Queen With A Scalpel Novels & Stories

She says with a small giggle. "You will stop second guessing your abilities to lead and you will rule right beside your mate. That is an order." She jokes with a hint of seriousness. I nod and smile up at her. She holds her hand out and a golden staff apears. I immediately bow down and she dubs me Queen of werewolves by tapping the staff on both of my shoulders. "I now dub thee Mackenzie Roseline Lathen as Queen of werewolves and Luna of the royal pack. Do you accept?" She asks and I look up at her.

She despised all of them. His lip lifted in an answering sneer. She refused to drop her eyes from his challenge, despite her husband sitting at the same table. He wanted nothing more, in that moment, than to take this scarred Queen from her throne and tame her. He vowed, then and there, that he would eventually have her.

Brandon lowered his head, pressing his lips against the warm skin behind Robin’s ear, his voice loud enough to echo in the private box: "The necklace is fifty million, Robin. But the queen wearing it is priceless." Up on the balcony, framed by diamonds and draped in emerald fire, Robin rested her hand over Brandon’s forearm, looking down at the ruined, terrified faces of Dane and Nicole below with a chilling, victorious smile.

I had to move quickly. Without wasting another second, I grabbed his hand. My own fingers were shaking, but I forced myself to stay calm. I couldn’t let nerves mess this up. I picked up the small blade and began cutting across his palm, slow and careful. Blood started to flow, and I quickly reached for the little bottle the Queen Mother gave me. I held it beneath the cut and waited until it filled all the way to the top. It was done, but my hands wouldn’t stop shaking. A few moments later, his skin started healing on its own, slowly closing up like I hadn’t just cut it with a dagger.

Take your child’s death as the first taste of what I can unleash on you and your family. Xandar’s eyes snapped up to the doctor’s as he said, “My mate wasn’t the target.” Dr Karr nodded in agreement, “It appears not, my King. This paper was slit into the knife, like it was meant to be a message to whoever was stabbed with it. The Queen was most likely shielding the child that was with the Duchess, causing the Queen to be stabbed herself. A very noble act but it took a great toll on her body.” he peered through the window before returning his sights to Xandar, who handed the note back to him.

He begged, his skin pale and his eyes wide as his lips trembled with every word he spoke. "Then speak." "I. . .I can't." "Then you've made your choice." Bella speaks, before throwing the dagger towards Elmo's shoulder, the man letting out a blood-curdling scream as the blade embedded itself inside his shoulder blade. Blood dripped down his arm from the his open wound. "You're crazy!" He yells, trembling. "I know," The woman winks at him as she grabbed the pliers from the table. "Do you know what these are for?"

I rasped annoyingly as I drilled both of his ankles to the chair. I put down the drill, and I reached for my knife. "You have a very beautiful and lovely eyes, and I love them." I said caressing his cheek with my knife. "Now if you don't tell me, why did De Luca sent you, I will rip those pretty and gorgeous eyes out of their sockets and feed them to the fucking dogs if you don't tell me what I want to hear." I said inching my blade towards his eyes.

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.

Asher had difficulty forming the words he wanted to say as anger, disappointment, fear, disbelief, helplessness battled all at once! "Eric is one of us now, and I want you all to treat him with respect. Do I make myself clear?" ". . ." ". . ." "Yes," Asher said after a long silence. "Your wish . . . is my command . . ." D shivered upon hearing Asher's grudgingly gritting voice. It was ear piercing, spine cringing than the ones made by claws scratching against metal plates. He eyed the gorgeous lady beside him. This was the first time that their Queen defended someone to this extreme.

He explained. “The Aprices want something that belongs to me. My existence is a threat to them,” She explained with coldness in her eyes. “Don’t worry about the security. You don’t have to make it any different than it usually is for such events.” “Are you not worried?” He asked curiously. He wanted to know more details about what they wanted from her. But he knew she would not answer. Otherwise, her answer would not have been so vague. “Do you remember what I said in your office? They mistook a sleeping Lioness for a declawed cat. It’s time to teach them a lesson. It wouldn’t be so much fun if I ended things directly.” She said frostily.