Poison Queen Novels & Stories

"The Queen has been poisoned." I gasped so hard it hurt. My whole body went cold. "Poisoned?" My voice shook with horror. "No… no, that can't be. I check there's no poison in her. I know she's been resting, eating carefully, drinking the tonics I prepared. How could anyone…put poison in..." "Lethal poison," Rowan cut in, his voice grave. "Ancient and dangerous. The kind that hides deep in the body, waiting. Elder Freya said it is the reason Lady Rissa's pain will keep returning."

Caius barked, his baritone rising with alarm before he turned to bark orders that at the maids and his words faded to static in my ears. She was choking. The daughter of the grand Alpha commander of the west end pack was choking in our base. “I can’t breathe…Can’t—” she heaved, lurching forward to vomit a sea of red onto the stainless burnt orange floors. Poison. The sickly sweet smell of it rose like a mist from the sticky black blood, hissing when it hit and darkened the cold tiles. Wolfsbane. Lethal, especially for royal wolves. “Oh my goodness! Poison! The princess has been poisoned! Somebody! Sound the alarm! Get the healers!” a courtesan’s high-pitched whine made the tension that had b

He sighed in disbelief and felt pride deep in his heart. Despite having trouble breathing and speaking, Queen Lumeena still tried to utter a word. "E-Edward, you… you need to calm them down before they… will destroy our world..." the King nodded abruptly with difficulty. He realized that the Queen was poisoned and at the same time cursed. The Queen was poisoned with the elixirs of death. And there was no cure.

“If you want something done properly, then perhaps you should do it yourself.” The suggestion hung heavy between them. Juno met her gaze, chest rising. “You mean poison.” A small, cold smile touched the Queen’s lips. “You always were perceptive.” Jun turned to a small chest by her writing desk, drawing out a small vial of pale grey powder. “A servant loyal to me will see that this finds its way into her bath salts. It dissolves without trace, gentle, at first. Then the body burns from within.” Indira took the vial, looking straight into Juno’s eyes. “If this fails—”

"No, we don't have that ability. Only the original can do that. She's the beginning of our kind anyway. They call her the Phantom Queen and she is eternal, at least that's what they say. She can manifest her essence in her chosen descendant throughout the centuries hence why they call her the Phantom——something that cannot be seen but she still remains in this world." "So she still exists up to this day? Where is she now?" I sighed, scooting closer and cuddled her on my side. "Nowhere. She'd been long gone since the War of the Triad began eight hundred years ago. Let's say we are indeed a 'cult'. And we were united before under the Phantom Queen Silva who was chosen by the Essence of the Ori

“Love? Karel, the only person you love is yourself. You didn’t move a finger for me or Gael. You just want the position of Royal Beta to gain influence, power, and money.” Karel simply smiled in silence. “Luckily for you, I am already bringing our goal closer. While you are failing, I am thriving,” she cooed. “The King is back, and now he receives a new poison daily. One that is nearly impossible to detect. It stores itself slowly in his tissues.” The Queen reached down, sliding her hand under her long skirt to slowly remove her lace panties.

Xavier’s pupils dilate in horror under her hardened gaze and the other two shrink back, avoiding her eyes. “Oh, my queen,” I purr, pulling her into me. “I know I won the race but I would love nothing more than to watch you kill them yourself.” “Kill us?” Viktor cries, his hand actually clutching at his chest. I let out a dark laugh, “well, after I’ve had my fun of course. But don’t worry, you’ll be begging me to let Aurora kill you.” I glance at my queen who looks eager to end them, “and she will gladly do as I ask and rip out your hearts, one by one. Won’t you, my love?”

My legs shook with fear as I quickly tried to explain, "That's not my responsibility. I'm just a delivery person." He got impatient. Suddenly, he grabbed me and threw me onto the bed. "I don't care about that. You are the woman they sent to me. You're so beautiful, just like a doll." I was so terrified that I almost burst into tears, thrashing and fighting with everything I had. He violently tore open my top with both hands, popping off several buttons and exposing my lace-trimmed bra. "My, my, black lace, eh? I can tell you're a wild one just by looking at you."

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.

I look at Angelo, who's looking at me in awe, "What kind of knife is this?" He blinked rapidly, coming back to his senses. "It's burn steel. Specifically made to cause as much pain with each cut." I smirk and look back to Paulo, "I usually ask once but since I'm feeling generous, I'll give you one more chance before I order your death." "Alright!! Alright!! I'll talk!!" he screams, writhing in agony. I look back at a stunned Vincenzo. The moment he meets my gaze, however, he schools his features into a passive expression. Hah, too late pretty boy, I caught you being impressed.