Red Queen Novel By Victoria Aveyard Novels & Stories

The fog itself seemed to shiver, pulling tighter, until the figures were so near Mia could see the glint of eyes—silver, countless, unblinking. The pendant pulsed again. Slow, rhythmic. A heartbeat that wasn’t hers. “They’re here,” Mia whispered. Her voice broke like glass. “The ones who rewrote it.” The eyes blinked all at once. Then a ripple of sound, like parchment tearing, cracked the air. The mist split open, revealing not the clearing, but a throne towering in the distance, veiled in shadows. On it sat a figure crowned in violet flame. The Queen. *“For me,”* her voice thundered—not loud, but absolute.

, she muttered under her breath as she sat at her study table. Aella pulled out a thick book from her backpack. The book’s title was ‘Myths and tales of vampires.’. Aella put a straw through her juice box and took a sip. Aella put on her headphones and opened a page of the book that had a bookmark there. Aella used her finger to trace where she last stopped reading. “Royal Queen Mary’s blood and her descendant?”, Aella muttered under her breath. Aella read further and saw Queen Mary’s picture taking up the whole page.

“I don’t care if she’s there. I’m not missing an opportunity to speak with Her Majesty. That woman means nothing to me.” Ariel gave me a cold look that suggested she didn’t believe me. “I still think you should take someone. The lovelier, the better.” London was the definition of lovely. Those beautiful green eyes would light up the room instantly. In a satin gown handmade by a designer, she would look ravishing. Everyone would see her on my arm and wonder where I found her. She looked like a queen, and she would make me look like a king. “I’ll take London. I’m sure she’ll be fine.”

I shook my head as I pulled my phone out and watched her and Heth come into the house and make some lunch. She had developed into a beautiful woman. Her long black hair hung down to her perfect ass. She had put some red highlights in it and I loved it. She stood at five eight but she was the perfect height for me. Her eyes though they really caught your attention. They were like the perfect shade of blue I have ever seen. When I stared into them I have to pull myself back or I would be lost in them. I closed the app on my phone and put it back in my pocket. Heth truly was the only person I did trust with her. He knew my dirty little fantasy's about making her mine. I knew he would protect he

A way to spend time whenever she had nothing better to do. The people in the Vault knew her as Red: the fighter who was reigned the champion. Fighters also knew of her identity as the assassin, both her aliases for the fighting ring and as an assassin were, after all, the same. When Bella heard of a new champion being crown while she was away, she couldn't help but see who it was, also feeling the need to know why they named someone the new best without having to fight the former. The brunette walked towards one of the people who managed the fights, pulling her hood down before catching his attention.

"Very well?" "Are you asking me or answering me?" "I'll sit." "That's what I expected to hear." "HMP. Arrogant much?" "When you'll rule your own kingdom you shall take note of the fact that you can do whatever the Hell you wish." "Aha. No, thank you. Bring a ruler isn't in my plans. Even though it does sound tempting and maybe fun, it's also plain boring, and let's not forget about the paperwork and having to know everyone-even though I can pretty much remember anyone and everyone, even if I've seen that person once, there is also the fact that you have to take care of everyone and deal with their problems. Soo... I think I'm good. I mean I already am the Crown Princess of the Dead Domain an

The fabric hugged my body like it had been made for this moment. “Done Ma’am,” she said softly. Her words settled between us. I stared back at the reflection before me, my fingers traced my jaw down to my chin. “Ava Johnson is gone truly,” I whispered, “now… I'm back as Ava Thorne.” “The Thorne heiress.” My hands steadied at the handle. For a second…I didn't move. Then I pushed the door open. Immediately I stepped into the room, voices thinned. Movements slowed, but I didn't. The corners of my lips lifted before I could stop it.

"Signing that contract for you was me doing you a favor. What, you were the one who didn't want it, and now you're changing your mind and want to be my bride again?" I frowned. The heir to the Castillo family was this dim. I'll have to tell Grandpa when I get back to do less business with them. Victoria, hearing this, gave a smug smile and turned to Marcus, saying respectfully, "The wedding still needs to happen. Since Miss Aria doesn't want this position, why not give it to someone else?" The next second, the lounge door opened. A young woman in a champagne-colored dress walked in. She was beautiful, no doubt. Blonde hair, blue eyes, her features as perfect as a doll's.

"Impossible. You're imagining things. This is an exclusive club for Alphas that operates on a strict membership system. She's an Omega. How would she ever get in here?" He narrowed his eyes at the butler escorting the woman. "And that's a personal attendant. Whoever she is, she's someone important. Selene? She wishes." Christina relaxed a little, the logic soothing her doubts. She looked again, her gaze lingering on the clean lines and luxurious texture of Selene's outfit. That alone was enough to make her dismiss the idea entirely. Her tone turned sweet, but it carried a barely noticeable edge of envy and disdain. "You're right. And that outfit is from the newest luxury release, which is in

"Merek, look at me." She stepped closer. The obsidian necklace she wore pulsed with a soft, protective light. "The world is different now. I am not Elena, and I am not Isadora. I am the Hybrid Queen. I have the fire, the ice, and the four strongest men in the world at my side." "The fire is what scares me, Raven," I said. "Then let me show you a different kind of fire," she whispered. She reached out and put both of her hands on my face. To anyone else, I would have felt like cold air. But to her, I felt solid. I felt the warmth of her life flowing into my spirit, giving me a weight I hadn't felt in a century.