Queen Of Fall Novels & Stories

Bonolo had broken Ben's fall, she groaned and sat up, my fingers flew to Ben's pulse, he was alive. Bonolo gripped my hand, letting me know she was fine. I turned to look at the queen. "You knew?" She sneered at me, "I am insulted you thought I would fall for it in the first place." I stood shakily, "Let us go." The queen grinned an icky amused smile that spread across her face like oil. "Where's the fun in that?" Rent growled and the queen's attention turned to him. "Something to say 'Larkin' ?"

She was collapsing to the ground, weak as a twig, there was a terrible yawning beast in her chest where he magic used to be and she knew that she was broken, beyond repair. The queen's eyes rolled to the back of her head and she was falling over, falling to the ground unconscious. Zeldaurus ran for her, his eyes wide and terrified and the Four other warriors ran for the Queen. Freya's fingers twitched, grasping for Zeldaurus, right before the cold increased, engulfing her. Time stopped. Everyone was frozen mid motion and Freya fell to the floor and hit her head, her breaths coming in cold pants. A sense of wrongness filled the air and she froze, pushing herself shakily to her knees and looki

His voice rose, his anger barely contained. Nova met his gaze, unaffected by his fury. “I wasn’t certain before. But now, I am.” She paused, then stepped forward, lowering her voice. “Seraphina is the queen of the prophecy, Rowan. She is the one who can either unite or destroy everything. And right now every thing doesn’t even make sense, you can’t hurt Seraphina because Luca wouldn’t even accept”

The Queen clenches her thighs to keep her hunger under control while she continues to kiss the blonde. She kisses her way down the blonde’s neck, deeping into her chest and kissing her cleavage. Mei hisses in pleasure, her head extending backwards while her eyes shuts close to enjoy the feel of the Queen’s lips on her flesh. Yuelan reaches behind her to unzip the blonde’s gown, movin down her arms and down her waist, exposing her upper body, and revealing her small pert breast. The young Queen eyes the blonde’s hardened nipples hungrily before taking one with her lips. She sucked hard at the pointed nub almost to the point of pain.

He shakes his head and I turn back to watch the TV. "Before I set down as King, there is something that I'd like you all to know and consider. The only reason that I'm stepping down or being forced to step down rather is that my father will not accept that the love of my life is black, a beautiful, intelligent, independent, black woman and I love her. I love Penelope Anne Harding, I have never felt this deeply for anyone. My father would rather define her by her race than by her virtuous qualities, by her morals and values.

As she finished her story she started to hum a lulaby. "That Princess wasn't a wolf, I wonder why we are invited?" I asked, as my door was pushed open by my thirteen year old brother, his curly brown mop of hair bounced with each step. "I know why." He smiled deviously. "We are the strongest pack if anyone is able to find her it would be us. But I also heard dad talking with mum just now about Celine. I think somethings wrong. The royals are the most respected, they share the blood of the gods. Celine was the most devoted to their cause but she took their child away sixteen years ago and they never saw her again.There are talks however that the Queen Mother made her do it, for the childs pro

They’re pinned shut and nearly as red as her hair, which I believe is Fallon’s doing. “That is better, isn’t it?” Fallon giggles, but her laugh is abruptly cut short. She glares at each and every witch until her eyes settle on Stella again. “Allow me to introduce myself. I am Luna Queen Fallon of Meridem, mate of the Alpha King. Wife of the Principate.” Stella’s shocked gaze cuts to mine. I ignore her, watching Fallon instead with an immense amount of pride and a hint of fear, if I’m being honest. “Princess of Eastonia,” Fallon continues with a demur smile that betrays the bite in her voice, “and the Firestone heir.”

The Queen of Ash, now fully awakened. And she would not fall easily.

The Queen reached down, sliding her hand under her long skirt to slowly remove her lace panties. “In two weeks, the poison will do its work. The King’s heart will simply stop, and it will look like a standard attack.” She smiled with pure malice, parting her legs slowly. “You wanted to own me, Karel. To bring me to my knees. But it seems the power has shifted. I do not need you—you need me.” She commanded him sternly, “On your knees. I hope your tongue does a better job than your brain did planning those failed attacks. Please your Queen.”