Queen Of Fall Novels & Stories

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.

Nathan instructed, then shut the window with a smile. The title of the play was ‘Hail the Queen of Greos.’ As expected for a daytime performance, the theatre was sparsely filled, echoing with the subdued murmurs of a modest audience. The play unfolded a tale of a young queen whose military and economic might rivalled kingdoms ruled by men. Her face was veiled, concealing a beauty gifted from birth by Calithia, the goddess of beauty—a sight that, once glimpsed, drove even the bravest of men to madness. The queen found herself ensnared in a web of obsession: a powerful king who saw her as his saviour, a pope from a rival nation who twisted his longing for her into accusations of witchcraft, an

I flew across the floor, I wasn’t looking properly. Ignoring the murmurs behind me, I didn’t want to listen. Only the loud beating of my heart guided me forward. I misjudged something. My legs shook. With a snap, my heels tilted to the side. The jaws of the people around dropped, eyes widened like saucers. The Queen tilted—falling! Their eyes bore no concern. Hungry. A predatory glint flashed. Maybe it will dominate the gossips tomorrow—giving them a good laugh over brunch and tea parties.

He trembled not in fear, diving in attempt to find his wand I followed forcing his to the wall of a tree to stop him from running. Staring into my devil eyes as I did with him, I clenched my fist hearing his thoughts clog I smirked malicious. "You think you can get rid of me, I'm the Queen and the Queen will never fall from her crown. Even when you think she has fallen once you bring your guard down. She will attack, and take back what is rightly hers." I stand tall as he chocked from the lack of air, I let go having him fall down, coughing up blood he flared with no emotion.

At this time, though, Queen, who had been caught by Christopher Stallion, fell to the ground when he flung her. She got up and tried to stand, but Christopher Stallion rushed toward her and kicked her in the face. She fell back again and cried out in pain as blood poured out from her mouth. Christopher bent down again, clutched her hair, and pulled her up. Once she was standing, he stared at her, gritting his teeth, "You've been a fly that has been singing around my ears for far too long. Today is the day you say goodbye to this world." Queen spat in his face, angering him even more, and in response, he kneed her tummy.

The Queen said as she took two steps back from them. But due to rejection, Queen's body starts getting weaker. As she steps back Suddenly, her leg gets stuck in the mats lying below and she is about to fall backwards. "Queen…." All of them got up in a panic. Before they reach the Queen always stop falling. Someone else caught the queen just in time. "Luna, be careful," Jack said as he held her weak body in his arms. "Thank you, Jack." The Queen ate while standing on her feet. "Don't mind me." Jack shook his head lightly.

His hands reached for her waist, and she put her hands on his shoulders, allowing him to help her off his horse. Her feet touched the ground, but her legs collapsed on her, her body falling against Liam's. A whimper escaped her as her bruised abdomen collided with his arm. She coughed a bit, covering her mouth with her hand. Pulling her hand away, her and Liam both stared at the blood on her palm for a moment. Suddenly Caliana felt her legs going limp, her eyes closing as she fell towards the ground. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“You look hot. Scandalously, deliciously hot.” “I look like I’m about to trip over my own heels and fall into political disgrace,” I muttered, wobbling a little. “That’s the spirit,” she snorted. “Just try not to fall in front of the Elders. Or do. Might add some spice to the night.” Aunt Ysara’s voice snapped from the archway, sharp as ever. “Girls! Enough whispering. Selene, try to act like a proper Moonbane omega tonight. For once.”

I am utterly in awe of the beautiful creature in front of me. “Our mate.” Rohan mutters dreamily. “Our queen.” I agree.