Queen Of Myth And Monsters Novels & Stories

Her heart hammered—a drum of war and dread. She reached for the tactical bag Kael packed for her. Her fingers brushed the leather-wrapped jade pendant he had given her. Her jaw set. The Queen had returned. “If they want a monster,” she hissed, drawing her silver-alloy blades, “I’ll give them one they can’t contain.” The first drone crashed into the East Wing balcony, red camera-eye glowing like a promise of execution. The war wasn’t coming. It was already inside the house.

she blurted out after checking me out from head to toe. “No idea about what?” I replied instantly. “That the monster who lives behind the lock door used to be a great queen, who went mad when her mate killed their baby,” Ofelia told me, keeping her face emotionless. "Queen Diana?” I voiced out, surprised. “Indeed,” Ofelia nodded, before stopping in front of a huge metal door. “The King took mercy on her since she already lost her child. He decided to keep her here as his guest” Ofelia paused, pulling out a gold key with a wolf's head engraved on it.

“This marks the sixth death in two months. The Council has yet to identify the group calling themselves the ‘Rogue Cell,’ led by the mysterious ‘Monster Queen.’ Fear is gripping the Alpha Elite as the killer continues to bypass the most advanced security systems in Nocturna…” I scoffed and muted the screen. "The Monster Queen. What a ridiculous name." "She’s efficient, Kaelen," Silas reminded me. "No DNA. No footprints. Just bodies." The elevator opened to the penthouse of Lord Aaron, a man who had spent his life hoarding riches and looking down on the weak. Now, he was slumped over his desk, his eyes wide with a terror that had frozen on his face. The room was covered in blood. Whoever did

I make myself think that I have helped her, that I have actually, in my own way, saved her from years of mental worries. With that in mind, I take another step until I am standing next to the bed, where she is lying, asleep. Her comatose frame, inside the duvet, looks so pretty. I have never allowed myself to admire my own mate this way, talkless of if she doesn't reject me, the Queen Of All Vampire's Kings. Anastasia, The Queen Of All Vampire's Kings: my monster tastes that phrase in our head. It is nothing but absolute perfection. I smile. Afterward, I watch her intricately. Anastasia is a beautiful human. I have seen many in my lifetime, and yet, she strikes me handsomely.

“She’s Queen, mated to King Edric. But she has no wolf. Yet she commands magic unlike anything I’ve ever seen. Fire. Water. She’s strong, but it’s more than strength. It’s like the realm itself listens to her.” Kala paused. Then, slowly, she pulled an ancient book from the shelf—bound in dragonhide, sealed with obsidian wax. “You’re not the first to speak of her,” she whispered. “Two thousand years ago, in another realm—older than Earth, older than the stars we see now—there was a Queen. A being of wolf and celestial blood. She was not born; she was created.” I stiffened. “The Moon Queen, wasn’t it?”

"A queen. Not this one. Another. The first." My voice went slightly thinner. "She never speaks, except to the people about her. She doesn't have to. She just… looks at me like I'm a story that went wrong." Makeh inhaled softly. I didn't stop. "And then there are the beasts." "Not animals," I added quickly. "Not fully monsters either. They talk. They recognize me. And I don't know why. They are the Queen's beasts. Surely, you must know about them."

But he lounges in it comfortably as though it was a bed made of roses. Other than sunlight, silver is one of the greatest known weaknesses to monsters. However, silver had long since stopped having any sort of effect to him. Really, it was more of a testament to show just how powerful he has come to be. So the King sits comfortably. The dark throne room vast and filled with his many servants lurking in the corners as he waits patiently for the messenger to get on with what he had to hear about his dearly beloved goddess of shadows… and while the King has seen her, of course, through the many of eyes of the vampires she had hunted and slaughtered like animals over the years, has watched her b

"Then I'll speak with whoever is in charge." Before they could answer, a howl ripped through the night - not the usual call of a werewolf, but something different. Something new. My fighters tensed, hands moving to their weapons. I raised my arm to stop them. "Patience." A female monster with wild eyes rushed to the gate. Maya, if I remembered properly. Kieran's most reliable soldier. "We're under attack!" she yelled. "The Midnight Queen is here!" I couldn't have written it better myself.

Rosa sounded shocked. Ayara nodded. “My father was killed when he finds out what may be the real reason Armand has killed his mother. You see, the blood on the dagger shows that the queen had turned into something else before she was killed. A monster of some sort. Creatures that have no mind of their own and only rampage in their mind. In the end, magic enables my father to figure out that the queen was poisoned. He didn’t know how she got infected but when she did, the queen went into a murderous frenzy. Killing more vampires than she could ever turn in her lifetime. Seeing how fast these viruses had spread in her body, there was no antidote or medicine that could save her.”