Queen Of Poison Novels & Stories

As interesting as it sounded and as nice as the offer was I just ciupd not do it, the blacks we're proud and bossy, they made we greens to their work for them but then still they made sure WWE had fun. They caredfir us and looked after usz they trained ya from the very beginning, I could not just roll in soem bomb to their rooms. However Maya had an amazing idea, she fekt it was the right thing to do and took up the job. She had them poisoined, each and every single one if them. How she got the pisoin I do not know but my best guess she was probably given by the higher ups. Whatever it was that transpired between them I cared less, but thing too a different turn as Maya knew she had to stay

Standing in my flip-flops wearing a big shirt with male boxers, my hair a messy ponytail and my body bruised and healing, I really felt loved and worthy when I look around seeing almost a hundred men kneeling at my feet. I'm not just anybody. I'm Arianna Romano, goddess of death. The huntress. The Queen.

He sighed in disbelief and felt pride deep in his heart. Despite having trouble breathing and speaking, Queen Lumeena still tried to utter a word. "E-Edward, you… you need to calm them down before they… will destroy our world..." the King nodded abruptly with difficulty. He realized that the Queen was poisoned and at the same time cursed. The Queen was poisoned with the elixirs of death. And there was no cure.

Caius barked, his baritone rising with alarm before he turned to bark orders that at the maids and his words faded to static in my ears. She was choking. The daughter of the grand Alpha commander of the west end pack was choking in our base. “I can’t breathe…Can’t—” she heaved, lurching forward to vomit a sea of red onto the stainless burnt orange floors. Poison. The sickly sweet smell of it rose like a mist from the sticky black blood, hissing when it hit and darkened the cold tiles. Wolfsbane. Lethal, especially for royal wolves. “Oh my goodness! Poison! The princess has been poisoned! Somebody! Sound the alarm! Get the healers!” a courtesan’s high-pitched whine made the tension that had b

The vault seemed to hold its breath. Then the black pool convulsed violently, and from its center rose a shape unlike the others. Not Mia’s reflection, nor any of theirs, but something vast and terrible. A towering figure of shadow, its form shifting and indistinct, crowned with jagged spikes of violet crystal. Its eyes burned with malice, and its voice shook the cavern. “You dare claim mastery over yourself?” it roared. “Then face the truth: you are nothing without me. I am the Queen’s shadow, the heart of her will. And I will devour you whole!”

When I’m not. These women probably ran the whole supernatural world. While the men were always roaring and yelling in each other’s face about who is who. I know women are the key players in that game of chess. If the queen is protected. Everything is going well and you can make great moves. And when shit goes south, the queen protects the king. I’m guessing this is where you get your warriors and foot soldiers for protection. “The one and only,” Daciana smirks proudly. “Wait, I have heard that he was with someone. The daughter of that small pack’s alpha.” She stares at me with widened eyes. “It makes sense now. I have never seen someone as pretty as her.”

She says with a small giggle. "You will stop second guessing your abilities to lead and you will rule right beside your mate. That is an order." She jokes with a hint of seriousness. I nod and smile up at her. She holds her hand out and a golden staff apears. I immediately bow down and she dubs me Queen of werewolves by tapping the staff on both of my shoulders. "I now dub thee Mackenzie Roseline Lathen as Queen of werewolves and Luna of the royal pack. Do you accept?" She asks and I look up at her.

Daphne inquired cautiously. "Let us wait for the news tomorrow morning," the queen replied, her voice tinged with a mixture of anticipation and cruelty. "Since there is no antidote, and you put l poison into the container, then more of the poison will be administered to her, so she cannot survive tonight." "No, she cannot," the queen muttered, a sinister gleam in her eyes. As they walked away, the queen's emotions remained concealed, masked behind an air of cold detachment. Deep within her, a sense of triumph mingled with an unsettling darkness.

A woman who has seduced both a father and son is nothing but a disease, rotting the royal bloodline from the inside out. I raised the vial, examining the powder in it and nodding. A single sip of this poison would be enough to end this nightmare. Now, all I need is just someone to do the dirty work for me. and I happen to know the perfect candidate for it. I took a slow breath, then turned to one of the servants waiting on me nearby. “Send for Grace, the queen’s personal maid,” I instructed smoothly. “I have something urgent to discuss with her.” The maid bowed and scurried away immediately. I turned back to my chair and sat down, a smile curled on my lips.

“I know you are hurt but it is not in our tradition to weep for the dead. It calls for a celebration instead because your Aunt Rhea gets to meet mother gaia.” Violet held Rhea's hands and flinched at how cold they were. In the past, there were so warm.. “I'm sorry, aunt Rhea.” Violet whispered. “I heard from the warriors that a man with blonde hair and green eyes killed the queen.” Violet felt chills erupt on her skin. “He is popularly known as Poison.” Violet looked at the distaste in Lilly's eyes and shuddered. “Mother—” “—Did you call the queen's killer your friend?”