Queen Of The Damned 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?"

Gunderson asked. “The incubus knows who and what we are. Speak. Incubus. Introduce us.” Anders commanded. The incubus stood as if he were pulled up by invisible strings. He was pretty pissed about it. I managed to hold back my laughter. “Gentlemen, may I introduce you to the Vasili and Vasilia of the desire demons. Anders Damon and Madison Coto. The king and queen of my people.” He said stiffly and with a little sneer when he said ‘queen’.

“I almost did.” “Please, Leon. She was just messing with you. Concubae are selfish, cruel, bitches. She was using your attraction to her to distract you. And it worked.” Another man spat angrily. I grinned. Sounded like my type of woman. Over the last couple months, I’d heard bits and pieces about the demon queen. All the incubi who trekked through the forest did was complain about how she’d stolen their king and made him weak. Turned him against them. Part of me wished I could’ve met this queen, but she’d died fighting. Like a true warrior.

He gives in, panting. "The mafia don's behind the death of The Kingstons." He informs. The woman rolled her eyes, expecting something more valuable than the Kingstons, whoever they were. Dominic Bianchi, the Sicilian Don, was known to end lives. The woman was aware that it was the Don's favorite past-time. His hands were stained by the blood of those he had killed. Though it's not like Bella's hands were clean.

My body was burning, and my eyes were filled with rage. "Now just leave me alone." I struggled to say it. "Hah, I always get what I want, and I want you right now. You should consider yourself fortunate that I chose you "I was just restraining myself from slapping him when he started laughing. Lucky my foot, huh. Coming even closer to my face, he said, "you are just mine, and you are going to be my queen very soon, just imbibe these words in your head, and I will do anything to make this happen."

“Before I tell you, you must know that whatever the outcome, one thing is for certain. I will go down in flames or die trying to save us. We need to take every risk necessary to reach our endgame.” “And what exactly is our end game here, Leo?” Since the moment I first saw her, I have concealed a dark secret behind the facade of trying to be her hero. The heart of the now-defiant Queen may belong to someone else... But the truth is, Zeynep Volkov belongs to me and I will reduce cities to soot and ash to claim what is rightfully mine. No matter what it takes. I'll make her mine. If I have to wait... Kill for her... Slay her dragons... I will.

My queen’. ************************ Damien sat at the stripper bar, sipping his drink slowly. Rose ( the stripper crystal had a fight with ) walked up to him. ‘In for a night handsome?’. ‘A demon? I see. Never knew a demon now works as a stripper’. He said Rose's eyes widened in shock. How did he find out she was not a human? ‘M…my lord, I..’ she stammered. ‘It’s not a problem, you will be by my side now! And you are nothing but a slave to me, so do not think highly of yourself. Am I understood!?’.

She stood up on her knees and forced his head upward to look into her blazing eyes. "I am not only Alcazar's Princess but I am Damien Karlson's Queen…..and a queen doesn't need to prove her worth to anyone," she leaned closer to his face. Glaring into his eyes, he completed her words. "Not even to her king," And that was it for Damien to lose his last ounce of restraint. This woman was capable of driving him crazy in every manner. He tried to smash his lips against her but before he could do that, she cupped his mouth.

"No, we don't have that ability. Only the original can do that. She's the beginning of our kind anyway. They call her the Phantom Queen and she is eternal, at least that's what they say. She can manifest her essence in her chosen descendant throughout the centuries hence why they call her the Phantom——something that cannot be seen but she still remains in this world." "So she still exists up to this day? Where is she now?" I sighed, scooting closer and cuddled her on my side. "Nowhere. She'd been long gone since the War of the Triad began eight hundred years ago. Let's say we are indeed a 'cult'. And we were united before under the Phantom Queen Silva who was chosen by the Essence of the Ori

he grits out, trying to control his own anger. “Tell yourself what you need, but I will not subject my people to your kind as their King,” I snap, taking a breath before I speak again. “I, Aylin Adelaide Allaneo, Queen of the Underworld, reject you, Damon Marcellus Basso as my mate and King,” I say hastily before he can stop me again. Pain like nothing I have ever felt before shoots through my chest, cracking open my soul as I stagger but refuse to fall to my knees and scream. I grit my teeth as Damon falls to his knees, his hand on his chest.