Queen Of The Blood Novels & Stories

They didn’t find the daughter of a man they thought they’d broken. They found a queen with blood in her hands and fury in her bones. And she was ready to burn the world— Before it ever took her crown again.

They heard the King and Queen of Asteria had chosen to pass on having one of their children enter the Hunters Competition, so the Hunters had skipped going through their kingdom, and was instead heading north, towards their village. "They're due to arrive by nightfall Father! I'm sure I'll be the one they pick. After all, I am the best of our family." Her eldest brother Seth's voice was clearly heard as she worked in the kitchen with her mother and younger sister Cerise. Carrying three plates into the dining room, she placed them down, one in front of her father, the other two in front of Seth and second oldest brother, Sebastian. Her mother and Cerise came out with the rest of the plates, o

she said confused while looking at me. "Maybe it's not working?" I said to her, questioningly. "That's impossible. I mean, I've treated many people whose wounds were deeper than yours, but they disappeared immediately," she said. "How did that happen?" I asked, confused. "I do not know. I'll just ask Grandma later, the important thing is that your blood is no longer flowing," she answered. We turned to Knox's when we heard someone shout. My eyes widened when I see the two vampires lying on the ground and slowly turning into ashes. Knox grabbed the neck of the vampire who was already up in the air and trying to get out of Knox's grip.

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.

But then, watching the same people over and over again gets boring overtime. Diving into the book, I reopen to one of my favorite parts of the lycan battles. It is the chapter where the lycan king was brought to his knees by the queen, and makes she him beg her for his life. He wasn’t expecting her, or that she would even do something like that. It is what makes me like it more. I feel like I relate to the queen well. She has always been undermined and underrated, then she wound her full potential and—

And when my eyes opened, they were scarlet red. The cells in my body were born-again, and I started to look more mature than a 21-year-old girl. I was Victoria, Blood Queen, a Kindred who had lived 533 years. I looked up to see Leon's eyes widen as if he was witnessing a miracle. "Darling," he began, reaching down to cup my face. His speech was slurred, and his body, defeated. "You're so beautiful…" I smiled against his hand and felt it slowly slide down as his body began to fall backward. I quickly raced behind him, catching his head before it hit the ground. I looked down at my mate. He saved me, and the only way I could repay him was by winning this war.

“With the Queen on her deathbed, the physician desperately began creating different concoctions with this strange blood. And then…” “He eventually discovered that, combined with a few basic alchemical solutions, the blood… cured the Queen of Wolf’s Fury.” I let out a soft gasp as I flipped to the next page. But then my heart sank when I read the following paragraphs. The special gene in the princess’s blood was found to be exclusive to the Northern royalty’s bloodline. But none of the princess’s children went on to possess the gene. That had been nearly three hundred years ago, and now… Suddenly a knock on the door pulled me out of my reverie. By the time I looked up, the door was already cr

“They called her mad. Cursed. Unworthy of their precious prince.” He bares his yellowed teeth. “But it was Christopher who came to me, crawling with desperation. Pleading for power. Begging to make her Queen. Willing to curse his own blood… to destroy his mate.” The memory tastes sweet, even now. “Now the blood of the wolf king festers in his heirs. And the land—” he lifts a hand as the flames tremble, “rots beneath their crown.” A low hum rises from the altar. The green fire shifts—and from within the flames, a form begins to take shape. Smoke curls, hardens, weaves itself into a woman. Pale skin. Wild hair. Hollow eyes that flicker with resentment and ruin.

Avel’s fangs descended with a snap. “No. She. won’t.” “Won’t she?” Caelan’s voice softened. “She carries your blood, Avel. And all the bloodlust which comes with it. And she didn't just have a little.” Avel stiffened. Silas gasped. I felt the truth settle into my bones like winter: I didn’t carry some of Avel’s blood. I carried enough to transform worlds. Avel spun toward me, eyes wide. “Don’t listen to him. Please. Listen to me.”