Red Queen Book Review Novels & Stories

"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.

Had I not turned rogue, we wouldn't have gone to that temple; had I been strong enough to fight off Madalynn and Behar, Rosalie wouldn't need to die. "I wish I could die for her… It should be me who should die in the first place…" I said as I looked toward Cerina. "In all of the history of the White Queen, there was never an exception?" Cerina's sad eyes moved to Rosalie, and she hesitated. "Wait," Georgia jumped up. "I remember in one of the books I read when I first got here, it mentioned one of the queens who reigned many years after her hair turned white…what happened to her?"

Something is off the plans? As I focused my hearing skills, the reason for the feeling entered my ears. "The Queen isn't wearing white. She's wearing red." "Red is a symbol of danger and destruction." "Has the King lost his mind trying to marry such a woman?" "You never know maybe she has put a spell on him." "Black magic? The Queen of Eleneas has participated in black magic? That's treason!" "Hey! Be quiet. Unless you want the Tryant to slash your neck apart."

She looks at it, “Maddon, what is that.” I chuckle, “the rantings of a simple teenage girl, who was bullied by her first crush, her ex-mate and her ex-Alpha,” I shrug, “it’s a lovely story really, she grows up to become Queen and lives a wonderful life, she’s a kind and fair Queen and all adore her in the Kingdom.” I watch a smile curl on her lips as she takes the book from me, she arches her brow, “I’m sure it has a happily ever after ending,” her eyes twinkle.

I am utterly in awe of the beautiful creature in front of me. “Our mate.” Rohan mutters dreamily. “Our queen.” I agree.

No surprise, he knows exactly where my packhouse is and even managed to slip by my warriors. “Don’t forget you are in my territory, Vampire. I could easily get you out of here.” “But you’re not doing it. Which means you love my company. So I’ll stay here for you and chat with you.” I sighed, loosening my grip now feeling my eyebrows are just going to get wrinkles talking to this insect. “I don’t have time to deal with you.” He really is like a pest. “Oh, I’ll be quiet. I'm just curious to see what an Alpha Queen does in her everyday routine. You know, for old times sake. ”

"Look at the page. Not the black ink. Look at my light." She leaned in. She squinted, her amber eyes searching. "I see... shapes? They look like they are moving." "They are the Ghost Script," I whispered. "Listen to me, Raven. We were wrong. All of us. Dominic with his books, with his rituals... we saw what we feared. We didn't see what was true." I explained it to her. I told her about Ondra and Kala. I told her that the First Queen was a woman of love, not a woman of blood.

Her longing for Queen Sarah was so deep. In annoyance, she brought the black mark on her hand closer. “Come on! Show up! Come on!” Queenie stomped the black mark on her hand desperately. But nothing happened. Queen Sarah’s shadows were just like a recording for one viewing. Queenie was sad. But she tried to toughen up and replay Everything she heard from Queen Sarah, her mother. A secret and a requirement to become the Queen of Bright River? What did her mother mean? Slowly, Queenie opened the red box in front of her. Inside the box, there was a book that was just a little thick. The book was the size of Queenie’s palm. She took the book and started opening the first sheet.

"Aria, I thought you were just being willful, but I didn't expect you to be so ignorant of your own limitations." "The Saranto family's influence in Europe is even more profound than the Castillo family's." He walked over to Isabella. "You think you're so great because the Vincent family is behind you? The Vincents are at best a second-rate family in New York. What can they do against the Saranto's?" He looked at me, his eyes filled with disappointment. "Now I finally understand why Victoria drafted that treaty," Marcus continued. "You're simply not fit to be the wife of the Castillo family. You lack vision, perspective, and true strength."

Jason demanded. “I’m not really sure,” Rob replied. “It was in small doses. He was only ordered to put vervain into her food. He slipped small doses of wolfsbane in hopes she would die. He told me the queen is not only too beautiful, but she has an odd energy about her. Everyone at the castle says it is because her mother was mutant. He is afraid Lord Pierre is in danger of being swept away by her beauty and falling under her wicked, mutant spell.” When I gasped at his words he added, “I don’t think it was a lot of wolfsbane because he wasn’t sure Lord Pierre would approve if he found out. He wanted her death to be slow so it wouldn’t point to him.”