Queen Of Damned Novels & Stories

Damien wanted to become King and take the seat of the Lycan king of Galentia, and so, he used me as a weapon. I was supposed to lure the Lycan king into Damien's trap but there was a mistake and instead, the Lycan's mother, Queen Olivia was the one who came to rescue me, unknowing to her that it was a trap. In anger, Damien killed Queen Olivia when it didn't turn out as he planned. He killed her in the same manner as he did to my father.

I didn’t need to see it; the sound alone was enough to shatter what was left of my heart. Damien stood motionless, his back to me, his head bowed slightly as if shielding me from the horrors behind him. “Take her back to the dungeons,” he ordered, his voice sharp and cold again. “This is over.” The guards hesitated, glancing at the Queen for confirmation. She waved her hand dismissively, her expression a mask of barely contained rage. They yanked me to my feet, dragging me away from the gallows. My screams turned to sobs, my body trembling as I stumbled back toward the darkness of the palace.

he said as he kissed his sultry little mate, "Yes!! I want to be your Queen!" Ana's voice was breaking as he increased the pace of his thrust and he came at once, Their breath, moans and grunts so hot. Uninstinctively, Ana stood up clad herself up after she felt this man might not be Alpha Damian she was too tipsy to round her head around what was going on, as she wore her skirt, her shoes and tied her corset, "where are you going mate?" he questioned, "I don't even know your name" he said, but Ana ran as fast hoping this was all a dream as the words ringing on in her head was Alpha Damian's demeaning word she ran as fast as she could away not even listening to Alpha Rex's call.

She had no choice but to listen, her body too tense to do anything else. Demeter began to pace, the soft clink of her golden sandals against the marble floor filling the room. “Not too long ago, Zeus and Hera decreed that balance must be maintained between the realms. The Underworld requires a queen—a goddess to rule alongside Hades.” Her voice softened mockingly as she glanced at Persephone. “And my daughter was chosen to be that queen, bound by agreement to spend half the year in his domain. It is a matter of cosmic order, not mere convenience. But Persephone is a creature of light and life… what good would she be with the dark and dead?”

“No. I’m your real history. And now, the game changes.” Interior: Damian’s Penthouse – Same Night Damian stood before the fireplace, drink in hand, shirt half unbuttoned, watching the footage from the club. Every flick of her wrist. Every moan. Every refusal. His Lydia had become… sovereign. “She passed the final test,” said the woman beside him. The same ex-queen from earlier, now dressed in black velvet. “You used her.” “You freed her,” she corrected. “And now… she doesn’t need you.”

Charlotte is greeted with surprise when her beloved prince brings home a pregnant she-wolf, and worst of all a half-sister she never knew. The revelation, betrayal and oppressions sentenced her to death, not until life gave her a second chance when a small pack saved her. There she discovers her late mother’s birth pack and discovers her true identity. Five years later, her pack grew into a powerful force. Known as the mysterious Queen of Wolves and the only existing Alpha Female in the world. An invitation to the Moon Ball as her first public appearance and the chance to extract revenge against the royal wolves. It won’t be easy when the dangerous and unpredictable Alpha Alexios has his eye

“Fight me. I want your fire. I want the wolf that burned a Council Elder without touching him.” Her lungs stuttered. He saw too much. Knew too much. “You belong beside a king,” he murmured, pressing his forehead against hers. “Not running like prey.” She couldn’t stop shaking “I’ll never be yours.” He looked deep into her soul—and in that moment she finally understood how dangerous he truly was. “Every queen begins with denial.” She shoved him away with a burst of raw magic—white fire exploding from her palms. Damien hit the wall, stone cracking beneath him.

He ordered She breathes heavily, a soft whimper escaping her lips as she slowly pulled off her clothes. She wanted this, she needed to do this so that Lucas won't get hurt by her beast of a husband. "Lay on the bed and spread your legs." Damien commanded She did what she was told, her tears wetting the bed as she shook with fear. He poured his whiskey over her head and she gasped as the cold liquid hit and stung her eyes. "You are mine, your body and soul belongs to me." He said Her breath hitched, before her brain could process what he was saying a piercing pain shot through her vagina and whole body.

In that moment, I had truly changed my destiny. I was no longer the abandoned daughter, the betrayed sister. I was the Queen. My son was the future King. "As for the guilty," the new King Kael's voice was ice. He looked down at the disgraced figures. "Damien will face the sun at dawn. Victoria will be locked in the eternal dungeon." His gaze finally fell on Liliana. He then turned to me. "My Queen, what is to be done with her?" I looked at the face that held nothing but madness and despair, and I delivered my sentence.

They were hard, black obsidian—identical to mine. We looked down at our blood-soaked hands. We looked down at our father’s lifeless body. Then, I turned to face Damian. He was standing, towering over the scene, watching me with a quiet, intense reverence. He saw the shift in me—he felt the exact second the princess became a ruthless queen. "Damian," I said. My voice was surprisingly quiet, totally devoid of emotion, yet it echoed through the silent, wrecked atrium like a funeral bell. "Speak, my Queen," Damian rumbled low in his chest, his stormy eyes locking onto mine with total, unyielding submission to my will.