Red Queen Age Rating 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.

The Queen Mother shook her head, fondness warming her features as she regarded the young woman before her. “You remind me of your mother and Elizabeth when they were of your age,” the older queen murmured, her voice pitched for Elena alone “But far braver than they ever dared to be. May the gods keep your courage strong, child.” “Thank you, Your Majesty” Elena’s smile softened, and she dipped her head once more in respect. Then, catching a familiar ripple of deep laughter over her shoulder, she turned slightly and there he was.

Clarissa was trying to defend herself. “So do you. Do you think you already know the person that well by just talking to him once?” Laura scolded her daughter. “But… Mama, what if?” Clarissa tried to interrupt but her mother seemed to have made up her mind. “No more reasons, no more what ifs, Clarissa. My decision is final. I can’t let you work as a model or beauty queen until you have finished your studies. You have to understand me. I am your mother. As they say, mother knows best.” Laura responded to her daughter.

The older woman is showing her who has the power, and Yuelan, magnanimous, accords her the win. She stays on her knees, her expression devoid of any emotions as she waits to be told to get up. The Queen Mother sips her tea languidly, uncaring of the young woman kneeling before her. She can’t stand the young woman’s boldness, and worse of all, her beauty and youth make her jealous, not that she would ever admit it. Something has reached her ears that makes the young woman before her disgusting to her, and she wishes her son had listened to her when she told him not to marry the girl.

Brandon lowered his head, pressing his lips against the warm skin behind Robin’s ear, his voice loud enough to echo in the private box: "The necklace is fifty million, Robin. But the queen wearing it is priceless." Up on the balcony, framed by diamonds and draped in emerald fire, Robin rested her hand over Brandon’s forearm, looking down at the ruined, terrified faces of Dane and Nicole below with a chilling, victorious smile.

"What the hell?! Are you saying that she's turning to your kind? If she do, then why her skin haven't grow furs already?" "I don't know," I hissed, chaining up my mate in those thick metals. "Our first shift starts at the age of twelve to fifteen, supposedly. But this is different.... I think———I think the witch put a curse on her, or something." Gwen gritted her teeth. "If that's true, then we have to find some way to dispel it," she said, glancing over her shoulder before she turned back to me. "Look, I'll sorry about your Dad. It was too——"

I'll be eighteen in less than a month, but I looked much older, especially tonight all dolled up. My tall lean body was tan with smooth skin, my silky hair a chestnut brown and my eyes, my best feature, are a perfect storm of blues with hint of lavender. Not a color common among humans, and that is because I'm a werewolf. I was born an alpha female and future Queen. It was in my genes to be beautiful, but it wasn't guaranteed I would be treated like royalty. Tonight, I needed an escape. I had put on a skimpy black dress with real diamonds swirled in the front and planned to drag my best friend from our cruel reality for a few hours.

“I haven’t seen anything or anyone kids, now you 7 need to leave because you aren’t allowed back here." “-The Masked Queen is a brand built by the Slim-Jim agency and from my sources, the image alone costs twenty million dollars, and with L.K being the representative it’s ten million dollars on the twenty million. That’s a lot of money to lose people!” Her loud exclamation can be heard through the speakers so I cover it in panic. “Hearing that you were able to get rights over your brand makes me curious how you did it, Slim-Jim isn’t an agency that would like to lose that much money without putting up a damn hard fight. The world is curious L.K, how the hell did you do it?”

Alpha Zach continues to look forward “That is your decision and yours alone my Queen” I frown “Why do you call me that, why do say I am your Queen?” “Kayden, stop the car” The driver pulls over immediately and Alpha Zach turns to face me, his dark eyes tracing over my face “Because you are the Lycan Queen” “No, I am not, I am just an eighteen year old with this stupid power” I summon a small ball of mist and juggle it, but this power was how I had killed my father “My Queen, that is exactly why you are Queen”

"I... I told him we wouldn't tolerate their delays, Aunt Helena. Why? What is it?" Helena slammed her gold pen onto the mahogany table. "Monroe Global has officially issued a permanent blacklisting against Knight Real Estate and all affiliated subsidiaries. The notice has been logged into the global commercial registry. We are barred from licensing their AI routing infrastructure, effective immediately. They cited an attempted corporate extortion by a representative of the West Media Group." The silence that followed was absolute, heavy enough to crush. Camila gasped, her face flushing a deep, embarrassed crimson as she stared at the screen. "That’s... that’s impossible. They can’t do that!