Queen Blood Novels & Stories

Julius steps in, eager to show me to the door. I stare at Alpha Dante, hot shame and embarrassment causing tears to prick my eyes. He meets my eyes, the rest of his handsome face is cold as ice but those eyes…they stare at me like he wants to close the distance and sink his teeth into my neck. Why won't he just do it? Is it something about me? Am I that unattractive to him? That has to be it. Fuck. I was so stupid. He has the Queen. And she’s a bombshell. Why did I think my seduction tactic would work?

His wife was easily considered as the second mightiest person in their kingdom, not only because she was the queen, but also the heiress to the Don Carso Duchy, the wealthiest family in his kingdom after the Yorens and the fallen Salvatores, she wasn't just a beautiful face but a mastermind in economy and diplomacy, she was also the people's sweetheart, her popularity exceeded his by stages as he wasn't too fond of public appearances, leaving them all for Katherina to take care of while he focused on his Sara. With such authority and support. The queen was more than capable to order the priest to kill his daughter, King Edard still vividly remembered the day she walked on him in his study a

she announced, and all attention averted at Emma. She immediately stood up from her seat as we clapped our hands at her. She walked in front, climbing up the stage as Haley Carson put her sash on along with the crown, giving her the queen wand. She was smiling from ear-to-ear as claps resounded in the entire gym. Standing on the side once the photographer was done taking her photos, she moved to the side as Lindsey announced the homecoming king. “And now for the homecoming king,” she read the envelope again before continuing, “Caleb Heory.”

But his gaze lingered only for a fraction before returning to my face. “You look…” he started, then paused as if the next words were fighting through his throat. “Different.” Different. I tried not to cringe. “Different good?” I asked before I could stop myself. He swallowed once. “Yes. Good.” My heartbeat tripped. Edna snorted loudly and I stomped on her foot. She yelped. Liam exhaled through a tiny smile before turning to nod slightly in greeting to Edna. The Queen arrived shortly after, gliding through the hall like a moonlit blade; all silver gown and rigid grace. Her eyes swept over the nobles, then paused on me.

They open the coffin they thought was the King and ran a stake through the heart of the Queen. The King woke to his wife's final screams and killed all but one soldier who managed to get away. That night the King compelled a young maiden, the daughter of a Lord, Lord Jeffrey Kingsley. He took the woman back to his castle and forced himself on her as revenge to the humans. Once he was done with her he thought of killing her, but did the opposite. He forced her to leave England and sent her off to the New world.

She asked, impatient as she waited for him to elaborate. "Bruce a-and Layla Kingston. They're the leaders of t-the Panthers, The American m-mafia." She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Unfortunately, I don't have a clue of who they are." The woman grabbed another knife from the table and slashed multiple cuts on his chest, red blood oozing down his torso freely. Bella went around him and carved a heart on his bare back. It was her symbol; a signature, you could say. Each of her victims, alive or not, bared the symbol on their skin.

A small smile spread on my face amidst my pain. "Anybody that challenges her and loses is not fit to live" Thane growled out. I heard her scream and turned just in time to see him rip out her heart. He tossed her lifeless body and her heart away and marched towards me. He lifted me into his arms. "All Hail The Queen" a voice shouted. "All Hail The Queen" the crowd chorused. I shut my eyes in exhaustion and he blurred us out of the field and into the castle.

The silver bites into me, but I refuse to let them see that it hurts even though inside I am screaming, it takes me my all to keep my composure. The Queen is the first to enter the room, she is stunning even though she wears no makeup or fancy clothes. Jeans and a hoodie with a pair of training shoes, her hair is up in a messy bun on top of her head. She looks tired, but her eyes are still sharp. Saint clearly has the same eyes as his mother and Emerald looks like her.

The theatre is silent as everyone watches their descent. The Queen walks behind her husband, her youngest son at her side. A whisper flows through the crowd and even Ava squeezes my hand a little tighter. There’s always been a rumour that the Queen has been touched by the Goddess. Seeing her for the first time, I believe it. Like the King, she’s a woman in her mid fifties. Her hair is no longer the blonde I expected, but a brilliant silver in a sheet down her back. She’s taller than the King with slightly darker eyes. Her features are sharp, but she’s beautiful. Elegant as she walks, her hand on the arm of her youngest, Cedric. Beyond her simple appearance however, there’s something about he

James laughed along as well. Did they just make fun of me? Oh! Sounds like these kids do not believe me! An exciting idea flashed in my head. Starring at them like this, I couldn’t help myself but sigh and wonder if my plan would work well. I am the Queen of Slytherland. Reigning Monarch from the Bree Dynasty, no other than Queen Alexandra III – I was named Donny Alexandra Zachy upon birth. Right after my father, the late King Arthur Mcflurry Linkoln Zachy died, I was enthroned by my legal right as the oldest child, heir to The Crown. I am the Twenty-Eighth ruler of this Kingdom celebrated Diamond Jubilee just this week.