Queen Rogue Backshots Novels & Stories

Raven looked around the room—at the fear in the eyes of warriors and Alphas who had faced a thousand battles but didn’t know how to fight what was coming. “We prepare,” she said. And she meant it. That afternoon, she returned to the Archives with Kade and Maya. The carved doors groaned as they opened, revealing the still-glowing murals on the walls. This time, Raven didn’t hesitate. She walked to the third mural—the one partially hidden in shadow. The Forgotten Queen. She stared at the image: a woman with silver hair, blood on her hands, and eyes that burned with moonlight. Around her neck was the same crescent mark Raven bore.

"No! Instead of taking those two, why don't you take me? You are not allowed to touch any of them!" Rielle struggled so hard. The man who was holding her gave her a kick in the back of her knees, which caused her to land with a thud on the ground. She scraped her knees on the rough part of the concrete, which caused bleeding, but she did not give up despite this setback.

"I've always been curious about who chose that name. Why Black Queen?" Picking up the knife on the table, I twirl it around in my hand "Because my heart is as black as coal. Have you seen the American show that goes by 'Once Upon a Time?' the evil queen who coincidentally goes by Regina too has a black heart. The difference between us is that I'm not trying to be good. I won't hesitate to stick this knife in your throat and watch as you take your last breath" "Why does that turn me on?"

Sworn enemies yet, she is the only woman who can put out the fire in our bloodlines. “What are you waiting for, Leo? A fucking invitation? Shoot her knees!” My father orders. I cock the gun, waiting for Zeyneps’ jaded-coloured irises to meet mine, and when they do, I wink at her. Quickly, I lift my arm and press the gun in my grasp against the side of my father’s head, with my index finger resting on the trigger. “Long live the Defiant Queen, Zeynep Volkov, heir of the true Artemis ‘Wolf’ Volkov,” I say in a firm tone and pull the trigger, murdering my father.

He reached for it, almost afraid it would vanish if he hesitated. It clicked open with a soft pop, revealing two rings nestled like twin secrets against deep indigo silk. One was unmistakably the legendary engagement ring of Queen Zenobia a perfect oval red diamond formed from the blood of the first dragon, embraced by twin dragons wrought in platinum, their tails intertwining to form the band. The other, simpler yet equally striking, was Prince Richard’s, a signet of the same red diamond encircled by the intertwined royal crests of Alynthia and Asterin.

"Are you fucking kidding me Damion? You promised you wouldn't bother me as long as I behaved." I quickly crossed the room and grabbed a hammer off the counter. I jumped up on a chair before Heth could do anything and destroyed the camera. Heth's phone started ringing and I looked at him with fury in my eyes. He answered it and walked away from me. I started searching for more camera's to destroy. By the time Heth came back out I had four cameras sitting on the kitchen table. "Well now that you got that out of your system." Heth laughed as he looked at the destruction on the table. I still wasn't satisfied that there was no more camera's but I knew that it was pointless.

"If you get carried away again and let this happen, I will have no other choice but to terminate the mission and send someone else who can do it better." Anne's eyes widened at the threat. The queen nodded, staring directly into her eyes, and Anne's eyes returned to normal. She shook her head slowly. "Mother, please... You don't need to send another mermaid to Earth to do this. I can handle it," Anne pleaded. The queen took a deep breath, her anger still evident. "I will say this again: the werewolves are not your enemies. Stay a million kilometers away from Yvonne Brooks, or..." The queen's voice trailed off, her rage palpable.

they both shrieked in unison on seeing how disoriented she was. Right in front of the spreading queen was a raven bronze, it was in the shape of a dominant man with the most deadly face you'd ever seen. Assorted remarkable blossoms of numerous pigments festoon his body, and a raven sculpture of a valiant dragon was seated on his huge mighty feet. "Careful, my queen!" Lady Macbeth cautioned on catching sight of how wobbled her pure feet were. “I'm not weak, Lady Macbeth!" Queen Isle snapped angrily at her, her green orbs could be hardly seen as they grew extremely dark.

The moment he had arrived at his Kingdom, the first thing he did was to utilise the army he had and send it to their aid. The rogue commander and Maddox were now beginning to feel pressured. Although they had wanted to drag the battle on, they were now on the losing side. If this continues they will all die! Maddox was just about to withdraw the little bit of what was left of his men when something appeared before him. No, someone! He glanced up and immediately felt his knee go weak. It was none other than the hybrid Queen herself! With a few people guarding her. In her hand was a head...

Praise sits on her wrong, like a coat that doesn't fit — too much of it and she shrinks instead of standing taller. Behind Piper, propped against a stack of tires, is the thing Renata calls a "welcome kit" — a scuffed pair of steel-toed boots two sizes too big, a flashlight with dead batteries, a folding knife nobody's taught her to use yet. Renata hands every rogue who walks through that bay door the same three objects on their first night, no explanation offered beyond "you'll need them eventually." I got mine two weeks before Piper did. Mine still sits on the shelf above my cot, untouched, because so far the only thing I've needed here is a reason to stop flinching, and nobody sells that