Queen Who Bathed In Blood Novels & Stories

At night, Desire could hear voices, shouting outside the walls and wished to hear Sylvester’s voice during those nights. They could say they had peace until one day when a body was brought in. The royal regalia looked familiar and Desire screamed when she saw who it was. It was Queen Naomi covered in blood. She had been shot and she had lost a lot of blood. “My Queen” Desire cried out. “It’s so good to see you again, Desire. I can die in peace now knowing you’re fine” Queen Naomi struggled to say. “What happened?” Desire asked, knowing there’s no salvation for the Queen. She had lost too much blood and she isn’t strong enough to go through the pain of cutting her open at her chest to remove

"Oh I don't think so Felix. This was the usurper most loyal advisor. Your loyalty should be given to me unquestionably by your nature but I knew there would be teething pains. However, for it to last this long. I suspect something is amiss" "Majesty, I assure....." I don't get to finish a snake wrapping around my arm and pulls it through the bar. Oh I'm screwed now. The queen bites down on my wrist and pulls my blood. Her hauntingly pure white eyes flash a snake like black pupil and she retracts. Horror and disgust evident on her face. She spits the blood out of her mouth. "Kill them" She calls out and her snakes flood from her. The men behind the bars use their collective hybrid strength to

Without thinking, she let her sword talk and decapitated his head. That was the first body she had decapitated in that fight. He wasn’t one for much violence, but she was going to let the blood flow and the heads roll in this case. “I am the Blood Queen,” she muttered to herself. “Wife of the most powerful being in all kingdoms. I am not weak. And I would prove myself to you today, that I am not a person you should take lightly.”

she said. The Queen Mother turned her back on her, leaving Anne feeling desperate. She couldn't afford to watch the Queen Mother hand the mission over to someone else; she wanted to carry it out herself. "The poison that evil witch scratched into your body has been partially diluted, but you will need pure human blood within this ocean to set yourself totally free from it. Otherwise, you will die the moment you swim out of this ocean," the Queen said. Anne's eyes widened in shock. "Mother, how do I get human blood within this ocean? You know that isn't possible, and it's also risky," she said.

The other tried to run , But wasn't fast enough I sent the sword flying it pierced right through her chest then used my leg to pull her back to bring out the sword ,blood keep flowing from the dead body lying on the ground , My sword was covered in blood I passed it to samuel "Make sure it's well cleaned ." " Yes your majesty " I looked at the remaining servants who was shivering in fear . . " This will be the fate of any one who try to sabotage the Queen's name

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.

🌷 M O N G R E L 🌷 "Think like a queen. A queen is not afraid to fail. Failure is another stepping stone to greatness." .•●•. ⚘THE VENETIAN EMPIRE ⚘ "Bring her back!" Demetrius yelled at the top of his voice. "I can't!" Merlin snapped and stated, "she had to transform on her own, if she can fight it we'll have her back, if she can't then she's simply gone."

It had made every other voice in the room feel insignificant and slightly embarrassed to have spoken at all. Footsteps crossed the stone floor. Someone walking toward her who had clearly never needed to hurry for anything in his life. She gave herself four seconds. She used every one of them. Then she turned, chin level, spine straight, hands still at her sides and she looked at the man moving through the candlelight toward her. The most feared Lycan King on the East Coast looked back at her like she was one of possession he had already forgotten.

She says, tone turning solemn for a moment, before she pushes me back as if I disgust her with more strength than I anticipated, making me hit the wall with my head hard. “And now, after 25 years, it breaks and disappoints my heart to see you like this because I know that’s not who you are. You are the true daughter of a great and powerful A****n Queen, not some weak, depressing, drunk, sorry excuse of a warrior or mother who doesn’t even know how to look after her pup properly! It should be YOU who is teaching and training him how to be the Alpha he’s destined to be, rather than some old lady because you’re too weak and busy wallowing in wolfbane-laced alcohol and self-pity to pull your hea

I slipped inside, the music from the main floor suddenly muffled, replaced by a low, rhythmic hum of air conditioning and hushed, lethal conversations. The hallway was lined with private suites. Most were closed, but the one at the very end was draped in shadows. I crept toward it, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs. I could hear voices—sharp, clinical, and devoid of any human warmth. "She’s a bit thin," a voice drawled—Matthias. "But the lineage is pure. You can see it in the structure of the jaw. She has Vivian’s eyes." "I don't care about her eyes, Matthias," another voice replied, cold and aristocratic. "I care about the files. And I care about ending the Mann bloodline