Queen Of Damned Novels & Stories

“You're poisoned.” “I know.” “You're getting worse.” “I know.” “Then why are you still here?” Damien looked at her. “Because I'm your mate.” Selene's eyes filled with tears. “I don't need you to die for me.” “I know.” “Then don't.” Damien touched her face. “I promised I'd come back.” The Witch Queen watched them silently. Then she attacked. Damien turned just in time to block the strike. The force sent him crashing into a wall.

“She’s from the Moonbane pack.” The room tilted. I stood so quickly my chair scraped against the stone, toppling backward. “What?” The soldier flinched. “We—we confirmed it. Our scouts say she was seen recently patrolling on lands—injured but alive.” “Is she some kind of scout for that goddamn pack?” I groaned. My fists clenched at my sides, veins bulging. Moonbane. The name curdled in my mouth like venom. That was our enemy. The ones who slaughtered my people. The ones who would rather see my kingdom in ashes than ever see peace. And she—that sweet-faced, soft-spoken woman—was one of them?

Damian finally spoke up, “Will you let go of the grudge if I kneel In front of you, Selena?” “Did you think I asked you here so I could see your face?” “I don’t— “Kneel, Damian!” She bellowed, the smirk on her face disappearing, “I will not repeat myself again” Damian didn’t say a word again. He immediately went on his knees and my mother’s jaw dropped. The almighty Damian, kneeling in front of a woman. That was uncalled for but this was not just any person—this was Selena. The lycan queen.

"She was poisoned. Silver." "I thought silver doesn't kill lycans." "It doesn't. She was a werewolf." Who would dare to poison the king's mate? "Blithe. A cheerful woman with a dark soul. A half-breed. They were friends." That explains his hate for half-breeds. "What happened to her?" "I killed her. Ripped her heart out of her chest." He stayed silent after that. "Stay away from Eridian."who is that? "My brother." Oh... That was the name of the creepy man from downstairs. But if they were brothers why were they tense around each other?

coughed the noblewoman with her eyes becoming red from the lack of air . ' How dare you , a minor noble , call the queen a bastard ?! Do you have a death wish ! " said king Damien with a pissed tone . Only when seeing that noble lady who was nearly dying , Charlotte came back to her senses . " Your majesty , please ease your anger . " said Charlotte trying her best to calm him down . " How can you expect me to calm down when my queen was insulted in such a way by a miserable noble lady like her . " said king Damien .

Liams fingers reached for his throwing knife, as well as two others from the Hunters who had noticed the scene. But all of their hands stilled when the slap landed on another woman. The young girl had been pushed behind her, her cheek shiny red from the power the slap had held behind it. Her brown hair swished as the force of the slap turned her head to the side. Turning her head back, Liam noticed the spark of fire in her eyes before she blinked and it was gone. Watching the interact, the man swore angrily before the woman bowed and spoke.

said Erito hugging his elder brother very tightly. Madam Queenie Qamra was seen standing again. Mr. Apollo and Mrs. Columba approaching both their two sons, got startled again, and turned their eyes really wide and big. “I’m not done yet… This hasn’t finished yet… I’ll send everything reminding me of that shit man to hell! I’ll drag all of you to hell together! We’ll see each other in hell later on!” Smiling queerly and horrifyingly, Madam Queenie Qamra charged forwards blindly. She could destroy everything and everyone in front of her. She grabbed her wood wand and was about to assault Eriwan who was standing with his back in front of her direction.

The Queen’s voice rolled out like thunder, echoing inside Emma’s skull as well as the room. “You have been prepared so beautifully, little pledge. Your cunt is open, dripping, and begging to be owned. Now… I claim you.” She dropped to her knees with predatory grace. Her hands, claws tipped in darkness gripped Emma’s thighs and shoved them even wider, folding the freshman nearly in half. The Queen’s face hovered inches from the wrecked pussy. Her long, forked demonic tongue slithered out, easily ten inches long, ridged, and dripping with aphrodisiac venom.

Damien caught it by the throat. There was a crack like breaking stone. He dropped the body without looking back. The second attacker came faster, smarter. It circled, claws scraping against marble, lips peeled back from bloodied teeth. “You were warned,” Damien said quietly. The wolf laughed. A broken, rasping sound. “The Queen dies tonight.” The word struck something deep. Not in Damien. In the world. The air thickened, pressure slamming down so hard the wolf staggered. Damien advanced, eyes blazing now, power uncoiling fully at last.

Damien laughed darkly, yanking my head back so they could all see my wrecked face. “Look at her eyes,” he sneered. “Look how she begs for more even as she cries.” I was gone, lost in it, my pussy clenching around him like I’d never let go. My orgasm slammed into me hard, violent, making me convulse in front of all of Hell. My scream broke into sobs, my body collapsing, but Damien didn’t let up. “Cum harder,” he snarled, slamming into me so deep I saw stars. “Show them what you are now. My slut. My whore. My Queen.”