Poison Queen Novels & Stories

Bella laughed, thinking that Marcus finally had enough of her bullshit and wanted her to shut up for once. "Oh it's not an anesthetic. It's poison." Marcus spoke as Bella's whole arm starts to throb. "Biocide?" "Close but nope. It's a new kind. But you don't need the details, what you need is the cure for that poison slowly making its way towards your heart. And the only way for you to get that cure is to talk, unless you want to die?" He explained, waiving the empty syringe in front of the woman.

Zayla reached the pillar, grabbed Bella’s arm, and pulled—only to find herself yanked off her feet and slammed to the floor by the Queen, whose hands radiated a green, predatory fire. “You have to let go, Daughter,” the Queen hissed, her face inches from Zayla’s. The words were both a curse and an order. “Cordiva survives if you kill her now.” But Zayla saw through the Queen’s intentions. For the first time, she perceived her mother not as a monarch but as a caged animal, desperate enough to sacrifice her own children to the darkness. Zayla, blood in her mouth, spat out the word: “No.”

This was a loss of my quiet life, the small, ordinary, anonymous life I had struggled to attain. I didn't know what to do first. Panic clawed at my chest. I took my phone and instantly called Rowan so that I had a voice to ground on. "Rowan, I... I can't." "I will not," I responded immediately, and he took a reply. "I don't want to be queen. I can't. They are going to steal everything from me. My freedom, my privacy, all I have created. I don't want this life. I never asked for this. Please... don't do this to me."

I let out a frustrated cry. “It's okay, you didn't know about all this but you have the power to neutralize the poison, so it didn't harm you at all,” She answered. “But the Queen will know about my powers now. She will set another trap now… what should I do to avoid it?” I asked in a panicked tone but she shook her head in no. “She will not find out about it for now. She can't expect you to be the last survivor of this powerful bloodline. She will think that the Royal Alchemist gave you a fake poison to save you, so you are safe for now,” But it did nothing to lessen my worry.

The knowing smirk on his face was trying to mock me. He knew it, the truth of us, or the truth of me? Still grabbing my hands compactly, he nodded at the pack members present there and granted them sit. I was silent. Following him like an obedient pet, it was not me. It was my hard-trying to control my anger. No one ever dared to humiliate me. Maybe he was the protector of a magical world, so was I. I was the queen of the world of poison and dark magic. "She's the one to spread poisons in the whole pack. Take her to torture sell to know why and how she did that. Find out who sent her here."

"She's been here six weeks and she's already the person my soldiers ask about first when they wake up shot. You know what that is, right? That's not a liability, big brother. That's a queen." I didn't answer. But something eased in my chest, one degree, and I sat the long watch out with my back to the wall and my gun across my knees and my brother breathing steady on the other side of a door my woman had locked with her own hand, and somewhere south of Atlanta, driving hard toward a sunrise he thought was going to save him, Isaiah Crowe did not yet know that he'd been given exactly one night, and that the King who'd let him have it was already sitting in the dark counting down the hours unti

I couldn't imagine going that long without talking to my mate. I decided no matter what would happen ,I would always work things out with him and not let things get to strenuous because I love him very much. My business was blooming so much and was attracting so much money per month . I didn't really work much and left most to my maids but focused on my son. My mate was always suportive no matter what I did . I knew no matter what our family of different species would always strive through it all. It's funny we went against nature and mated together and even had a children. I was indeed a Vampire's Queen.

“Why do you say that?” Linhua thinks back to the Queen’s reaction when she saw the blonde’s face, and shakes her head. As if her trouble thoughts are making her thirty, she lifts the cup and drowns the rest of the drink inside. “The Queen is obsessed with her,” she says a little too loudly. The door opens just as the words leaves her mouth, and Linhua flies to her feet, while choking on her spit. She stares wide-eyed at the Queen who just emerged from the inner chamber.

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 am utterly in awe of the beautiful creature in front of me. “Our mate.” Rohan mutters dreamily. “Our queen.” I agree.