Queen Vivi Novels & Stories

“ You laughed at me. You thought I was just a pawn to be sold to Damian Cross.” “Aria, you’re hurting me,” Vivienne stammered, trying to step back. But she was backed up against the waist-high railing. The wet metal dug into her spine. “But look at us now,” Aria continued, leaning in close, her eyes dancing with a terrifying light. “I’m the Queen. I’m the one with the husband, the power, the protection. And you?” Aria tilted her head. “You’re just a loose end.” Vivienne’s eyes went wide. The realization hit her a second too late. “Aria, no—”

Queenie said and reached out his leg to nudge him. He opened his eyes seconds later and frowned deeply. He tried to touch Queenie but got kicked to the ground again by Jessica who was right beside Queenie. Angered, Velon still tried to touch Queenie but got kicked to the ground again. He repeated the same action and still got the same consequence. "What? You've suddenly become a celebrity and I can't touch you?" He scoffed, anger brewing in his eyes. "A celebrity?" Queenie scoffed and slipped both hands into her pocket, "I'm the sole heir of the Knights Group of Companies and the wife of Pierce Verlice. Surely you know what that means, don't you?"

The great voice heard and the people inside made a space to give way a coming queen, Vivory Harsha. They kneeled when Vivory came and they gave praise to her. "Long live the queen!" The vampires shouted and when they raised their heads because of being vowed, their eyes glowed a red color. Step... Step... Vivory Harsha halted her step in the middle of the way and she smirked as she saw the disciples of her father, the Lord Treznor. She looked around and her sharp eyes glowed as if she could not see what she wanted to see.

She looked me up and down before giggling “Girl no need to lie to me I’ve witnessed your power.” My power? If crying your soul away while clinging to life on a dirty rotten floor while starving emits power then call me alpha. I cackled out loud at my thoughts. “I see you are mistaken, I’m no ordinary wolf girl I am Vivi of the purple crescent clan and I know more than you could ever imagine.” She went on.

"Wearing a crown. Coiled around a broken sword." Varek took one slow step back. Boots bolted to the floor. "That line is dead," Varek said. The words came out like gravel. "The Sovereign King and his wife burned in the Sector Four sweeps. Ten years ago. There was no child." "The girl is twenty," Tor said. Voice coming back now. Harder. Like he'd made a decision. "She grew up in Sector Four. She fights with the Sovereign form... you saw it yourself in the hallway. And her father isn't hiding from a shipping debt." Something moved in Tor's face. Something complicated and old and guilty. "He's a Royal Guard. He's been keeping her buried in the outer rim for ten years to keep her breathing."

(One week later) “Holy guacamole!” Vivi yelled and jumped in Luke’s arms. “Will you stop, Viv! You are pregnant for the goddess ‘sake! “ and he ran to catch her because as soon as she put her foot down the helicopter , she sprinted to the Royal Packhouse as if there were some Christmas promotions and she won't find anything if she doesn't hurry up. “Vivienne Navarro!” Luke yelled seeing her like that. “Cassel” Francoise said ,coming from behind, while he was holding hands with Leia.

With a frown, she put her arms around herself to try and keep some body heat. “Are you currently Mr Michelson’s Omega.” “Technically, I’m human, so I don’t know how to answer that question.” The vampire seemed exasperated. But perhaps she could soothe him by offering him some blood. He sat back in his chair again, clearly unimpressed by her offer. “And you received an invitation from the Council to attend?” “Yes, but I don’t know why. “Miss Morgan, do you know where Miss Hubert is?” the woman asked.

She was well aware that she would have to defend her position in the industry. “I am sorry Clarissa. This has to stop,” Ysabella told herself. She put away her phone, stood up, and took a deep breath. “There can only be one queen and that’s me!” Ysabella vowed to stake her claim. Meanwhile, it has been hectic for Clarissa the past few months. She had numerous events and engagements where she became the “star,” – always getting the attention of the press and the people involved in these endeavors. Bamby, her discoverer and mentor, had nothing but praises for her protégé. He'd been offering her advice from time to time, but he'd noticed how driven Clarissa had been since she began her modeling

The supreme dark-priest asked. “I will.” Veronica said with pride hinted on her voice. “Will you honor the duty and responsibilities that it will take you to be Queen, and do you do so willingly take this crown as yours?” The supreme dark-priest once again asked. “I will, and do so willingly what it takes to be Queen.” Veronica answered once more. “Then I declare you,” the supreme dark-priest said and she place the crown on the top of Veronica’s head, “Veronica Lorraine Glaiza Elizabeth Vane, The Queen of Dexo Fernia.” The crown was placed above Veronica’s head.

A way to spend time whenever she had nothing better to do. The people in the Vault knew her as Red: the fighter who was reigned the champion. Fighters also knew of her identity as the assassin, both her aliases for the fighting ring and as an assassin were, after all, the same. When Bella heard of a new champion being crown while she was away, she couldn't help but see who it was, also feeling the need to know why they named someone the new best without having to fight the former. The brunette walked towards one of the people who managed the fights, pulling her hood down before catching his attention.