Queen Bee Hazbin Hotel Novels & Stories

‘What’s going on? ‘Our new queen is about to hatch.’

Nicole Parker's voice broke the silence as everyone stared at the latest model of an expensive brand tumbler that kept rolling on the floor after it dropped from the wall where it was mercilessly thrown. Only a foolish person will believe that it slipped off her hand. Would a thing slip and get smashed into a wall higher than the height it was being held from the ground? Obviously, and without the slightest doubt, the Queen of Bully threw it purposely and intentionally into the wall. As for the reasons, no one dared to know. It wasn't the first time she expressed her honest opinion on anything that drove her mood wild. But Fadz Ling was different. He kept observing his young boss and the guy

Rune sighed in satisfaction and disappointment, "Adler, there are countless women worldwide with that hair and eye color. How would you find her if she's real when you don't even know the size of her titties." Priest, on sensing Rune was about to get punched, pushed him aside and stood in front of Adler instead, "I'll hate to see you like this for somebody that doesn't exist." He tightened his hold around the paper, "She exists." "So?" Rune laughed. "I'll make her my queen."— *** Now she was here. "wait... WHAT!" He didn't know how to feel, standing close to the door. What should he do? Go to her? Ask her why she would think he would go to that extent. Yell at her; why she'd think he'd ever

The Viper clubhouse smelled like piss, smoke, and cheap whiskey. Floodlights buzzed overhead, throwing harsh shadows across the cracked concrete lot. About forty guys packed in, laughing too loud, shoving each other. Hazel stood next to King on a low wooden stage they’d dragged out. Her shoulders burned from the fresh ink, but she didn’t flinch. King raised his arms. “Listen up, you sorry fucks. This right here? She’s mine now. Hazel. My queen. Any of you even look at her wrong, I’ll carve your eyes out myself.”

I huffed, walking over to her. “A hot mother.” A guy commented as he walked down the stairs. “Hi. I’m a mother-fucker.” He smirked cheekily at me with an outstretched hand for me to shake. “Clearly.” Thea mumbled rolling her eyes at the guy in disgust. “You must be new here.” I smiled sweetly at him. “I’m Mia Queen, the capo’s girlfriend.” I added smugly. The next few seconds were more than comical as a hundred different shades of fear crossed the guy’s face before he ran away.

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. "They're due to arrive by nightfall Father! I'm sure I'll be the one they pick. After all, I am the best of our family." Her eldest brother Seth's voice was clearly heard as she worked in the kitchen with her mother and younger sister Cerise. Carrying three plates into the dining room, she placed them down, one in front of her father, the other two in front of Seth and second oldest brother, Sebastian. Her mother and Cerise came out with the rest of the plates, o

Alpha Trent was the one to step forward this time. “Stupid question get’s stupid answer. Tread carefully Alpha.” I said. “When you win then you will automatically become the Queen. I guess I’m just curious as to what you have planned for afterwards?” He shrugged. “Let’s just get threw this fight first shall we. The king might just kill me and then you’re question is then invalid.” I said. Damn that’s the second time I’ve been asked that. You’d think I would’ve thought about it by now.

I shook my head and then waited for Heth to pull himself away from Heather. "Ready to go." He finally said as he jogged over to me. I saw a big smile on Heather's face and I just smiled back at her. I think we both got what we wanted tonight. "Yeah let's get home. Maybe we can order some pizza I'm starving." Heth laughed and we headed back to the apartment. Once there Heth set to ordering pizza and I headed into the bathroom. I ran the hot water and filled the tub with bath salts and jasmine as it filled up. I had to admit for an apartment it was luxury. The bathtub was a giant garden tub just perfect for soaking in.

The tension in the room spiked, both of them got engaged in a staredown, either of them was ready to back down. Well, it should really be an interesting ride here. If not anyone, these two would be really entertaining. Just as I was about to interrupt them, a warrior ran into the room, panting hard. “Your majesty, the Queen!” He yelled. “What happened to her? Where is she?” Thorne bombarded him with questions, his eyes grew red. “She’s outside. It seems she’s infected with that virus.” That was all the guy could say before Thorne ran out of the room with Dominic right behind him.

he said finally, “but you’re a special case, I suppose.” His tone was dismissive, but the admission was anything but ordinary. “She’s our Queen,” he continued. “Our Queen?” I echoed, startled. I hadn’t realized incubi and succubi even had a leader, let alone one with such a title. “Yeah,” Damien said, leaning back lazily. “She’s ruled over us for centuries. Maintains order, and keeps the hierarchy in check. Her primary concern is making sure we succeed in feeding off human desires.” He said it so nonchalantly, as though this supernatural monarch was just another fact of life, like the sky being blue or the earth turning.