Queen Of The Damned Novels & Stories

"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

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 was the divine mate of the most dangerous King on the continent, and he had thrown away a goddess to chase a fraud. "You..." Kael gasped, his throat closing up as he stared at Damon's gold-flecked eyes. Damon leaned down, resting his cheek against my temple, his deep, rumbling voice echoing down into the ravine. "Look closely, little Alpha. You are looking at the Queen of the five kingdoms. And if you ever speak her name again, I will tear your packhouse down to the foundation and feed your bones to my hounds." Kael's knees buckled under the crushing weight of his absolute ruin. He collapsed hard into the cold, wet mud, his hands sinking into the dirt as wild, uncontrollable sobs wracked h

“No please stop!” I screamed towards Demonica. I am so scared seeing how Demonica is using her black whip that she created from her mist as she slash it into Queen Veronica’s bare back now full of whip wounds as Demonica sat on the king’s throne beside me. Queen Veronica is being held by a mist on her hands and feet spread open as her bare back is shown before Demonica as she whip the Queen’s back laughing so hard enjoying everything. Queen Veronica is whimpering in pain and her head as moving every time the whip hits her.

Some witches surrendered and asked for an apology from their real Queen, Sabrina. King Warrick already recovered and glaring daggers at me. “Don’t give me that look, a descendant of King Helios.” he looked at me in shock. “What?” he blurted out, and I smirked. “Do you know who defeated him in the previous great war?” I said cockily. He clenched his jaw, and I looked at him blankly, “Remember this, my name is... Damona, the one who defeated King Helios” as my name rolled out my tongue, he gasped while staring at me wide-eyed.

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 .

He was reading the demon history book. The Lycan King took a deep breath. This was bigger than they expected. "This is the ancient book of demon rituals and history. It says here that the only way to resurrect the death angel is to shower his tomb with the blood of four Queens. The Lycan Queen, The Vampire Queen, The Dragon Queen, and lastly my Demon Queen. Which I haven't fucking found yet up to now! Motherfucker!" Lucifer slammed his palm in his mahogany desk. The wood cracked. On the verge of splitting in half, he snatched his laptop in time.

I snap at Damian, who clamps his mouth shut, although I see his jaw clench. “Please stop talking in riddles,” Elder Lana interjects, sounding annoyed. I shift my narrowed gaze at Elder Lana, who looks back defiantly. “To be crystal clear, the former High Queen had killed a hybrid vampire aka her grandson and his mate, another hybrid when they found out that she was manipulating others, that she had always manipulated her grandson. And that grandson was Damian Beaufort, whom you now know as Damian Emilio.” I hear someone scoff, but Elder Lana is looking at Damian thoughtfully while Elder Lisa’s eyes are wide with astonishment, as if puzzle pieces are finally falling together and giving all of

"What have you done that makes you worthy of being called a real queen? I personally believe you've done nothing. Here I am, sitting beside you, and I don't even know your name. All I know is that you are nothing more than the Queen." "I gave birth to the future king!" She stated proudly, but deep in her eyes, I could sense her valid reason to despise me. Too bad for her, I won't let her get away with mistreating me. "Oh, come on, Your Highness! Since when is having sex and giving birth something to be respected for?" She was about to say something, but a growl caught us off guard. It was Damien. He burst into the suite and made his way towards me. The look on his face was unfamiliar to me.