Queen Bathing In Blood Novels & Stories

Before blood soaks my chest and pools around me, hot liquid comes out of me. “Ethan! Despite the commotion, her piercing, terrified voice reaches me. In my hazy vision, an angelic visage darts back and forth over me. I point my finger at her cheek, but my arm stays still. "I anticipated that you would be my downfall, Princess." Then the world went completely black as my eyes rolled back in my head. Yet I smiled, thinking that the last thing that I saw was .... My wife.

Lucien roared. “They’re not wolves,” Ava said, eyes glowing. “They’re nightmares.” —THE BLOOD QUEEN’S GIFT A scream split the sky. Not Ava’s. Hers. The Blood Queen descended on a stormcloud of darkness, cloaked in bone and crimson. Her silver eyes locked on Ava across the battlefield. “This was only the first taste,” she called. “Next time, I come for your throne.” Ava hurled a blade—but the Queen vanished into mist, laughing.

Her eyes, crimson as fresh wounds, locked on Blue with hunger and triumph. “My daughter,” the Blood Queen purred, her voice like velvet over steel. “You’ve finally come home.” Blue’s blood ran cold, but she stood her ground, power crackling in the air around her. “I’m not your daughter,” she spat, her voice shaking the earth. “And I’ll never be your queen.” The Blood Queen laughed—a sound that made the stars shiver. “We’ll see.” And then, the night descended into war. ---

She opened the book and put it on the table, in the circle of the three item she just took out of the box, and then took a step aside and waited for the Queen. The Queen stuck her finger in Erebus's wound, and with a light groan from Erebus, her hand was covered in his blood. "Do you know what we are doing today?" The Queen asked as she stood behind the table, as if nothing was wrong with her bloody hand. "I'm sure you will let me know." Jane bowed, "Are we using a criminal’s blood in the spell as well?" The Queen smiled at her with a mysterious look: "That's not just any man. From the tip of his heart, grew the flower of life. His blood would smooth the infusion."

“Get up, Lincoln. We’re leaving this place.” I was so confused. Should I go with her? “No,” said the king once more. I was getting the sense that it was his favorite word. “You have no dominion here. This is my court.” The Queen stepped up, shielding me from view. “He has a drop of fae blood. Are you willing to ignore that?” “A drop? That werewolf has been mixed with humans. That blood you speak of is non-existent!”

The Queen, although surprised and angered at the outburst from a human, she didn't take offense to it as she needed something from the scientist. “I need blood,” she stated blandly, which seemed to confuse the scientist as he furrowed his brow. With a questioning brow raised, “Your majesty, I do not understand what you mean,” he responded, his voice stuttering as he was pinned by her intense gaze. “Blood of those rebels, I hear you may have some of them,” Queen Megan continued. This seemed to catch the old scientist's attention, his heart skipped a bit as he was afraid the queen night knew of his little experiment he was carrying out, he was under strict instructions by the king that his exp

“Before I tell you, you must know that whatever the outcome, one thing is for certain. I will go down in flames or die trying to save us. We need to take every risk necessary to reach our endgame.” “And what exactly is our end game here, Leo?” Since the moment I first saw her, I have concealed a dark secret behind the facade of trying to be her hero. The heart of the now-defiant Queen may belong to someone else... But the truth is, Zeynep Volkov belongs to me and I will reduce cities to soot and ash to claim what is rightfully mine. No matter what it takes. I'll make her mine. If I have to wait... Kill for her... Slay her dragons... I will.

"You're a vampire, and you're supposed to kill; you need blood to live…..what the hell is wrong with you, woman, some vampire Queen you are." I run to the bars of the cage, wishing I could pull them open so I could tear him apart. The King still watches me with that sinister look before he looks at the Queen still kneeling on the floor; he grins as he pushes her onto her hands and knees before he rips her clothes from her body. Leaving me to watch in horror, I want to yell at her to fight him, not to let him do this, but when I look into her eyes, all I see is fear.

Once there is enough blood in the jar, Manon fills the lid and puts it in her pouch while the young woman holds her hand to her wound. “How long till I have what I need?” The woman asks. “You’ll have it when I give it to you,” Manon says dismissively. She may look like me, but that tone is one hundred per cent Manon. “That’s not an answer,” the woman hisses. “You’re breaking Atlesper law, so you can tone down the superiority. I’m a busy woman, you’ll have it when you have it,” Manon says coldly. “Just be quick about it. Once I use it I can make Prince Sebastian claim me as his animai and once he is coronated, I will be declared Queen of Atlesper,” the young woman gloats.

“Quickly now.” Inhaling a deep breath, Rex stepped forward, offering his bleeding thumb to the queen, who looked down, a glint of hunger gleaming in her four eyes as she stared. Shaking her head to clear whatever thoughts she must have been thinking, the queen gently took his hand in her own and lifted the thumb into her mouth, nodding toward her thumb.