Queen Of The Damned Novels & Stories

Alpha Damian growled angrily. "Quite a beautiful lady, how unfortunate she's an omega, perhaps your highness should claim her as one of your sex slaves" A Beta guest from different pack suggested. "Even for my lowliest sex slave I cannot claim her" Alpha Damian uttered, this word reverberated into Ana's ear a thousand times, she felt her world collapsing as she stood to her feet and ran as fast as her legs could carry her into the dark, as the night soil man followed.

Sienna turned, ready to walk away, but Nathan grabbed her wrist. And then, suddenly, Damien was there. His hand closed around Nathan’s wrist, prying him away from her with effortless strength. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Damien said, his voice like ice. Nathan glared. “She deserves better than being some pawn in your game.” Damien smiled, but there was nothing kind about it. “You’re mistaken,” he said smoothly. “Sienna isn’t a pawn. She’s the queen.” Sienna’s breath caught.

Taking a sip from his glass, he felt his throat burn with every drop of whiskey that went down. Damián wasn’t used to being defeated, especially not by a woman. Looking at his phone screen, the coordinates of Isabela’s plane no longer matched the previous reading. The air ambulance was out of range. When he boarded his plane, the plan was clear in his mind: He wanted Queen Moretti, to bend her to his will, to make her know who was in charge. He wanted her to witness what he would do to her children and her husband before finishing her off the same way he did with his brother Vicente.

she said. Damian tightened his hold on me. “If you're Selena, then why does she look different?” he asked, and the woman looked at him with an expression filled with old affection. “Because I am not simply Selena,” she answered, explaining that the name Selena belonged to the life I had chosen after destroying my ancient identity. “I am the First Queen, the original vessel of the Flame, and the woman who decided that her own existence was too dangerous to remain.”

“You saw the threat. You hunted it. You exposed it. Today, you have earned not just my trust—but the court’s respect.” Elira faced the nobles, her voice quiet but unshaking. “I am Elira Stormfang. Once a servant. Once a ghost. Now a queen in all but name. And I will not be broken.” And no one—no one—dared to argue. ---

My heart felt like a piece of glass—sharp, jagged, and ready to cut anyone who touched it. “After all this agony, do you still want him? Do you have no pride? He messed with the wrong woman. I am not some weak whore. I am Miroslava Flameheart, Queen of Dragons and Werewolves—” I paused as the realisation hit me, cold and terrifyingly perfect. “—And soon, Queen of Demons. Because I am going to kill their king and take everything he owns.”

Damien who had a confused head because his little lover was not the mate that he expected but some unknown woman. Damien gritted his teeth. "You get up for me!" All of the guest and slaves kneeling down and saluting to their queen was startled with this thunderous roar. As they trembled in fear and just got up. Because. What can a Queen be match to a King? Especially if they still does not know what this queen capable of doing? Damien calmed down seeing that all of those guest still listened to him. The Queen, the woman in a white dress had tears hanging onto her eyes after Damien roared so loudly in the main hall but Damien did not even spared her a glance.

Her reflection in the window was unfamiliar: harder, sharper, almost… dangerous. She pressed her fingers against the glass and whispered to herself, “What have I become?” Footsteps approached. Damian. He entered without knocking, his black coat dusted with rain. His presence filled the room like a storm. “So,” he said flatly, “the queen takes her throne.” Adriana turned, her chest tightening at the cold edge in his voice. “It’s not what it looks like.” Damian gave a humorless laugh. “No? Because it looks like you stood beside her. Smiled. Held her hand. Like you’re part of her dynasty.”

Trapped. Her body locked in place, her face twisted in something between terror and resistance, as if she were fighting something she could not overcome. Aluna did not move, but the air around her did. It pulsed. Heavy. Dangerous. Alive. Dallas went still inside me. ‘She stands like a Queen,’ he murmured. ‘Yes’. I said with a small smile. ‘Not just a Queen, but something far more dangerous and ancient’. I stepped forward. The pressure resisted me again, but this time it felt different, like am being turn on by it. But I still walked through it. Straight to her.

The door closed shut and the lighted candles got brighter. “A few of our spies discovered a demon energy at the southern city,” the high priestess announced. “And you all know the rules. What are they?” “Slay all demons! Have no mercy! Banish the evil from our sights!” We blurted. “Good,” she said calmly, and took a step down the podium. “We can't let them live. Which is why I will be sending one of you to the southern city.” The other women and I turned to look at each other. No one wanted that. It was filled with wolves and dark witches.