Quotes From Red Queen Novels & Stories

“By the time you reach her…” ”…your queen will already be gone.” — End of Chapter 25 —

“Tell me.” He mutters, “She only serves our customers their drinks. She never entertains customers in private. So, sir, you can’t see her.” Oh. She works as a server here. I believe she is provoke by the men she killed. “Our queen is strong,” Red declares. “I’m very proud of her. I can’t wait to wrap my arms around her.” “Okay. Davis, I understand,” I sigh. “Will you summon her to serve me? My usual favorite wine.”

she said, her voice filled with nothing but freezing serious. “Not just...and image?” Looking around, the image suddenly makes sense. It came to mind the bit of scene that I come so far, and they are'nt just a scene that remind me of the reality. “They are...the reality,” I said, my heart boom to no end. “They are fragments, Altara,” the Queen said, “and a fragment will take one to curse place..however they trying to avoid it.” It as if a trigger, her words livened the scene of me horrored to the sight of a giant mirror, one that suddenly turn into a fragment that broke into pieces and fell with the speed that will wreck anyone into a gore of blood and flesh.

she laughed, trying to act like she wasn’t fazed. I smiled at her with acknowledgement. “I’m all for women's empowerment, so you’re welcome.” She stepped closer and raised her glass. My eyes went to her glass of red wine; the way she held it and tilted it was suspicious. My instinct has never been wrong. Yolanda was up to something. “Let’s toast, Miss Sterling. For womanhood.” She extended her hand for a toast, and I noticed how her fingers lightened their grip on the glass flute.

Queen said to Red, "He smile bright before kissing you." Red blushed. "He smiling, very rare." She turned the boiling hot contents of the pot with a ladle, "He look very happy." Red had nothing to say as she was lost for words. Queen put off the gas cooker before fetching a dish and putting Red's food on it. She placed it in front of her carefully before moving to get a glass of water. "What is this called?" Red looked at the dish rubbing her hands together ready to relish the appetizing looking food.

Elleanna smiled wide at her “Yes..would you like to come back to the castle with me?” She asked. Red nodded as Elleanna stripped to her undies only. “Ooh…you were serious about the whole back and everything huh?” Red asked as Elleanna laid down. “Why would you think I was joking?” She asked as she tilted her head to the side and rested it on the pillow. “I dunno…because you are the queen?” Red asked softly as she prepped her equipment. “Yes,…and as the queen..I want people to see beauty over my scars….”

My heart sank. But she didn’t appear concerned at all - quite the opposite, in fact. Instead, she repeated her call a second time, and then a third. “Alpha! Alpha! My Alpha!” I felt myself blush as I realized what she was doing. The call was quickly taken up by others, and pretty soon, the entire clearing was full of packmembers chanting my name, sounding full of pride. “Alpha!” “Rayla!!” “Queen of the Pack!!”

"But she does." Charlotte staggered on her heels. Her eyes widened while lips twisted in disgust. "It's her, isn't she?! She's the Rogue Queen that everyone's talking about!" Red looked at me with a "do something" demand in her eyes. She probably wanted to stay out of any kind of conflict, but I was about to drag her into the middle of the fucking storm. "Yes," I confirmed, "She is the Red Queen." I still held my hand on her waist even if she tried to free herself. Finally, she gave up on that and confidently gazed at Charlotte.

“Mother, goo—” The slap came like a blur, sharp, heavy and blazing. Valia hit the marble hard, her cheek searing under her mother's scalding palm. “Do you know what they say?" Segrenry whispered, kneeling beside her, voice low as smoldering embers, “That I, the great Red Queen, birthed a creature of shame. They speak that my line rots from within.” Her hand seized Valia’s chin, nails biting into skin and forcing her head up until their eyes met.

Another began to sob, the sound eerily childlike in the vast ruin. Maxim’s eyes burned gold. “The war is over,” he said, voice carrying the weight of alpha command. “Ruby is gone. Stay, and you face judgment. Run, and you face the wild. Choose.” No one moved. Then, slowly, the tallest loyalist lowered his head. “The Queen burned,” he whispered. “We only wanted her story to outlast the silence.” Zara met his haunted eyes. “Stories live,” she said softly. “But they don’t need blood to breathe.”