Queen With A Scalpel Novels & Stories

the former Queen spits at me. “True Queen?” I question without thinking. This seems to anger the former Queen greatly. “You don’t think that he would actually put a…” she sniffs the air around her and covers the gasp that leaves her mouth. “A HUMAN,” she screeches. Her claws elongate from the tips of her fingers, and she slowly stalks towards me. I try to back away from her but my back hits the edge of the bed. Realizing I have no where to run, I brace myself for what is to come and close my eyes. I feel the sharp edge of her claw pierce the skin of my forehead. My skin rips as she drags her nail down my face and blood begins to bubble to the surface. “You cannot be allowed to live no

🌷 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."

He slumped against the central dais, his eyes struggling to stay focused on Scarlett. "I told you..." he wheezed, a dark smirk touching his blood-stained lips. "No one touches... my Queen." Scarlett rushed to him, her hands glowing with healing light. But as she touched his wound, a hidden compartment in the dais clicked open. Inside sat a scroll made of human skin and silver thread—the Final Testament of the First King.

he reveals, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. My reaction is immediate, a silent acknowledgment of the unexpected twist in the night. Penelope, the revelation hangs in the air, and a surge of anticipation electrifies the atmosphere. The royal balls, as I affectionately call them, tighten in a blend of surprise and delight. Penelope, a hot mamasita, makes her presence felt in the grandeur of the elite club, an unexpected turn in the tapestry of the night's possibilities.

I can't stand myself without you; I'm out of control without you; if you were ever gone, I wouldn't know what I'd do with myself, and it's terrifying. But all that was gone, everything we ever had flushed down the drain, and tomorrow, he would marry Athena. He would kiss her and tell her the same things he had whispered in my ears. Alessia turned to me, beaming, "And now, the time we have been waiting for, I invite the brains behind this institution, Lily Ferreti, to join me in removing this ribbon, marking the beginning of a new chapter in our shared love of literature." Applause greeted me as I made my way to the terrace where Alessia and Claudine stood, and when they both hugged me, I for

The Queen, although surprised and angered at the outburst from a human, she didn't take offense to it as she needed something from the scientist. “I need blood,” she stated blandly, which seemed to confuse the scientist as he furrowed his brow. With a questioning brow raised, “Your majesty, I do not understand what you mean,” he responded, his voice stuttering as he was pinned by her intense gaze. “Blood of those rebels, I hear you may have some of them,” Queen Megan continued. This seemed to catch the old scientist's attention, his heart skipped a bit as he was afraid the queen night knew of his little experiment he was carrying out, he was under strict instructions by the king that his exp

He caught the appendage in his massive hands, digging his fingers deep into the joints of the black glass, and violently ripped the limb from her body. I watched the battle through the resonant link, my surgical mind translating the primal violence into a clinical procedure. Kaelen was not just brawling. He was performing a radical excision. He was systematically dismantling the Queen’s defensive anatomy to expose her vulnerable core. The Queen lunged, her spinning, crystalline teeth locking onto Kaelen’s torso. She attempted to drill into his chest, seeking the rich Elder resonance pulsing in his veins. Kaelen let her bite him.

The wind rose in the garden, the Queen looked at her knight and sighed in disappointment. "And you had the perfect haircut for it, what a waste." The knight flinched but maintained his position. The queen returned to her table. "It's okay, I'll find someone else then. Raise your head." She sat down in a chair and picked up an apple, looking at Lancelot thoughtfully. "I will need your swordsman skills, and Moon Slash, for my Cartouche." "... I believe that anyone else of the same level as me would be enough, my Queen."

When Mia nodded it again put it's limbs over Mia's eyes. The queen took a very ancient looking sword out of its sheath with engravings all over it. She pointed it directly at the person's throat. "How can you do this to me. I am the father of your children. We have so many daughters we raised together. Now that a son is born, are you really going to kill me with your own hands. " He questioned with eyes bright red.

she defended, running towards her mate as her hands trembled before stopping a foot to her mate, then turned to the guard, removing the pocket knife from his belt and ran towards her mate, holding the knife to kill the creature. Everyone watched slowly when the queen removed the guard's knife and ran to her mate in pure anger, fear of wanting to stab the King. When Zeke saw this, he stood as a shred to the king, but she pushed him away, screaming, "Lemme kill it, it's the one." Zaccheaus was shocked to move when his mate was running to him, pointing the knife at him, wanting to stab him. He stood still in his seat, waiting for the pain of being stabbed.