Queen's Eyes Novels & Stories

“It was amazing, Oly. I mean, I’ve been dreaming about Quai for years. His eyes, his hair, his sweet voice and demeanor. I have spent years thinking I’d have to let that go, and should let that go. I couldn’t figure out why I was stuck on this boy I met when I was young that I could never possibly have. And then here he is. Calling me his mate, telling me I’m beautiful, looking at me like he’s waited a lifetime for me because he has. Everything that is to come, makes me tremble in fear, thats the truth. Being Queen was the one part about my fantasies with him that I didn’t want. But I would do anything, to be with Quai for the rest of my life. Even if that means having to accept that I have

She dropped her head immediately, entirely unwilling to look up into his dangerous eyes, and silently prayed that he would just leave her alone. Alexander noticed her lovely eyes gazing frantically down at the floor, completely avoiding his own. He was instantly enraged. He desperately wanted to see her eyes—her beautiful, expressive green eyes that perfectly revealed exactly how terrified she was of him. He fiercely wanted to see those fearful eyes looking up at him.

I shook my head, floating above my body. "Because you're mine, Lily, everything about you, from the top of your head down to your pearly pink toes," he played with the sleeve of my gown, "I think we'll do just fine, right?" After a short pause, I murmured, "Right." *** ANTONIO He knew that look, the soulful glare of her large brown eyes, narrowed at him; the disappointment in them was genuine and open for everyone to see, and she made sure he noticed.

I held my breath as I met the wide hazel eyes of the queen. "I don't negotiate with your kind."

There is no alternative. I shook my head and my discomfort pricked me. I cannot... somebody who puts his life in danger of mine? I... I don't even know them. I can't ask that of anyone." “You do not have a choice,” Rowan said. “It is not a question of asking; it is a matter of survival. You are queen now, Auri. You must act accordingly." I heaved a sigh and leaned against the bed in an attempt to wrap my head around it. "When will I meet this knight?"

The Queen’s golden eyes stared up at her the entire time, glowing with ancient hunger. Emma’s mind shattered somewhere around the third orgasm. She came violently around the two cocks buried in her cunt and ass. Clear squirt exploded out around Raven’s pounding shaft, spraying in messy arcs across the Queen’s face. The Succubus Queen moaned in delight and drank it down, never releasing the clit from her sucking mouth. But the sisters didn’t slow.

Not by name. Not yet. By position. By presence. By the way they stand close together, uncertain, watching. Fear holds them in place. Not loud fear. Quiet fear. The kind that spreads slowly through the body until movement becomes impossible. My gaze moves to the Queen first. She stands tall despite the tension in her shoulders. Her face is composed, carefully controlled, but grief lingers beneath the surface. I see it in the tightness around her eyes. In the way her hands remain clasped too tightly before her.

His crimson vertical pupils locked onto mine, a dark, consuming fire burning deep within them. “Quinn... are you ready to be my Queen?”

She held a phone to her ear, her reflection clear in the glass. ‎ ‎And in the reflection, her eyes… ‎ ‎Her eyes were not their usual soft brown. They glowed with an eerie, unnatural color, red, bright, and inhuman. ‎ ‎I stumbled back from the door, my pulse hammering in my ears. My breath came quick and shallow. ‎ ‎It wasn’t just suspicion anymore. ‎ ‎It was true. ‎ ‎The queen wasn’t who she seemed. ‎

The Queen was beautiful with thick auburn hair flowing down to her knees and beautiful hazel eyes, she had thin pouty lips and stood tall and slim. Princess Aurelia too was beautiful and much like her mother, her striking, fiery, copper hair was styled in an intricate updo decorated with beautiful pale pink pins that caught the sunlight and sent mesmerizing twinkling reflections off of the courtyard walls. Her big blue eyes were lined by a thick row of long curly eyelashes, she looked the picture of purity but her blue eyes hid a sense of cunning.