Queen The Invisible Man Novels & Stories

Dominic kept drinking as he spoke, “So, have you found the so-called invisible woman?” Alexander shook his head. “Not yet.” “She must be hiding then. When you do, tell me,” the older man said, “I’d like to see what an invisible woman looks like.”

Viola. Graceful. Calm. The Queen Mother beside her. Strong. Unshaken. And then Him. Idra. Standing near the center. His gaze lifts. And locks onto mine. The room fades. Just for a moment. Then A voice rises above the noise. Smooth. Unfamiliar. And far too interested. “So,” the man says, stepping forward, his eyes fixed on me. “This is the new queen.” My breath catches. Because there is something in his gaze

It was ancient, and probably handed down, and definitely spelled or poisoned by a greedy little witch’s family. He looked over Quai, then the King. Once he seemed sufficed that they were unconscious. He walked over and stood next to Quai. Much to my surprise, he took in a shaky breath, and hesitated before he raised up the knife. I had barely blinked before Quai had him face first into the bed he had just been occupying with his arms twisted behind his back and his face pressed into a pillow so he couldn’t cry out. That was my cue.

He questioned, staring at the woman sharply. My eyes light up as I spot a very familiar pair of doors. 'The Vault' a sign perched on top of the doors read. I withdraw a hand from my pocket and proceed to knock at the door. After a couple seconds, the doors were pulled open; revealing one of their guards. "Who are you and what do you want?" He asked, giving me a harsh stare. "Red. I came here for a fight." She answered.

If the Queen was to die, she wasn't going alone. The lights in the entire Silas district flickered. One by one, the monitors in the Pit went black. The skyscraper groaned, the elevators freezing between floors. In the absolute darkness of the sub-basement, three hearts beat in the fog. The King. The Ghost. And the Queen who was holding the match. "The noose is made of velvet," Elara whispered into the steam, her finger resting on the emergency release of the gas main. The sound of a hammer cocking back was the only answer.

Queen whispered, the threat vibrating in the low frequency of her voice. Fear and a sharp, electric panic flooded Chelsea’s system. She wanted to scream, to pull away, but Queen’s grip was a vice. They stood in a tense, silent tableau of feigned civility while the attendant bagged the groceries. A tall, broad-shouldered man in a charcoal suit—not João, but a man with the stony eyes of a career mercenary—stepped forward to collect the bags. Queen began to move, urgently dragging Chelsea toward the exit. To any observer, it looked like a wealthy woman guiding a distraught younger relative, but to Chelsea, it felt like being led to an execution.

But when someone appeared in his line of sight, he stopped moving. "Well, hello there, little guy . . . What are you doing there under the rain?" Eric watched as Evangeline bent down and grabbed Snow into her embrace. He forgot to breathe as he watched the woman –– dubbed as a vicious, cruel, pompous Queen –– protectively embraced Snow in her arms. "Did you run away from home? I don't see a collar though . . . ," Evangeline murmured. She swept Snow with her lilac eyes and her pouty lips stretched wide in a smile.

he commanded, his voice low but unyielding. He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and tossed it toward her. It landed on her knees. Guila lifted it with trembling fingers, pressing it lightly against the cut on her face. Her heart pounded,some part of it was fear and the rest was curiosity as she rose to her feet and followed him. The hidden chamber was nothing like the rest of the house. The moment she stepped inside, her breath caught. The walls were lined with monitors, their screens casting an eerie glow that painted Salvatore’s face in shades of blue and gray. Wires snaked across the floor, machines hummed quietly, and the air felt charged, almost electric.

"I'll lead the cavalry." Zephyr tilted his head, his silver eyes gleaming like twin stars. "And I will destroy their political foundations so thoroughly that they won't even have a chair to sit on when we arrive." I looked at the three of them—my pack, my protectors, my equals. The enemies who had become my allies, the predators who had become my shields. "I was invisible for five years," I said softly, the crown humming against my brow. "I was a maid, a servant, a ghost. I was nothing. But I am not invisible anymore. I am the Primordial Queen. And I am coming for the Council."

Before the man finished his sentence, his head was cut off by an invisible man, so he didn't see it coming. "I tried to show him Mercy." The invisible guy turned visible again. "Have his head, sent to the queen, as a message. They should not send negotiators, unless they bring us the boy!"