Red Queen Fanfiction Novels & Stories

My violet eyes were glowing with a fierce, predatory light. Antonio thought he was seducing a pariah. Mia thought she was fighting a monster. They were both right. But they had no idea that the Queen was back. And she was going to take her throne back, one broken piece at a time. I pushed open the door to the study, ready to begin the slow, agonizing process of stripping Antonio Rossi of everything he owned. Starting with his soul.

My jaw tightened at the branding. A scoff left her mouth. “Anyways, I am Ruby—a virgin, the future Queen of the Dark Raven Kingdom, Riordan’s beloved and his future wife. And the reason he chose you is that he respects my wish of being abstinent until our wedding night. But you know a man has needs and that is why I allowed him to keep you so while you are here, you should learn to give me the deserved respect,” “Is that clear?” All the things I could do to her. All the things I would have done to her if she had opened her mouth and told me this nonsense if I were in my pack.

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

Maverick, who had been weak and healing several feet from the splintered tree, shouted, but she was far too gone. Duncan approached on four paws, a wolfish grin on his face as he mindlinked. “I told you, I always win. I am the true crimson Alpha, and you… The false queen has always been a counterfeit. Goodbye forever, False Queen.” He lunged, his large mouth going for her throat. Darkness enclosed Rhaella’s world.

But then, watching the same people over and over again gets boring overtime. Diving into the book, I reopen to one of my favorite parts of the lycan battles. It is the chapter where the lycan king was brought to his knees by the queen, and makes she him beg her for his life. He wasn’t expecting her, or that she would even do something like that. It is what makes me like it more. I feel like I relate to the queen well. She has always been undermined and underrated, then she wound her full potential and—

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.

Like sisters, maybe? “Pshaw,” the queen flicked a wrist and the sirens around her cringed back, “This is nothing. That infernal bird riled everyone up again. We had to do something.” “You mean the Lightning Bird, Astrapi?” said Ilyria. The queen’s eyes widened. “Delightful,” she said, walking toward Ilyria. Ilyria sensed Madame Skia’s panic but stood her ground. Up close the queen was disconcerting. Her flesh hung grey and loose but her eyes were sharp and of a quite beautiful mauve hue, edged in long dark lashes. “I smell it on her,” she said, sniffing Ilyria. She turned to Madame Skia. “Have she and the bird been … intimate yet?”

“I told you not to address me with your meaningless endearments. My name is Xendaya Araqiel, Prin-” “Agnarr the Ruthless’ Queen. Yes, I know.” “I will never be your queen,” I reply resentfully, trying to calm my emotions that are heightening. Our eyes meet and his eyes flicker before they change back to normal, and he grips my chin tightly. “You already are.” He says coldly. “And nothing you do can ever change that.” My eyes blaze as I pull free from his hold. The urge to pick up the knife that sits on the table to slice the meat and plunge it into his chest overcomes me.

Queen Elena was the same age as Kira, she was beautiful and graceful, a pure definition of a perfect Queen. Her expression was soft and always filled with warmth, Kira hoped that they will be able to get along in the future, she liked the Queen a lot. Kira was thinking too much that she didn't realize they had arrived in front of the Queen's Chambers. Sera knocked on the door and soon received a small reply to come in. The Queen's room was decorated in blood red, the curtains, bed sheets, carpets, and even furniture were of the same color, the blend of red was a bit chilling because it gave off a dark vibe. The Queen smiled at Kira when she walked in.

Raquel sighed and shook her head, "No, mother. I'm not alright. Liam has rejected me, and now a mere slave girl is taking my place as his queen." Her mother looked at her sympathetically, "I'm sorry, my dear. But you must not lose hope. There are other rich Alphas out there who would be more than happy to have you as their queen. In fact, I have someone in mind. His name is..." But Raquel interrupted her mother, "I don't want anyone else, mother. I want Liam. I've loved him since we were kids, and I won't let some slave girl take him away from me."