Queen Of The Blood Novels & Stories

Another whispered something under her breath that sounded like a prayer. “Kidnapped?” one of them echoed, her voice trembling. “My Queen, no—you almost died. If the King hadn’t given you his blood to drink, you would have been gone forever.” I blinked. “His what?” “His blood,” she said, as if it were the most normal thing in the world. “To save you.” “Ew—blood?!” I recoiled, my stomach turning. “What the hell are you talking about? What is this place?”

Without thinking, she let her sword talk and decapitated his head. That was the first body she had decapitated in that fight. He wasn’t one for much violence, but she was going to let the blood flow and the heads roll in this case. “I am the Blood Queen,” she muttered to herself. “Wife of the most powerful being in all kingdoms. I am not weak. And I would prove myself to you today, that I am not a person you should take lightly.”

"Enough to cover the entire valley." Silence. Luna stepped outside. The valley was filled with glowing eyes. Wolves. Witches. Strange creatures Luna had never seen before. And at the center of them all stood a woman wearing a black crown. She looked directly at Luna. Then she smiled. Luna felt the Shadow recoil. The First Wolf growled. "Who is she?" Her father stepped beside Luna. His face had gone pale. "The Blood Queen." Luna looked at him. "What does she want?"

I gladly gave them because they'll produce the best and tastiest blood after they had their multiple orgasms. It might be majestic and the feel was amazing some of them said to have intercourses with me. For me, since I didn’t feel a thing, I didn’t care if they enjoyed it so much. All I care about was they produced the best blood that could make me full and I didn’t need to drink blood for a while. Behind my will to protect humans, I was indeed still a monster vampire. Let alone, I was the vampire queen. Who could be more ruthless than the vampire queen?

Her eyes, crimson as fresh wounds, locked on Blue with hunger and triumph. “My daughter,” the Blood Queen purred, her voice like velvet over steel. “You’ve finally come home.” Blue’s blood ran cold, but she stood her ground, power crackling in the air around her. “I’m not your daughter,” she spat, her voice shaking the earth. “And I’ll never be your queen.” The Blood Queen laughed—a sound that made the stars shiver. “We’ll see.” And then, the night descended into war. ---

When the silence settled, Bianca stepped forward, her voice carrying through every connection, across continents. “This is Bianca Romano. The Blood Queen of the New Order. You’ve heard the rumors of the dead walk again. Rowena has returned. She seeks to unmake the world we built from ruin. I will not let her. And if I must burn through heaven and hell to stop her, then you’ll march beside me or burn with her.” The screens flickered. One by one, answers came in. “Yes, my Queen.” “For Rome.” “For the Blood.” “For survival.”

They come out of the room to meet Gavin and Hector. Luis nods to both. Hector goes into the room and comes back out with wide eyes. “What the fuck happened?” “Gavin explain.” Veronica says with a smirk on her lips. “Yes, Donna.” Gavin says with a chuckle. “This is a reason the Donna is called the Blood Queen.” The color drains from Hector’s face and Luis laughs. “That’s part of why I keep reminding everyone to be respectful.” Luis says with a small chuckle.

“For Silas, you were a breeder, a way to make him stronger to kill his brother, and his father if he would have been alive. For Orion you were in his way, he only needed your blood to break the curse of Riocht. And Senko? Well, I imagine he would just want your blood. Your oh-so-special blood.” The queen's eyes slant and darken, lips curling up in a snarl. “What would he have done with my blood?” “He would have cloned you or used your essence as his life force. See, as a blood alchemist, he is able to manipulate blood, clone organic matter, and DNA, and change it to his will. With your blood, the possibilities would be limitless.” I watch as something akin to fear crosses her eyes. It’s gone

This was the echo she’d been chasing through visions and ruins and glass. This was home. The fire dimmed. The crown descended. It landed, cool and heavy, in her hands. And the weight was not just physical. Memories crashed into her. A battlefield, drenched in silver blood. A queen crowned in ash and wrath, her eyes black with divine fury as she cleaved through a vampire king’s skull with a flaming blade. Then another vision. The same queen, seated upon the old Eldorian throne, was betrayed by her council. A goblet filled with silver thorns. Her wolves held back by command. Her final breath seeping between cracked lips, not with regret, but with vengeance.

Please. The Queen looks up from her table full of medical supplies and shakes her head. Confusion fills her eyes. “No. Nothing is wrong. I’m wanting to see if I can isolate and reproduce the qualities in your blood which provide the healing powers to my son, your brother, and Bethany. If I can isolate what makes your blood different from others, I can generate enough for whatever may come our way.” My eyebrows knot together as I tilt my head and stare at her. “I don’t understand. Yes, my blood heals people faster, both lycans and werewolves. But what does that have to do with trying to isolate the reason for it?”