Queen Of The Damned Movie Novels & Stories

She replied, "Well, why not? They are scums after all." "Then am I not one of them?" Damian countered. "No, you aren't!" she snapped. "What if they come to know, your majesty?" I could clearly detect the dangerous and crude humour in his tone. "Then both of us will be executed. Don't think that you will get a reprieve." Her lips twisted into a mocking grin. Damian did not speak for a while, and the Queen's lips stretched into a triumphant grin. "What if they know about your hand in manipulating a hybrid, your grandson into killing his friend? What then?"

coughed the noblewoman with her eyes becoming red from the lack of air . ' How dare you , a minor noble , call the queen a bastard ?! Do you have a death wish ! " said king Damien with a pissed tone . Only when seeing that noble lady who was nearly dying , Charlotte came back to her senses . " Your majesty , please ease your anger . " said Charlotte trying her best to calm him down . " How can you expect me to calm down when my queen was insulted in such a way by a miserable noble lady like her . " said king Damien .

“She’s from the Moonbane pack.” The room tilted. I stood so quickly my chair scraped against the stone, toppling backward. “What?” The soldier flinched. “We—we confirmed it. Our scouts say she was seen recently patrolling on lands—injured but alive.” “Is she some kind of scout for that goddamn pack?” I groaned. My fists clenched at my sides, veins bulging. Moonbane. The name curdled in my mouth like venom. That was our enemy. The ones who slaughtered my people. The ones who would rather see my kingdom in ashes than ever see peace. And she—that sweet-faced, soft-spoken woman—was one of them?

We got our popcorn and snacks sorted as we decided on the movie. "Divergent." "Deadpool." "Bad boys for life." "Rush hour." "Taken." We did a mini vote and got the most votes for Deadpool. We quickly got in our seats as the movie began. Seb and I sat on one couch while Lucas and Rose were sat on one a couple of rows behind us. Dorian and Isabella sat together on one somewhere. The movie room was set out like a movie theatre. The screen was down at the bottom and the couches were on steps (I guess) that get higher the further away you are from the screen.

Viola. Graceful. Calm. The Queen Mother beside her. Strong. Unshaken. And then Him. Idra. Standing near the center. His gaze lifts. And locks onto mine. The room fades. Just for a moment. Then A voice rises above the noise. Smooth. Unfamiliar. And far too interested. “So,” the man says, stepping forward, his eyes fixed on me. “This is the new queen.” My breath catches. Because there is something in his gaze Something dark Something dangerous That tells me This night Is not going to end well.

“200 wolves. Their pain. Their secrets. Their bonds. If I wanted, I could break them all. Free them all. End the hierarchy with one thought.” Damian’s hand came up to her face. His thumb brushed the silver vine under her jaw. “Then don’t. Not yet. Power without choice is just another cage.” His words grounded her. The room stopped shaking. But the monster behind them was done recovering. It lunged. Damian shoved Luna aside and took the hit. Claws raked across his chest, opening four deep wounds. He went down hard. “Damian!” Luna screamed. The queen voice was gone. Just Luna. Terrified girl.

Her silver crown had split down the center, and dark veins crawled through her white gown like ink spilled in water. “Do not answer him,” she said. Her voice shook. That scared me too. Queen Amara had faced Damien, the Crown, the Heart, the Blade, death itself. But this thing made her voice shake. Damien stood near the shattered archway, the cracked Blade lowered at his side. For the first time since he entered the queen’s grave, he was not looking at me. He was looking at the crowned shadow. Reverent. Hungry. Like he had just found a god who might finally tell him yes.

"I don't care what it costs. That man burned my house down, put a hole in a boy I raised, killed a witness who could've cleared her, and taught her, with her own mother's help, I'd put money on it, that she's a plague. I'm going to Miami. I'm going to end it. And if the empire's already dead then let it be dead, but Isaiah Crowe does not get to keep breathing while she sits in some bus station four hundred miles away believing any part of this was her fault." "And her?" Darius asked. "When it's done. What's the play with her?" I stood. Wiped the sand off on my ruined slacks. Looked at my split hands, the King's hands, that had done everything in this life except the one thing I wanted, which

I ran toward him. But before I could reach him, the forest went silent. Completely silent. A woman appeared between the trees. She wore a long silver dress. Her hair flowed around her like moonlight. And a crown rested on her head. I knew her immediately. The woman from my visions. The Moon Queen. She looked at me. And smiled. “Daughter.” My heart stopped. “Daughter?” Damien slowly stood behind me. The Queen's eyes moved toward him. “You are the Alpha who broke the sacred bond.”