Queen Of Ink Novels & Stories

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

He mumbled calmly in an assurance. “Let us go!” I mumbled and we continued our walk. “Your Highness! She is here.” He said when we stepped inside the chamber where both King and Queen are present on the thrones. “I did not get time to have a word with you Child as I was needed to look after the settling of the people that returned from Palmer.” She said in a tone like an authority and I gave her a small nod. “I am Sabrina, Queen of the Nadir.” She added.

I frowned as I thought it was an overkill? I dropped the ink quilt and I frowned as I imagined the stress, plus the issue of getting caught... I had an idea to contact Queen Mirabella herself. She was the queen of Weasels; the Vampire kingdom, and was also the Source's Controller. We’d fought together in the past to destroy the Lumi and King Zeke's evil great grandfather who'd been terrorizing the Dark Realm. While I couldn't say she was my best friend, we were close enough for me to request such a favor.

She slips down into the ground and places her face into her knees. She hits her head on something hard, and in an attempt to remove the object in an irritated motion she almost dropped the big book. She whispers the title out loud, “Becoming Black magic.” She open the book and shockingly whisper shouts, “Written by Kateri Lita!” She continues to read this book that the queen had written about black magic. Jolene argues with herself out loud, “There’s no way that the queen actually wrote a Bococa about black magic. Is she really that stupid, I wonder if she wrote in here about how to defeat herself?”

“My clan, my family, my friends, I am Leana Holstin-Castien, Guardian of the Realm, Councilwoman to the Supernatural, mate of King Drake Cazien, and now Queen of the Undead. Rise and come, swear your oaths to me. Know that I will always keep my oaths to you, and you will be bound to keep yours to me.” She stands on the stage as first Demetrius and then one by one the rest of our clan come to swear their loyalty and fealty to my Queen and then drink her blood. Mehira and Jael also come forward, swearing their loyalty to my mate. I stand close to her, snarling when it looks like someone is going to take more than a sip of her blood. When it’s done, I take the empty cup and raise it to the sky.

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.

~~~~~~~~~~ That night, before sleep could find her, Aria opened the Book of Ashes again. And wrote: XIII. A crown cannot be inherited—it must be threatened, sharpened, and worn like a blade. XIV. My child will not rule from fear. He will rule fear itself. XV. Those who strike at mercy will find none when they kneel. Then she dipped the quill in blood instead of ink. And signed: Aria Moretti Benedetti De Rossi, the Queen of Ashes.

He stepped closer, but she raised her hand not to touch him, but to point at the papers. “This family… this empire… has always been ruled by men blinded by pride. That’s why Julian is dead. That’s why I wear black at a wedding.” Her voice sharpened, cold as glass. “I will not rest until every stone of the Delwunco legacy bends to me.” Ruben studied her, realizing he wasn’t standing beside a grieving mother anymore. He was standing before a queen sharpening her crown with blood. And for the first time, he didn’t know if he was her partner or her first sacrifice.

“If you want a queen, you have one.” Hearts hitched. Knees debated. “But here’s what a queen is here. I cook. I cut. I bury. I bleed. I don’t mint oaths I keep promises. I don’t own your throats or hold your knees. If I say kneel, say no. If I ask and you say yes, make it expensive.” Laughter wet, unbelieving, new. “If I fail, don’t write it in a book. Come to my door with bread or blades.

The shadows of the room shifted with the flickering light, whispering promises of chaos yet to come. She didn’t know it yet, but tonight would end differently than any night before.