Quotes From Red Queen Novels & Stories

“Olina took the plane and left. I just got word from the pilot before he shut off mind link and took flight.” “But she said she smelled her mate, she said he was here.” the Queen said animatedly and this one sentence made my heart soar. She had sensed me. Of course she had, she was a royal. Even if I was mated to another, she would be able to sense me. Oh no.

“I’m a Ravenfield, the rightful Alpha of that pack, of my home. I will lead them and care for them just like my father taught me. I will also be Queen because I have a partner who’s willing to help me, who’s comfortable and happy with me being my own person. I will do both because both are my birthrights, and no one will tell me otherwise.” “Well said, my dear.” Callan praised as he grinned at me and smirked at his mate with a teasing glint in his eyes. “Such fire. Don’t cower in the icy stare of a woman who delights in making people feel small or inferior, because you are anything but. She is most assuredly a good match for our Cadmus.” I blushed deeply and hid my face as a few of the other

“And what does that have to do with us?” Sheetal’s gaze shifted — old and heavy. “Because love never dies when it is bound by truth. The Red Queen mourned him for a thousand years. Her grief burned the sky. And from that grief, she created me.” Ashlyn flinched slightly, her hand gripping the counter, voice overlapping with the Honshu’s. “You?”

You did the right thing for us. She just silently nodded in response even though her mind was so loud, weighing down her squabbling emotions. I couldn't blame her though. She didn't want to kill anyone but it couldn't be helped. She was just trying to survive. To distract her from it, I spoke again, "Sage, you've mentioned that the Queen also appeared in your dreams, right? I finally know the reason why she talked to you." She looked taken aback by my statement but I was glad that I dragged her away from her toxic thoughts. "Oh, don't tell me she speaks cryptic shit again."

"How dare you Juilliard, what makes you think you're special? You think because you have a lot of connections you know more about the world than me? Is that it?" " No Richard , that's not what I mean. You're my elder brother, naturally you know more about the world than me." " Then why are you questioning my authority?" " I'm not , I'm just saying it isn't right for you to slaughter so many people just because they are of a different species." " Do you have any idea what you're saying right now, Juilliard? Should we let those carnivorous animals live just because they've got blood running in them? Right!?"

Her vision went white, then red, then deeper—into something ancient. The fire took her, not as a weapon… but as a memory waking from slumber. She didn’t scream. She couldn’t. The flame had no lungs. Only **will**. --- She stood in an endless field of ash. No sky. No wind. Only embers floating upward like stars. A voice echoed in the dark. > “Do you remember us?” She turned. Nothing was there. And yet— She saw them. **Every queen who had come before.** Wreathed in flame, faceless and vast. One of them wore her mother’s silhouette. Another, her grandmother’s crown.

I roared. As if that was all I needed to break away from the memory or whatever it was, I gasped as I emerged from the blood pool. The world suddenly felt so different and I began to believe that I could reach out and touch the stars in the sky. Red, along with the rest of the people in the cave instantly bowed to me. "Long live the Queen, Mother of Witches and Hybrids alike," Red announced. A small smirk took over my lips as a mischievous idea began to form in my head. "Bring me my mate. . .”

“As long as you’re by my side as queen… I’m ready for anything.” The End

Barely. Then Elder Corin, the only one among them who had once spoken kindly to Raven, raised his voice. “And if she’s right? If there’s rot beneath our feet?” “We cleanse it,” Raven said simply. Silence. Then Marrok scoffed. “So you would burn tradition in the name of truth. A Queen of ashes, then?” “No,” Raven replied. “I’m not the Queen of ashes.” She stepped forward, letting just a flicker of the Nightfire halo her hands.

It wasn't like the speech of others who claimed that they would love to use their money in traveling out, opening a modeling school, using the money to start a life, and all the rubbish bullshit. My woman speech was educative. Her speech was different and just for once I believe in a quote made by an individual. She was right when she said that not all soldiers need a sword to fight. Besides, I didn't use a sword in order for me to fight for her love, and she was also correct when she said that not all queens need a crown. To me... Cornelia is my queen, and I don't need a crown on her head to know that she's mine. My one and only queen, and even my Mom can't drag that position from her.