Red Queen Novel Novels & Stories

"I almost wish things were different. That we were meeting under other circumstances. You would have liked me, before Dante destroyed everything." He poured himself another whiskey, raising it in a mock toast. "To Arabelle Moretti-Valerio. The Queen who doesn't know she's playing the wrong side of the board." He drank. "But you will soon enough. And when you do, this whole game changes." Outside his window, the city lights twinkled innocently. Somewhere in that city, Arabelle was probably celebrating her victory. Probably in Dante's arms, feeling safe and loved and powerful. Enjoying the calm before the storm.

A short, crimson road stretched ahead of him now, he knew, and surely naught but death awaited him at its end. Yana, the Dragon Queen, sat amidst a tableau of glittering splendor. Sipping delicate amber wine from a hand-carved crystal goblet, her left hand played idly in a bowl of polished rubies. She let the gems drip from her fingers like drops of glittering blood and smiled, as if thinking some secret thought.

Red, the final book in the color series. Following the events of Book 1, Green had completely changed into a different person. She was no longer a vampire but a being who had the blood of Werewolves, Vampires, Witches and Dragons. The powers she had obtained coupled with the loss of her mate and the anxieties of being a mother to destined twins was enough to make her twisted. On one hand, she dearly craved revenge for her mate and on the other, she wanted to be a good mother.

Viola. Graceful. Calm. The Queen Mother beside her. Strong. Unshaken. And then Him. Idra. Standing near the center. His gaze lifts. And locks onto mine. The room fades. Just for a moment. Then A voice rises above the noise. Smooth. Unfamiliar. And far too interested. “So,” the man says, stepping forward, his eyes fixed on me. “This is the new queen.” My breath catches. Because there is something in his gaze Something dark Something dangerous That tells me This night Is not going to end well.

Sarah’s limbs felt stiff as she was led to a soft, red velvet armchair and sat down. The square table in front of her was also draped in understated, luxurious red velvet, creating a striking visual contrast with the table’s jade-like luster—a sight of breathtaking beauty. Exquisitely prepared dishes, arranged on silver platters, lay on the table, looking so tempting they made one’s mouth water. Moreover, the most eye-catching sight was a bottle of Lafite held by Adrian. He opened it and poured the deep red wine into a stemmed glass set before her.

She was staring at me. “Nothing…” I lied. Her chest sank back. “As I was saying… Red Dragon has had women over the years. Mistresses. None of them got what he needed.” She paused. Her fingers curled into the fabric of her skirt. “I tried too, once. Long before you came here.” I didn’t speak. I just watched her. The way her throat moved when she swallowed. The way her eyes stayed fixed on some point past my shoulder, as if looking at me would cost too much.

“This is the future that will come to pass if you refuse.” Catherine’s eyes widened as a blade pierced Silas’s chest, and she shot out of bed, her eyes looking around the strange room. It was heavily decorated with golds and reds, reminding her of her new royal status. A hand covered her heart, and she gasped for air, her skin feeling slimy from sweat. She felt tricked, but still sat there with the images of her husbands dying in her head. Her husbands. She was the Tatiana, the Queen of Queens. Catherine. Her jaw clenched with determination, but she startled when the door opened and her three husbands stood there with beautiful flowers in their hands.

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.

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."

He pushes the ladders and climbs to the top shelf. - "Ancient Magics", "Curses", "Witches", "The Origin Of Subnatural Species", "The List Of Powers Of Werewolves", "Professes For The Future", "Professes Of The Past", "Professes and The Kings". Bingo! - he shouted, almost falling down the stairs. Blake comes down and brings the 3 books on professes with him, but immediately opens the one called “Professies and The Kings”, On the first page of the book, there was a photograph of a woman, and underneath it, it said: “Aurora Redwood, the rogue who became the first queen. 1452-1591”