Queen Of Monsters Novels & Stories

I murmured, half asleep, smiling against his ribs, warm all the way through. "My queen," Malik said, quiet, into my hair, like a thing he'd known for a long time and had only now earned the right to name. "My queen of chaos. If you'll have the crown. If you'll take a gray careful kingdom and a man who's still learning how to be a person and a whole city full of people who used to be ordered to fear you, and stand next to it all, not under it, and make it yours too." I lay very still against him, and felt the enormous thing his voice was circling, and decided, being who I was, to make him work for the shape of it.

“You are nothing but a monster.” My mates stood beside me. They each said that they loved me and to show them why I am their queen. I smirked. “I am a monster slayer. I am a warrior queen. It is time you bowed to true power!” He charged at me one last time, his claws aiming for my throat. I sidestepped. His claws nearly grazed my cheek. I grabbed his arm, channeling all my energy into him. The light consumed him, spreading through his veins like fire. “Bow or die!” I roared. He let out a piercing scream, his body convulsing as the overwhelming power took hold of him. "No!" he bellowed, his voice cracking as the blinding light consumed him. "This cannot be happening!"

He was all sharp angles and predatory grace, his eyes were a set of intelligent amber. We all sat in the huge Hall, the long polished table gleaming under the flickering torchlights. I sat opposite Kaelen, my gaze fixed on my food while Dren occupied the head of the table, a king in his own right despite his limitations. Dren and Kaelen were deep in conversation, their voices a low rumble of politics and trade, Lira shifted in me when Kaelen's gaze suddenly landed on me. "Luna Queen Zeva," Kaelen said, his voice a low resonant baritone that vibrated in the cavernous space, making me look up.

she replies. The Queen watches her in the mirror, her expression thoughtful but proud. “You will be ready when the time comes,” she says calmly. Outside, the footsteps return. Closer this time. Heavier. Not hurried in joy, but driven by urgency. A murmur rises in the corridor. Low voices. Sharp whispers. Still, inside the chamber, no one pays attention. “Bring the jewels,” the Queen orders. A servant rushes forward with a small carved box, placing it carefully on the nearby table. The lid opens to reveal rows of glittering pieces, gold and gemstones catching the morning light.

They are so cocky that they have the entire Trio's bloodline in one room. 'Fucking rip all their heads off and be done with it. We can finally take back what's ours. You want me to meet you there.' 'No idiot. I can't take three current Alpha's let alone all their offspring, servants, and guards, but I'm much closer than we thought we would be.' 'Do you see the future Queen? I hear she was blessed by the moon goddess herself and I mean blessed in all the most delicious ways. I would love to taste that kind of beauty before we remove it from existence.'

"No! Please don't!" I felt like my heart was breaking. I never imagined I'd be assaulted like this, let alone by four poor men. Just then, a woman's voice called out, "Stop!" We all looked toward the door. It was none other than my colleague, Eva Anderson. Eva was in her 30s, with skin so well-maintained that it was smooth, firm, and so delicate that it looked like it might break at the slightest touch. Not to mention, her impressive breasts were in no way inferior to mine.

she asked with her voice raised. The monsters present in the hall instantly knelt down and prostrated before the evil queen. They could feel her power suppressing them to the point of their breathlessness. Oh, how they wanted to end their misery right now! But, it is either them killing themselves, or they kill the evil queen who is holding their lives in her cruel hands. Unfortunately, not only do they have the strength to go against her, but they also don’t have the guts.

“Keep his name out of your mouth.” Her smile sharpened. “You think building a little jewelry brand makes you powerful?” I stepped closer, refusing to flinch. “No. I think surviving you does.” For a moment, something dark flickered across her face. Then she leaned in, voice dropping to a whisper. “Careful, Sabrina. Queens fall harder than pawns.” My jaw tightened. “And monsters bleed just like everyone else.” Her eyes gleamed. “We’ll see,” she murmured, turning away. “Enjoy your little office while it lasts.”

I get so close to the werewolf that I feel its breath all over my body, and then the beast talks. "I am Manure, the maze keeper and you have trespassed my property and no one gets out alive!" I start laughing a bit and then introduce myself as the Queen of Futanari, soon to be the ruler of all the lands. Manure gets angry at my laughing and roars like a lion. I let him know that he won't scare me whatever he does. Manure slowly approaches me, testing me, to tell the truth, that I feel no fear toward him, and gets one of his paws up with very sharp claws and heads it toward my neck.

She asked, impatient as she waited for him to elaborate. "Bruce a-and Layla Kingston. They're the leaders of t-the Panthers, The American m-mafia." She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Unfortunately, I don't have a clue of who they are." The woman grabbed another knife from the table and slashed multiple cuts on his chest, red blood oozing down his torso freely. Bella went around him and carved a heart on his bare back. It was her symbol; a signature, you could say. Each of her victims, alive or not, bared the symbol on their skin.