, the merciless vampires as rogue vampires, and she made a system that those merciless vampires should be annihilated, all of them. All only for the sake of humans that h

The fog itself seemed to shiver, pulling tighter, until the figures were so near Mia could see the glint of eyes—silver, countless, unblinking. The pendant pulsed again. Slow, rhythmic. A heartbeat that wasn’t hers. “They’re here,” Mia whispered. Her voice broke like glass. “The ones who rewrote it.” The eyes blinked all at once. Then a ripple of sound, like parchment tearing, cracked the air. The mist split open, revealing not the clearing, but a throne towering in the distance, veiled in shadows. On it sat a figure crowned in violet flame. The Queen. *“For me,”* her voice thundered—not loud, but absolute.

“My clan, my family, my friends, I am Leana Holstin-Castien, Guardian of the Realm, Councilwoman to the Supernatural, mate of King Drake Cazien, and now Queen of the Undead. Rise and come, swear your oaths to me. Know that I will always keep my oaths to you, and you will be bound to keep yours to me.” She stands on the stage as first Demetrius and then one by one the rest of our clan come to swear their loyalty and fealty to my Queen and then drink her blood. Mehira and Jael also come forward, swearing their loyalty to my mate. I stand close to her, snarling when it looks like someone is going to take more than a sip of her blood. When it’s done, I take the empty cup and raise it to the sky.

“But if the next cursed creature tries to eat me, you’re buying me dinner first.” Barbie cackled. “Oh, I like her.” We pressed on, deeper into the pass. The fog thickened, and faint whispers slithered through it—voices that weren’t quite real. “Betrayers… sinners… killers of blood…” I clenched my fists. My ears rang. The Queen’s curse—alive, crawling into my mind like a parasite. For a second, I saw flashes—dead forests, burning cities, the Queen’s pale face smiling through blood.

She says with a small giggle. "You will stop second guessing your abilities to lead and you will rule right beside your mate. That is an order." She jokes with a hint of seriousness. I nod and smile up at her. She holds her hand out and a golden staff apears. I immediately bow down and she dubs me Queen of werewolves by tapping the staff on both of my shoulders. "I now dub thee Mackenzie Roseline Lathen as Queen of werewolves and Luna of the royal pack. Do you accept?" She asks and I look up at her.

As we got closer to them, I scrutinised the woman's features, noticing that she appeared to be my mother's age or younger, her hair was banana blonde and trimmed to her shoulders, her frame was petite and she wore a tight-fitting short red velvet dress with six-inch heels while clinging to the man's side, but that her eyes were not on the man she clung to, but rather on my father. That made me mentally roll my eyes; it wasn't something new for us. Then, because they had spotted our arrival, all of their attention was drawn to Warren and me. I put on my famous charming smile and turned to face the two newcomers. "Jessica, Warren, this is Marcel Alberto and his girlfriend, Melinda," Mum introd

She tried to roll, to run, to escape—but another strike sent her sprawling onto the forest floor. Her strength ebbed with every passing second. Branches scraped her face, her chest heaving, her blood soaking into the dark soil beneath her. Somewhere close, in the underbrush, rustling. Not Aaron. Not entirely. Whimpers and low voices—controlled, deliberate, not panicked. Something, someone, was watching. Louise’s vision blurred. Her body refused to respond. Pain and exhaustion pulled her toward the edge of consciousness. The last thing she saw before darkness claimed her was the gleam of teeth in the moonlight and the shadows of something moving closer through the forest.