Queen Blood Novels & Stories

No one could touch them. The Queen herself was flawless. She had the best poreless skin that was a shade darker than Brittany's tannish brown skin tone. Her eyes were a piercing blue that was bright in the darkness. Her hair was in waves of reddish-brown hair that had slightly a redder tint to it. On her head was her crown that was woven from the best trees that London probably had to offer. It was a mix of red, green, yellow, and orange, all braided together. Her wrists also had the same woven leaves on them as well.

she said breathlessly, “please… just listen to me.” He said nothing. His jaw was tight, his gaze unreadable. Queen’s eyes fell to the floor. Her lips quivered. Then, with no further hesitation, she dropped to her knees right in front of him. Everyone gasped. The guards who were within sight exchanged stunned glances. Orlanda’s hand froze on Oswald’s chest. Nathan’s lips parted in surprise, his phone momentarily forgotten. Queen, the daughter of Wilberforce, the woman who once looked down on everyone, was now kneeling on the estate pavement, her palms clutched around the fabric of Oswald’s trouser leg.

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 his legal wife. I wear his ring. I am the Queen." "No, you stupid girl!" my father roared. His face turned an even darker shade of purple. "The werewolf packs in this territory will never bow down to a Queen who does not have the Alpha's blood! You are only the true Queen as long as you carry his royal baby! But you are not pregnant! You refuse to go into his room. If the Warlord dies tonight without an heir growing inside your belly, the crown does not pass to you. It does not pass to the Silver Fang army."

"Of course the wife of His MajestyRobert. You are Her Majesty the Queen of the Raltz Clan." Pine's voice was hoarse, sounding like a wild beast's growl. "Are you obeying my orders?" The priest bowed respectfully, "Of course, Your Majesty!" "Then listen carefully. Get out of here and save yourself." "Which-" "Without complaint, carry out my orders!" said Pine. The priest was surprised. “Her Majesty shouldn't have blood-red irises yet. She should have gotten it when she had eaten humans. But why does she have it now? This is not possible. Has the change ceremony failed since the beginning?”

“And who exactly gave you permission to descend from your dead throne?” The Queen tilted her head. “Still full of teeth, Vesper Moretti. But this is not your war anymore. It never was.” Elara moved beside him. “Then whose is it?” The Queen’s lips curled into something resembling a smile. “Yours, if you have the stomach to claim it. The crown has survived centuries by shackling women like us. I tried to burn it. I failed. But you, child… you’re already bleeding for it.” Kael drew closer, tense. “You want to help her? Or use her?”

A flicker of recognition passed through his eyes, an acknowledgment of my noble lineage. King Edward’s gaze shifted toward Agnes as I continued, my words infused with a touch of pride. “And this, Your Majesty, is Agnes, the queen of Qarth, She possesses not only beauty that rivals the stars themselves but also a spirit as fierce as the most untamed wildfire.”

The threatening expression of Charlotte made the whole crowd shut up . ' That's my wife ! ' thought king Damien with a proud tone . " Your majesty , with all due respect since you are now the queen . This woman has already given birth to someone else's child . She has a bastard and now wants to get that bastard with unknown blood inside the royal family's register . This is insane . You need to take precautions about this . " said the noble lady .

"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

Was all Leo said taking my hand and pulling me down the corridor a little more, but we didn’t walk far, his hand pointing to one portrait in particular. “This Queen here, she was called Evermore, she was human and was abused by her stepfather, she ended up ruling beside her mate for generations and is hailed one of the best Queens of our kind.” Leo first explained pointing towards a pair of mates who beamed happily at us, the woman absolutely, beautiful, I wouldn’t have known her past at all.