Queen Of Damned Novels & Stories

I looked at my mate, my children, and the world at my feet that was about to bow to me once more. Revenge? That was just an appetizer. My era was only just beginning. Damien pulled me into his arms, his voice a possessive whisper in my ear. “As for the insects who once harmed you… their fate was sealed the moment I swore my fealty to my Queen.” He leaned in, his voice a lethal whisper. “Death.”

Gunderson asked. “The incubus knows who and what we are. Speak. Incubus. Introduce us.” Anders commanded. The incubus stood as if he were pulled up by invisible strings. He was pretty pissed about it. I managed to hold back my laughter. “Gentlemen, may I introduce you to the Vasili and Vasilia of the desire demons. Anders Damon and Madison Coto. The king and queen of my people.” He said stiffly and with a little sneer when he said ‘queen’.

“I almost did.” “Please, Leon. She was just messing with you. Concubae are selfish, cruel, bitches. She was using your attraction to her to distract you. And it worked.” Another man spat angrily. I grinned. Sounded like my type of woman. Over the last couple months, I’d heard bits and pieces about the demon queen. All the incubi who trekked through the forest did was complain about how she’d stolen their king and made him weak. Turned him against them. Part of me wished I could’ve met this queen, but she’d died fighting. Like a true warrior.

Neither of us noticed the soft footsteps in the hallway. Or the shadow pausing briefly around the corner. Watching. Listening. Because the Queen Mother had decided something tonight. If there truly was something dangerous growing between the king and his stepdaughter— She would uncover it. And when she did… The consequences would shake the entire kingdom.

"Wearing a crown. Coiled around a broken sword." Varek took one slow step back. Boots bolted to the floor. "That line is dead," Varek said. The words came out like gravel. "The Sovereign King and his wife burned in the Sector Four sweeps. Ten years ago. There was no child." "The girl is twenty," Tor said. Voice coming back now. Harder. Like he'd made a decision. "She grew up in Sector Four. She fights with the Sovereign form... you saw it yourself in the hallway. And her father isn't hiding from a shipping debt." Something moved in Tor's face. Something complicated and old and guilty. "He's a Royal Guard. He's been keeping her buried in the outer rim for ten years to keep her breathing."

Her silver crown had split down the center, and dark veins crawled through her white gown like ink spilled in water. “Do not answer him,” she said. Her voice shook. That scared me too. Queen Amara had faced Damien, the Crown, the Heart, the Blade, death itself. But this thing made her voice shake. Damien stood near the shattered archway, the cracked Blade lowered at his side. For the first time since he entered the queen’s grave, he was not looking at me. He was looking at the crowned shadow. Reverent. Hungry. Like he had just found a god who might finally tell him yes.

A man on the boat reached out his hand to help me up. His face was hidden in shadow, but I could see a scar running down his cheek. I watched the flames and bid farewell to my former self. From this moment on, there was no more Serena Ferrari. From now on, I would become my own queen.

A faint smile appeared. “The Queen is in danger.” Damian slowly knelt. Not before Alessio De Luca… But before the King who had finally begun to awaken. End of Chapter 16

She wanted to protest, but found it incredibly difficult to speak. But the man seized the moment to thrust his hips forward; his now-stiff cock resumed its thrusting inside her slippery, wet passage, completely robbing her of the ability to think. She could only surrender to his movements once more, sinking back into ecstasy as soft, sensual moans escaped her lips uncontrollably. “Ah… it’s too big… ah… ahh…” Victor gripped her snow-white buttocks, his large hands clutching her slender legs as he flipped the petite woman over completely.

He leaned closer, his bloodshot eyes locking onto her lips with desperate excitement. "You think Brandon Blackwood actually wants you?" Dane laughed bitterly, a cruel smirk twisting his flushed face. "Brandon Blackwood is a ruthless sociopath! He doesn't give a single damn about an exiled orphan like you. He’s just using you to ruin your father’s business! When he's done playing his little political games, he’s going to toss you into the gutter like cheap trash!" Robin didn't pull back. She met his gaze with absolute, chilling detachment. "Are you finished?"