Queen Of Fall Novels & Stories

And then—she dropped me. I hit the ground with a brutal thud, pain splintering through my body. A groan tore from my throat as I curled onto my side, coughing, gasping for breath. Every inhale scraped like knives against my ribs. The Queen crouched beside me, her face level with mine. Her beauty was almost unbearable up close. Ageless, fierce, flawless. Eyes that could command kingdoms. A smile that could promise either salvation or destruction. “If you know what is good for you,” she whispered, her tone deceptively soft, “you’ll speak.”

I begin to crawl, each step painful and sending nerve wracking spasms through my body but she drags me back hurling me hard against the wall, she lays on top of me, her shining eyes brooding deep into mine. "Who are you?" I say with a final breath. "Why? I'm the Queen of the west." she says a rotten smile drawn across her features. I fade into unconsciousness, her evil cackling being the last thing I hear as I fade into oblivion. "Fuck!." Unknown

Melinda gave a smile coated with venom before she went in the direction of her suit. After the viper had left, I turned to the other woman in the room. Tall, slender, with sharp facial features, and hip length wavy auburn hair, she emitted power no matter what skin she wore. Just because she’d decided to wear a stark white jacket on top of a blue knee length pencil skirt, didn’t mean she was harmless. No, Incubus Queen Jalyna Eustis was a force to reckon with, and it was proven when she became the Queen by marrying our King very soon after the death of her first husband, Ace’s father, Vivian Turner.

I shook my head as I pulled my phone out and watched her and Heth come into the house and make some lunch. She had developed into a beautiful woman. Her long black hair hung down to her perfect ass. She had put some red highlights in it and I loved it. She stood at five eight but she was the perfect height for me. Her eyes though they really caught your attention. They were like the perfect shade of blue I have ever seen. When I stared into them I have to pull myself back or I would be lost in them. I closed the app on my phone and put it back in my pocket. Heth truly was the only person I did trust with her. He knew my dirty little fantasy's about making her mine. I knew he would protect he

– Naomi’s Secret I sat in the dark hours later, a glass of untouched whiskey sweating in my hand, when another message buzzed across my phone. This time, no picture. No sign. Just five words. “The queen will always fall.” My heart stuttered. My gaze flicked toward Sonia’s closed door, fear twisting inside me. I rose to my feet, the glass breaking in my hand as it slipped, amber liquid spilling across the floor. Smoke and screens. Whoever they were, they weren’t just after me.

It struck the Queen square in the chest. The Queen staggered, Her glowing crown split down the middle. Her voice faltered. She fell to her knees. “You think this is victory?” she spat. “I will always rise.” Liolai’s hands trembled, but she stood firm. “Then I’ll always be here to stop you.” Ashen, barely conscious smiled weakly. But then, A ripple, A scream from somewhere else, Not the Queen’s voice, Not Liolai’s, A new one, Twisted. Ancient. Wrong.

“A woman? The Hales don’t use women in extraction teams.” Lucian frowned. “Zoom in.” The camera grainily focused on the figure. Black jacket. Hood up. Head down. Elara whispered, “Do you recognize her?” Lucian didn’t react for a long moment. Then he stepped closer, staring hard. “No. But she’s not with the Hales.” Selene shook her head. “Then who is she?” Lucian murmured, almost to himself: “I know that stance. I’ve seen it before…” The woman lifted her head.

Vanessa’s POV The servants quarters were colder at night, not physically but motionally. Every wall inside this place reminded me of what I used to be. A warrior. A ranked female trusted near the future king himself. Respected. Desired. Now? I scrubbed floors. Avoided eye contact. Lowered my head whenever royal guards passed by me like I was invisible. All because of her. Aluna. The perfect Queen. The powerful mate. The woman who ruined everything without even trying. The rag in my hand tightened angrily as I cleaned the edge of the hallway floor. I still remembered the humiliation of being stripped of rank publicly. The disappointment in the warriors’ eyes.

Zahra hasn't lost control once. She is disciplined violence given form. Thor falls unusually quiet as we watch her. 'What is it?' I ask. His pride brushes against me, powerful enough to tighten my throat. 'Luna Queen,' he repeats reverently, and I think he's just fallen even more in love with her than he was before... me too, if I'm honest. She's fucking perfect.

All three women were already a mess, their clothes disheveled and their hair tangled. "Monica, you crazy woman! What the hell are you and your mother doing?!" Howard lifted the woman off the ground and held her in his arms, looking unbearably protective. Monica tried to kick them again, but several people held her back. Seeing this, Aunt Lorelei dropped to the ground dramatically, slapping her thigh. "I can't believe this! How did my good daughter end up with a worthless man like you?!" Howard looked at her with disgust. "Look at her. She's blown up like a damn pig. I can't even stand looking at her!