Queen's Justice Novels & Stories

Julius steps in, eager to show me to the door. I stare at Alpha Dante, hot shame and embarrassment causing tears to prick my eyes. He meets my eyes, the rest of his handsome face is cold as ice but those eyes…they stare at me like he wants to close the distance and sink his teeth into my neck. Why won't he just do it? Is it something about me? Am I that unattractive to him? That has to be it. Fuck. I was so stupid. He has the Queen. And she’s a bombshell. Why did I think my seduction tactic would work?

I stand directly in front of him and look up so that I am staring directly into his eyes. I grab onto his balls which causes him to groan in pain and I stand on my toes so that my mouth is directly at his ear. "Listen up pretty boy and listen well. I am not someone you want to mess with. I am a Queen . You found me as an alpha and you will leave me as one. I am not any of the submissive little whores you've been with that listen to your every word and worship your dick like you're a God . I do what I want , whenever I want , and with whom I want. Do not think that you can come here and tell me what to do because you will get hurt in many ways , trust me I don't mind showing at all. Try tha

Her tight walls couldn’t help but suck on his cock, yet they were forced open wider and penetrated deeper with every thrust. “Ah… too fast… too fast…” She felt her flower being penetrated again and again, torn open time and time again, thrust against time and time again; her soft, sensitive flesh was mercilessly squeezed and lashed by the scorching shaft. Pleasure accumulated exponentially, coalescing into an ocean of desire that swept over her entire body. Victor’s hips thrust wildly, forcing the young woman’s legs even wider apart so his cock could be swallowed deeper—sinking in all the way, then pulling out completely, pounding her with wide, forceful strokes.

And as the clock ticked down to the inevitable, the question lingered in everyone’s mind: Would they be spared... or erased? As the queen sat back in her throne, her nails bitten to the quick, she whispered a silent prayer. "Please... if there is any mercy left in the world, let Aeternum spare me. Spare us all." But deep down, she knew: mercy was not Aeternum’s way. Justice was. And justice was coming.

She was unstoppable. The Fae Queen had called this council to call for justice for her daughter, to demonize my mother as a tyrant who had killed an innocent girl. But Hailey—our mother—hadn't come to plead for mercy. She had come to command. "Justice?" she echoed, her voice firm, but echoing through the chamber like a storm off in the distance. "You stand before me, before this council, and speak of justice?" The Fae Queen raged. "You murdered my daughter!"

Disgust radiated from him, power potent enough for the Queen’s children to stiffly obey and descend from the strands, and cross into the field. “Justice!” someone shouted, as the murmurs from the crowd began to build. Then another. “Justice! Justice!” The chant spread like wildfire. Well, they were right to demand that. It’s been a long time coming.

But before she could finish her sentence, the Queen’s voice cut through the air, firm and final, silencing her completely. “I will bring her back as an angel,” Queen Marasela declared, her voice strong, unwavering. The words hit the air like a thunderclap, and Jessa froze, unable to comprehend the magnitude of what she was hearing. The Queen’s gaze was steady, filled with the kind of determination that could move mountains. There was no softness in her voice now, no hesitation—only a clear, powerful resolve that seemed to make the very ground beneath them tremble with its force. “An angel who will bring justice and exact vengeance on Victoria.”

“I know you didn’t want to dig up the past with her, but it seems like it’s something you're going to have to do. She might know more than she thinks, already exposed one mole, and apparently, mother wanted to hit you where it would hurt.” I look over at Queenie. Instead of looking like she wanted to run and hide, her eyes were hardened, as I thought. She looked like there was a fire beneath them; I hid the smile that I wanted to show. This is the Queenie we need. She aggressively stood up from her chair, flying back, “that bitch will not get her hands on them! Either of them! I will not have what happened to me to happen to my niece!” She starts pacing, and Joker grabs her hand, stopping he

Justice roars at him and steps forward, sword first. “Don’t,” he says with a snarl. “As soon as I turned seventeen, it was all I could hear. ‘Let me out. Let me out! We need to save them!’ Incessant whining. Now I’m giving him what he wants. All of this is for Obsidian.” “You’ve twisted his words, you sick son of a bitch.” Justice loses patience and lunges at Sin. He raises his sword and blocks the offense with a grunt, pushing me back.

He’s just as nervous to see this as I am. I see memory me falling to my knees in shock, mouthing “I didn’t.” The Queen storms forward. “My daughter is blind!” she cries. “Her sight! She says you’re the cause.” “I didn’t,” I whisper again. But I feel Keith’s rage and desperation. His certainty that I’m innocent. His knowledge that nothing he says will change the Queen’s mind. “I’ll investigate,” he offers, bowing. “There must be more to this—” “You will bring her to justice,” the Queen snaps. “Or I will.”