Rebel Queen Novels & Stories

My lungs were screaming. “Listen, if you’re going to be my mate, you’re going to have to talk to me. Unless you’re mute. A mute queen would pose an interesting challenge.” I’m not mute, I’m dying! “Honestly, this is ridiculous. How about your name? I’ll start. I’m Trick, Vampire King. And you are? Listen, I need to know what to call my queen.” Queen? It was the last word I heard before I lost consciousness.

For your sins. “You humiliated me– Celine. Time and Time again, and she was foolish enough to keep going back, to keep groveling at your feet.” I sneered. “She disgust me as I speak to you but you see me, I, Astra. There is no Celine anymore, she is dead. Dead and long forgotten. I am Astra the queen of packs and you will pay for the humiliation you enacted on your ex-mate and this is just the beginning.” And with that, I turned, my soldiers dragging Trent away– defeated, humiliated, and cast into exile.

"You are my good fucking girl." "I… I don't understand," she whispered, frowning, trying to figure out what was happening. Was she about to be raped? Coerced into sex? Or kicked out of the penthouse for being a good girl? He chuckled and pulled her further into his chest, embracing her lightly, running his hands down her back soothingly. She lay stiffly against his chest and listened to the beat of his heart against her ear and the rumble of his voice as he talked. "Your loyalty is stunning, cari?o. You give it to a man that doesn't deserve it because you must. Because you promised and you know no other way. Now I am going to crush that man and turn your loyalty to me. You will become my que

Her hair is a mess, cheeks flushed, eyes bright with unshed tears, fury, and—Moon help me—defiance. “Are you alright?” I ask, my hands everywhere, checking her, grounding myself, needing to feel her breathe. She blinks up at me, then huffs. “I told him not to touch me. Men never listen.” I almost laugh. Almost. A soft, broken whisper cuts through the chaos. Quiet. Devastated. “Ravelle…” Every muscle in my body locks. The Queen is standing. Her eyes—those same eyes—are filled with tears. Every head turns to her.

Spurs chimed once as she stood. She caught her reflection in the full-length mirror—eyes burning gold in the low light, fangs half-extended from frustration, lips still faintly swollen from yesterday’s memory. She looked like trouble. Good. Because trouble was exactly what she felt like. She grabbed her phone again. Opened the encrypted group chat—the one with the other three queens. **E: I’m done waiting.** She hit send before she could second-guess it. Then she typed again—faster. **E: He wants rebellion? Fine. Rebel is my middle name. If he thinks the only way to prove this is real is to burn the system down with him, then that’s what we do.**

Queen shook her head, "I already told you, I just wanted to help. Christopher Stallion kidnapped my parents, and I've been searching for them desperately. I've not been able to find them, and from the video I showed you, I and my partner went into that house and saw so many children. I saw Stallion killing one of the little girls. Initially, I didn't understand why, but I later found out that he killed the children who were not healthy enough." Balling her fists, she continued, "Stallion is a monster who's trafficking children. I couldn't bear to leave the children there, so I took them out. That's why I brought your daughter to you. I have no request in return. I'd only advise that you watc

She just killed someone who she grew up with as a friend and brother yet I understand why she did it. Rebel didn’t speak, she stood there, staring down at the man who had caused her so much pain, her hand still clutching the gun as Daniel immediately gets to her with Klaus and others as they quickly move his body and take the gun away from her. Tears welled in my eyes, my throat tightening; she killed the murderer of my husband, she's the next Queen and she'd do a damn good job. After what felt like an eternity, Rebel finally turned to me, her face emotionless.

I heard the familiar voice of Gonzalo ring from behind me. Natasha jumps on my body, clutching her hands to my chest, as I try to shield her face from meeting his own. “Am I missing something here, Raul? If not, why is the first daughter of the house of Miklaus in the company of the rebel leader?” The bass of his voice rose as his eyes glowed angrily at us. The clouds crackled lightly, and soon the sky started to tear up.

"Can you imagine! The surprise in the narrative was so incredible, and the way in which you removed the plot armor from the woman who believed she was the female protagonist was just so good!! It's not that Esme didn't appreciate the book; it's just that once Emma started talking about it, she couldn't stop, and all Esme could do was listen to someone else go on and on about it. When do you plan on releasing the new season two content for the other book? You know, the one called Reborn Queen?" "Reborn Queen?." Esme inquired with astonishment. If Emma is thinking that she has authored a book with the title "Reborn Queen," she must be mistaken. "Are you trying to tell me that you have complete

All day matty has been torturing me even hook me up to an iv with the wolfsbane and ravine mixture he likes to call the hybrid mix because he can't think of anything better I guess. Matty has been torturing me every hour to keep me from healing. My body was covered in bruises, cut and burns, I was wearing nothing but a black bloody sports bra and black bootie shorts with a black collar that has heathen wrote on it. True to his word the king was doing anything and everything to insure that everyone saw a weak defeated rebel. Little did the stupid king know that I still had alot of fight left and I'm as stubborn as hell.