Quotes From Red Queen Novels & Stories

**“But I’m not your savior either.” --- The Mirror Queen steps from the fracture, her army of golden saplings at her back. **“You chose chaos,”** she says, static curling like a smile. **“Now let’s see what grows.”** The first sapling pierces Ravel’s chest, her blood feeding its roots. The hunger never ends. **It transcends.**

A short, crimson road stretched ahead of him now, he knew, and surely naught but death awaited him at its end. Yana, the Dragon Queen, sat amidst a tableau of glittering splendor. Sipping delicate amber wine from a hand-carved crystal goblet, her left hand played idly in a bowl of polished rubies. She let the gems drip from her fingers like drops of glittering blood and smiled, as if thinking some secret thought.

Memories flooded my mind, a newborn baby, a silver haired woman crying, a ritual circle glowing beneath a blood moon, a soul being divided, split, broken apart. The Queen's voice echoed through the vision. "When they could not claim me..." Pain flashed across her face. "I made a choice." The images shifted, darkness, magic, sacrifice, a child, me. The Queen closed her eyes. "I hid myself." Understanding crashed into me. No. No, that wasn't possible. The Queen opened her eyes. "You are not my descendant, Thea." The world stopped. The flowers, the trees, the moonlight, everything gone. Only her words remained. You are not my descendant.

she said, counting each word like a midwife counting breaths before a difficult birth. “All useful things become dangerous when placed in proper hands.” Rudina turned toward her with queenly rage, but the spirit flickered so badly that I reached out before she vanished. “Do not waste strength on her,” I whispered, though every part of me wanted my mother’s ghost to tear the woman apart. Rudina’s hand brushed mine, warm for one heartbeat, then almost transparent the next. “Your blood is forbidden because it still chooses,” she said, forcing the words through the throne’s pull.

"Sorry, my Queen I didn't mean to disr..'' She cut me off immediately. "Shut up. Don't speak unless you're spoken to. Listen to me and listen to me. The next time you interrupt me while I am talking to you or show any kind of disrespect towards me, you will regret the day you were born. Do you hear me? Heck, your whole generation will regret the day you became part of them." The authority in her voice shook me to the core. "Yes, ma'am," I answered immediately. "Good. Now where were we?" she kept quiet for a moment and I wondered if she was asking me the questions or if it was rhetorical.

" This conversation has quickly become awkward for me as I finally, realize how many women truly pant over Cesar and dream of being the diamond in his eye. I resort to saying nothing, just looking down to see my handiwork. The scarf is almost finished. Marudula stood up in front of me, " Don't say such things in front of Queen, Respect her as She is the chosen one. Stop thinking about what you haven't had instead think about what you have now and try to be happy for each other" A gust of cold wind blows in through the open the window next to us. We all shiver, resulting in Michelle jumping up and waddling over to shut it. "This winter wind is merciless," Arlena grumbles, rubbing her shoulder

she murmured, "Our reign will cast a shadow that stretches across realms. And I shall be the only queen to rule the supernatural realm.” As the grand hall seemed to absorb the weight of her words, the queen leaned back upon her throne, the obsidian emblem of her power. The malevolent beauty of the vampire kingdom thrived in secrecy, and as its machinations moved in the shadows, the destiny of many hung in the balance, unbeknownst to the realms beyond. The queen's crimson eyes locked onto Conner's, an intensity emanating from her gaze that seemed to penetrate his very thoughts. "Conner," she inquired with a tone that held both curiosity and command, "has Rancel fulfilled her part in our grand

The Queen said "no hunger, no more bills to pay no more fear of death they are just parts of me now" June shouted "you turned them into furniture this is not peace it is a graveyard". The Red Queen sat on her throne. Rested her chin on her hand. She looked bored. The Red Queen said "you have always been so loud June you were a doctor you know that sometimes you have to cut off an arm to save the body Earth was the arm my world is the body". June asked "then why do you need me". The Red Queen said "because you are the bridge, the joining of the two worlds is not permanent yet the golden sun is fighting back to kill it completely I need the code that is buried inside your bones".

- If they've slept like this for so long, there's no guarantee they're still alive. - But they are, I do not doubt that. The queen looks at the floor, picks up her embroidery, and starts embroidering. - Are you going to embroider after I told you this? - What could I tell you? You won't accept whatever I tell you. - Speaks woman. The queen sighs and places the embroidery on her lap. - End this senseless war. Accept that Romeo and my son are mates. Accept the grandson who will unite our species for eternity.

“She was wiser than all of you. She understood what love demands.” “No,” the First Queen’s voice whispered inside my mind instantly. The sudden contradiction made my head pound. The Original continued. “She knew death should never separate true mates.” The First Queen’s voice grew stronger. It lies. The creature laughed softly. I listened once too, the Queen whispered to me. Pain flooded through her words. Not physical pain. Regret. Centuries of it. The fortress shook violently again. A fourth lock shattered. Only two remained. Black smoke flooded the chamber now, thick and suffocating.