Queen Blood Novels & Stories

I am deeply sorry ma'am, about the other day, we just had to make it look real", he apologized. I nodded, "I understand, it's okay I forgive you". ", What do I do with his body?". "Put it in a package and send it to the others, tell them Blu said hi", I said and then turned to the boys. You could see the shock, surprise and even horror on their faces. Damon walked up to me. "Who the fuck are you?" he asked shocked. I smiled, "Oh me? I'm the Queen".

He remembered the little things I loved…the perfume I loved, the heels I’d stared at through shop windows like they were a dream I’d never reach. I lifted the bottle first, fingers trembling. The glass was cool against my palm. I spritzed once on my wrist, and the scent wrapped around me, It felt like a hug I hadn’t realized I needed. Then the heels. I slipped them on, and they fit perfectly, like they’d been waiting for me. The red soles flashed with every step, a quiet declaration of war. “You look like a queen,” she whispered. “Like you’re about to conquer the entire damn world.”

Maryline murmurs just when this man approaches us. "Maryline!" he gaily calls. "Jack! It's been a while!" she happily utters. "Time flies. Who is this beautiful lady by you!" he says. "Her name is Eve Elite Edward Jobe, heiress of late King Edward and now our..." he cuts Maryline "Our Queen!" he concludes. He immediately bows in reverence "Welcome my Queen!" "Everyone gather here, the queen is around!" he shouts to the others as soon as he stands up.

A useful fool. The Queen tilted her head, studying me with faint amusement. “Did you truly believe,” she asked smoothly, “that I would ever choose you over my own children?” I held her gaze and said nothing. “They are my partners,” she continued. “They know everything.” Her lips curved. “Even your second death. Dora.” My spine went cold. Raul lifted his chin slightly, smug. “It was Raul,” the Queen added, voice silk and venom, “who first told me you carried something else inside you. Another presence. Something that governed your power.”

"Don't say it that way, you will break the heart of the Queen, and she is such a good Luna, she is just not fated to have a child of her own, but she treats us all well" The first elder didn't like the others tone. "Are you saying I am unappreciative? The fact that she treats us well isn't the point, the point is that the Blackmoon pack will take this opportunity to attack us, we need another leader as soon as possible". He was about to get a response from yet another elder, when they heard a deep Baritone voice clears as the long mahogany door open to reveal king Arthur limping towards them. He was assisted by his Queen, who would never show up to any gathering unattended, even if she is in

She says with a small giggle. "You will stop second guessing your abilities to lead and you will rule right beside your mate. That is an order." She jokes with a hint of seriousness. I nod and smile up at her. She holds her hand out and a golden staff apears. I immediately bow down and she dubs me Queen of werewolves by tapping the staff on both of my shoulders. "I now dub thee Mackenzie Roseline Lathen as Queen of werewolves and Luna of the royal pack. Do you accept?" She asks and I look up at her.

Not a bride. > A queen.

We looked back to see Dom standing in the middle of the hall. "What is it, young man?" The Senex asked. "How can they be king and queen when Amy Daunter is alive?" He questioned. "Clare James is the daughter of Jane James, therefore she is the true monarch as she is her daughter. The sword decides the King and Queen. Amy Daunter was never the queen. She was given the title for the time being. We told her that she could attain the title if she could bring us the sword. But she couldn't" He explained to Dom.

I never imagined he lost his only child as well. Jessica scoffed, shooting me a snide look, "You're definitely as dumb as you look," Her crew chuckled and she sauntered towards me, bumping her shoulder against the brunette, effectively pushing her to the side, "Do you not read your history books? Or are there no books where you live?" I frowned, stunned at her behavior, "Excuse me?" Her coffee-brown eyes narrowed even further and I returned the gesture, She glared down at me contemptuously as she continued, "The Queen died birthing him, hence why the King never married all these centuries, torn about losing his mate and son the same day."

Only one Queen. This was not some drama or novels where a gorgeous, arrogant, overbearing filthy rich Prince fell in love with a commoner and lived happily ever after. This was reality! If he chose Sisley, for sure, without a doubt, his family would disown him. It was not like; he was the only one who was a male in the family. He still have cousins vying for the throne. He just so happened to be the oldest male next to his father and uncle.