Queen With A Scalpel Novels & Stories

she keeps instructing the blonde, her legs falling wide apart to give the blonde more room. A few more thrusts and her release washes over her, expelling with a low-pitched scream, her chest heaving as she struggles for breath. Meilin watches the Queen come with wide eyes, filled with wonder and lots of questions. She doesn’t understand what happened, but she realized something. She loves watching the Queen’s face as her fingers move inside her. Not knowing that the Queen had achieved her orgasm, Meilin kept on thrusting her fingers, making the Queen wince from how sensitive she felt. “Stops,” she commands softly, her voice cold.

Against all odds. But holding is not the same as winning. And eventually, they could not hold anymore. I turned the page. And found a portrait. Just a sketch, really. Pen and ink. Faded with age. A woman. She was not young in the portrait, but she was not old either. She was somewhere in between, in that particular place where a person stops looking like what they were and starts looking like what they are. Her hair was loose. Her expression was not afraid. Mira. Last Queen of the Witch Covens. Keeper of the High Flame. Killed in the forty-third year of the Crimson War by Aldric the Elder, great-great-grandfather of the current Alpha King.

Alpha Trent was the one to step forward this time. “Stupid question get’s stupid answer. Tread carefully Alpha.” I said. “When you win then you will automatically become the Queen. I guess I’m just curious as to what you have planned for afterwards?” He shrugged. “Let’s just get threw this fight first shall we. The king might just kill me and then you’re question is then invalid.” I said. Damn that’s the second time I’ve been asked that. You’d think I would’ve thought about it by now.

I ran toward the bed. "Do what? What did you do!" I screamed. I stopped short at the edge of the bed, and the world seemed to tilt. The Queen Mother wasn't just sleeping. There was a bronze-hilted knife sticking out of her chest. The white silk of her nightgown was rapidly turning a deep, sickening crimson. There was blood everywhere.

I was held back with a silver blade against my throat while the Queen, Carolyn I think her name was, held Rose against her with a silver sword. She smirked cynically and hit Rose at the back of her head. I tried to break free, but the silver blade on my neck was biting at my skin. Fear filled her eyes as she looked up at me on all fours. "Look at me Rose, only me," I choke in a soothing whisper as the bitch Queen rose the sword above my mate's head. "Keep your eyes on me." "I love you," she chokes in a wavering whisper and her head was severed from her shoulders.

they both shrieked in unison on seeing how disoriented she was. Right in front of the spreading queen was a raven bronze, it was in the shape of a dominant man with the most deadly face you'd ever seen. Assorted remarkable blossoms of numerous pigments festoon his body, and a raven sculpture of a valiant dragon was seated on his huge mighty feet. "Careful, my queen!" Lady Macbeth cautioned on catching sight of how wobbled her pure feet were. “I'm not weak, Lady Macbeth!" Queen Isle snapped angrily at her, her green orbs could be hardly seen as they grew extremely dark.

the Queen smiled a little. My stare stayed at her, she loves her people and their empire. "You can cut me then. He doesn't wanna bite me. You can cut me," I bit my lower lip. "But can you do it while I'm unconscious?" Confusion filled the Queen's eyes. "I am actually scared to get cuts," my heart raced. Their gazes went to Slaughtrus who was then clenching his jaw, although he's breathing heavily. He looks enrage but weak.

Marmel nodded silently, watching the young woman in front of her pick up the sharp blade in front of her, which had previously pierced her body. "Can you do it?" She handed her the blade. Mrs. Marmel nodded voluntarily before the queen turned to meet her back. She stared into the void in front of her with a fixed face, listening to the sound of that blade slashing in the air and feeling the tremor of her body afterwards. She looked at her dark locks scattered around her. "Now I can move without obstruction." She watched her reflection on the same blade, her dark tufts several inches beyond her face, and she smiled in return.

Kohen screamed and they panicked when the shackles moved a little and quickly electrocuted him. The queen picked up a knife with a sadistic smile on her face. “I will have fun forcing the confession out of you both.” My heart beat faster and I was numbed with fear but just as the blade was about to touch my skin, a guard barged inside. “Prince Kraven is awake, your majesty.” The queen sighed deeply and threw the knife back at her servant. “Keep watching them. If they escape, I will have all of your heads.” A relieved sigh left me when she left with her cronies, but the pain in my cheek remained. By now, I'm sure my face is already swollen and bruised.

A man on the boat reached out his hand to help me up. His face was hidden in shadow, but I could see a scar running down his cheek. I watched the flames and bid farewell to my former self. From this moment on, there was no more Serena Ferrari. From now on, I would become my own queen.