Queens Game Novels & Stories

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.

A low table rested between two cushioned chairs, the surface smooth and untouched, as though it was reserved for moments like this alone. The Queen took her seat gracefully, and I hesitated for only a second before sitting opposite her. I kept my back straight. My hands folded lightly in my lap. Still unsure. Still cautious. A maid approached shortly after, moving quietly, almost unnoticed until she was already there. “My Queen, My Lady” she said softly, bowing her head. “Tea,” Queen Seraphina instructed gently. Then her gaze shifted to me. “What would you prefer?” The question caught me off guard. “I…” I hesitated. “Anything is fine.”

she replies. The Queen watches her in the mirror, her expression thoughtful but proud. “You will be ready when the time comes,” she says calmly. Outside, the footsteps return. Closer this time. Heavier. Not hurried in joy, but driven by urgency. A murmur rises in the corridor. Low voices. Sharp whispers. Still, inside the chamber, no one pays attention. “Bring the jewels,” the Queen orders. A servant rushes forward with a small carved box, placing it carefully on the nearby table. The lid opens to reveal rows of glittering pieces, gold and gemstones catching the morning light.

“Everything here has a price. You got healed for free? Someone paid. You jumped ranks? Someone noticed. Queens don’t orbit random freshmen unless they see value—or a puzzle they want to solve. And puzzles get taken apart piece by piece.” Kai set his phone down. “He’s not wrong. But damn, man… #17? That’s not just notice. That’s spotlight. You’re in the top twenty now. People are gonna test you. Humans jealous, vamps curious. And the queens? They don’t do casual interest.” Jax leaned forward, smirking but eyes serious. “You really don’t believe in love, huh? Like at all?” Nico met his gaze. Flat. Honest.

There is no alternative. I shook my head and my discomfort pricked me. I cannot... somebody who puts his life in danger of mine? I... I don't even know them. I can't ask that of anyone." “You do not have a choice,” Rowan said. “It is not a question of asking; it is a matter of survival. You are queen now, Auri. You must act accordingly." I heaved a sigh and leaned against the bed in an attempt to wrap my head around it. "When will I meet this knight?"

The ceiling groaned. Through the smoke, a single figure emerged from the shadows unseen by both queens until now. A stranger, cloaked in black, eyes glinting like ice in the firelight. The stranger whispered softly, to no one in particular: “Two queens burn, and yet the ashes hide the one who decides the end.” The flames reflected in their eyes, promising a secret that neither mother nor daughter had anticipated. And in that moment, the war of fire, shadows, and vengeance became something far more dangerous: a game with an unknown player, and stakes that would consume the world.

“Mare, you are a gift from the gods. You are the chosen one, sent to save us from our sufferings. Use your gifts and your opportunities wisely.” “I am the king’s slave, how can I possibly save my people when I myself live in a golden prison?” One of his hands dropped from her face to her belly. “I have heard talks about dragon kings of the past and how they ruled 6 kingdoms. The blood of the dragon kings runs within your veins. Give birth to dragons, seize the throne, unite the 6 kingdoms, and rule. We will call you Dragon Queen sitting on a throne forged from steel by fire.” He sounded lost in his imagination and in his eyes, Mare could see her foolish dreams as a child. She on a horse albe

I couldn't trust the aged butler standing a few feet behind the Queen and I certainly didn't trust the large she-wolf guarding the entrance either, Carisss dipped into a small bow again and left without another word. So I stood there awkwardly, watching as the Queen sipped her tea. "I'm not going to bite you, come sit." Amusement danced in her eyes as they fell on me and I shuffled nervously before nodding, I slid into the white bench across from her, folding my shaky fingers on my lap. That was when I noticed the chessboard on the table, it wasn't like a normal board, rather it was built into the table. And a game had already begun,

Hey, if I could fall back asswards into approval, I'd take it. Soon, the rest of them added their hands to the pile. "We make sure the guys have to play by their own rules," Nik said. We all nodded. "Queens on three." "One," Tali said. "Two, you beautiful bitches," Willow counted. "Three," Nik said. We all tossed our hands in the air. I added my voice to the call. "QUEENS!"

“Before I tell you, you must know that whatever the outcome, one thing is for certain. I will go down in flames or die trying to save us. We need to take every risk necessary to reach our endgame.” “And what exactly is our end game here, Leo?” Since the moment I first saw her, I have concealed a dark secret behind the facade of trying to be her hero. The heart of the now-defiant Queen may belong to someone else... But the truth is, Zeynep Volkov belongs to me and I will reduce cities to soot and ash to claim what is rightfully mine. No matter what it takes. I'll make her mine. If I have to wait... Kill for her... Slay her dragons... I will.