Queen Of Damned Novels & Stories

“I want Lysander to not only be the knife that stabs Clarisse, he must also stab himself.” Danian smiled, his face looking sinister and cruel. “You’re dangerous, my dear.” Damian couldn’t help but praise his queen. “I’m still the same Black Queen, Damian. It would be better if our enemies died by their own hands after they killed each other. We’re just setting the right trap for them.” Enola looked up at Damian from below. Damian looked down, and their gazes met. “That’s perfect. We don’t have to get our hands bloody to finish them off.” Damian’s lips found Enola’s. The kiss felt warm in the piercing cold air outside.

She stares at her with trust, believing that the Queen will never intentionally hurt her. The trust in her eyes brings Yuelan down to her lips and in appreciation for the blonde’s gift she leans down to kiss her. Her action full of love. Mei snatches her lips away from the Queen to moan loudly as the finger thrusting into her anus begin to give her pleasure. It was a pleasure to the Queen to see the effect of her touch on the blonde’s face. The younger girl hid nothing from her. She bends her head to take the blonde lips again while adding another finger inside the blonde.

Our heads snap to a smirky Damian who step into the room locking the door. "Of course babe, come give your Queen some good loving." She spread her legs wide giving Damian a full view of her sex inviting him. Fuck this room smell like good sex and more to cum. I see Damian discard his clothing with a raging hard on as his eyes flick to black. "I'm so going to do that baby girl..."

Her reflection in the window was unfamiliar: harder, sharper, almost… dangerous. She pressed her fingers against the glass and whispered to herself, “What have I become?” Footsteps approached. Damian. He entered without knocking, his black coat dusted with rain. His presence filled the room like a storm. “So,” he said flatly, “the queen takes her throne.” Adriana turned, her chest tightening at the cold edge in his voice. “It’s not what it looks like.” Damian gave a humorless laugh. “No? Because it looks like you stood beside her. Smiled. Held her hand. Like you’re part of her dynasty.”

Trapped. Her body locked in place, her face twisted in something between terror and resistance, as if she were fighting something she could not overcome. Aluna did not move, but the air around her did. It pulsed. Heavy. Dangerous. Alive. Dallas went still inside me. ‘She stands like a Queen,’ he murmured. ‘Yes’. I said with a small smile. ‘Not just a Queen, but something far more dangerous and ancient’. I stepped forward. The pressure resisted me again, but this time it felt different, like am being turn on by it. But I still walked through it. Straight to her.

Viola. Graceful. Calm. The Queen Mother beside her. Strong. Unshaken. And then Him. Idra. Standing near the center. His gaze lifts. And locks onto mine. The room fades. Just for a moment. Then A voice rises above the noise. Smooth. Unfamiliar. And far too interested. “So,” the man says, stepping forward, his eyes fixed on me. “This is the new queen.” My breath catches. Because there is something in his gaze Something dark Something dangerous That tells me This night Is not going to end well.

He bent her over the balcony railing again, fucking her under the open sky while she screamed her submission loud enough for the city below. “I’m Damien’s eternal whore!” she wailed into the night. “I gave him twenty-three children! I wear his collar! I crawl for his cock every night even at forty-five!” Damien dragged her back inside, pressed her against the floor-to-ceiling windows, and took her standing up. Then he laid her on the floor in a full mating press, folding her legs back and hammering her pussy while staring into her eyes. “Look at me,” he growled, slowing down for a moment. “From the moment I first touched you… I knew you’d end up like this. My broken, collared, addicted Queen

James begin to fray at the edges, and it lit me up hotter than anything he'd done to me on the floor. "Look at you," I breathed, throwing his own words back at him, rocking down harder, taking him deeper. "The whole city on its knees to you and you're flat on your back letting a woman use you. Letting me." I ground down and he groaned, a wrecked broken sound punched out of the bottom of his chest, his hips twitching up despite himself. "That's the real crown, King. Not out there. Not the towers." I rolled my hips slow and filthy and watched his eyes nearly roll back. "This.Me. On top of you. Choosing to be here."

It seemed to go deep into my soul, rattling my bones, making me feel dirty like a wh*re and a queen at the same time. •••

We literally were being alone together in the crowd. Until Zach disturbed us with his report, “We’re ready to blow this place up, my lady. So it can’t be used for rogue vampires’ nests. Will there be anything else that we need to do?” I blinked my eyes and just realized I was the queen, not some woman in the eyes of a man amazed by her presence, “Do it, Zach. Let’s get back to the mansion, I’m famished.” I accidentally said ‘famished’ while looking at the doctor. He looked scared and he gulped as it could be seen that his Adam’s apple was moving.