Poison Queen History Novels & Stories

Why the hell was it so bitter? I walked out of my office to look for my maid. My thoughts were in a complete mess. Only Bella could affect me like this. TESSA! Sir..." I glowered at her. "What the hell is this? What have you done to my coffee? Why does it taste so damn bitter? Don't you know the regular mix I drink? She lowered her head, frightened. "Sir, Miss Isabella was the only person who knew how to make the perfect blend of your coffee. I am sorry, sir. I forgot to ask her about it."

Said Jake looking at her tenderly. London had saved her but how? “Where did you get the antidote for the poison? The late queen died because no one could get the antidote for the poison. How did you get it?” London sighed and walked closer, but Jake growled at him. “Don’t get any closer.” London looked at him and shook his head. “When that happened to the queen, I asked the general for the queen’s tests to see the type of poison that was used. He got them for me, and I have had people working on it since.” He looked at them before continuing.

Well, whoever poisoned her was here in this palace, and he was going to make sure that person suffered for it. "Come show me every other maid she talks to." He said, and the maid jumped to her feet, taking him to the kitchen. When the King got to the kitchen, his eyes angered like that of fury. "Who poisoned her?" Everybody stilled like a block of ice was poured on them. "No one poisoned the Queen. I'm not aware of this, I take her as a friend and nothing else...I didn't even know she was the Princess of Crystal Clan when she was here playing the poko game with us" The first maid was named Margaret Henrietta.

she replies. The Queen watches her in the mirror, her expression thoughtful but proud. “You will be ready when the time comes,” she says calmly. Outside, the footsteps return. Closer this time. Heavier. Not hurried in joy, but driven by urgency. A murmur rises in the corridor. Low voices. Sharp whispers. Still, inside the chamber, no one pays attention. “Bring the jewels,” the Queen orders. A servant rushes forward with a small carved box, placing it carefully on the nearby table. The lid opens to reveal rows of glittering pieces, gold and gemstones catching the morning light.

I crack my knuckles and lay my elbows on the table. "Now…" I begin, my tone authorizing and king-like. "What is all this talk of a new war? I thought we just ended one."For years, we'd been fighting with the "bitch queen" of Pateros because my prized dolt of a brother enjoyed raiding there the most because he liked the jewels and the colours the most out of any kingdoms. We won the war against Pateros and successfully got ourselves a whole new loot of colourful items to decorate the stone palace with.

And the kids will be so beautiful. When her nurse came to administer her medicines, I knew Adler had played a trick on me; this wasn't a job; this was equivalent to getting paid for having fun. For all of the primary jobs, it had many different people administering them. And I was left to keep Isobel company; we would walk the gardens, then back to her room, where she told me about every piece of jewelry she possessed. There was always a story behind each one of them. Birthdays, anniversaries, and push gifts even when there were losses, And one could see the sadness in her eyes when she spoke about them. But all in all, there were many of them, of all colors; she was a diamond girl, that was

I said, and she smiled a little before a woman came out with a tray of Polaris, one of the famous watermelon fruit punch. I took in a quick gulp, relishing in the taste and coolness of it, before we explained whatever we had found to the queen. "I know two of them," the queen said. "She is from clan Red Thunder, and the other one is a royal seamstress." "We think they might all be the descendents of Azura," Mateo said to his mother. "And that someone has been killing them one by one." The Queen's face twisted in a thoughtful look as she read through the paper, her looks growing somber with each paper.

But it never hurt her to try and be like her mother, even though she could never be exactly like her. Maria was not some ordinary girl, she was the Princess of Crasatra until, she decided to marry Arthur, who was just a baker. But she believed that love is greater than any wealth or status, and left everything for love. Then her little sister, Diana became the queen and married the general. Diana also had a daughter, Elizabeth, who was just like her, arrogant, rude, and would always think that she's better than everyone else. But Maria was the exact opposite of her sister, beautiful, lovely, sweet and pure. No wonder, why people wanted to marry Maria so much but her heart was stolen by only

Caliana could hear her brothers chatting in the main room of the house, excited. The Hunters yearly search for an apprentice had begun a few weeks ago, but so far no one had been chosen. They heard the King and Queen of Asteria had chosen to pass on having one of their children enter the Hunters Competition, so the Hunters had skipped going through their kingdom, and was instead heading north, towards their village.

It had made him see the truth. King Malgron, who had sent his beautiful deadly daughter to poison him, hadn't been working alone. The poison she'd used was incredibly specific. Only a Smilodon Witch could make something that powerful, that untraceable. But here was the problem. Malgron had wiped out ALL the Smilodon creatures centuries ago. Killed every last one of them. Made sure their bloodline was extinct. So how did his daughter get that poison? Who helped Malgron? These were questions that haunted Draevon every single day.