Red Queen Novel Novels & Stories

Yellow waddled toward the door, muttering, “Newlyweds. Disgusting. Horny. Always glowing. I should’ve stayed in the enchanted carrot field.” He slammed the door behind him. I turned to Edric, sighing into my pillow. “Do all Queen Lunas have to deal with this?” He chuckled, pulling me back into his arms. “No. Just the legendary ones.” ***** Wrapped in my new velvet robe (courtesy of Clarence’s “Lounge Like a Queen” collection), I finally emerged from the King’s chamber looking like a half-asleep goddess with a tangled crown of hair and very little dignity left after last night’s earthquake-level honeymoon.

Queen Sabrina said, looking at my face. “If this is my land, then I should have a right to state my wish and get it fulfilled whether I want to stay here or not. When that is not possible, then how can I be part of this land, Queen Sabrina?” I questioned and Colton gulped hearing my words. But to both of our utter shock both King and Queen chuckled before climbing down from the thrones and walked near us. “Now I will believe your words that she is the one who executed that Ramsey.” Queen said smiling at me and the King.

he reveals, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. My reaction is immediate, a silent acknowledgment of the unexpected twist in the night. Penelope, the revelation hangs in the air, and a surge of anticipation electrifies the atmosphere. The royal balls, as I affectionately call them, tighten in a blend of surprise and delight. Penelope, a hot mamasita, makes her presence felt in the grandeur of the elite club, an unexpected turn in the tapestry of the night's possibilities.

I know you want to personally take her down," Iris exclaimed through the mind link. Suddenly, I heard Ingrid's voice echoed all over the air. Soon, the winds changed its course and the thunder boomed up into the sky. Her powerful chants literally changed the weather, causing the rain to fall. She wanted to control the fire in the woods as soon as possible as it would expose us to the human, I believe. It truly served its purpose as it would also cut those explosive effectiveness. I advanced forward, my friends preventing the other hybrids from attacking me. My mind was only filled with avenging Jace, Dimitri and Vance. Glaring at the white maiden through my amethyst orbs, I beheld her sight

The King – a claiming – He has marked me, then – has marked me as the one to be his next bride - “Yes,” he murmurs, apparently enjoying my shock, perhaps taking it as awe, his hand continuing its slow travel up my thigh. “I remember you, Everleigh de Silva. But you didn’t smell to me then,” his hand is dangerously close now, his fingers brushing against the lacy edges of my undergarments, “as deliciously as you do now.” My whole body begins to shake then at the thought of it – at the fact that he’s marked me, incontrovertibly, as his bride – his next Luna, his next Queen –

He reached for it, almost afraid it would vanish if he hesitated. It clicked open with a soft pop, revealing two rings nestled like twin secrets against deep indigo silk. One was unmistakably the legendary engagement ring of Queen Zenobia a perfect oval red diamond formed from the blood of the first dragon, embraced by twin dragons wrought in platinum, their tails intertwining to form the band. The other, simpler yet equally striking, was Prince Richard’s, a signet of the same red diamond encircled by the intertwined royal crests of Alynthia and Asterin.

She wants to be near the Queen always, to touch her, to claim her as hers, but she can’t. She is just but a mere doll, and the Queen belongs to the King, whom she is certain would have her head on a chopping block should he learn how she feels about his Queen, and what they have done. Yuelan hides a smile at the blonde cuteness. The red stain on her cheeks makes her very alluring. Unable to help herself, she reaches out to push back the strand of hair blocking the girl’s view. Which she gently tucks behind her ear.

She was unable to suppress the quiet whine that worked its way out of her throat, cracking through the flimsy apprehension that they were both immersed in. Another big hand slipped down her stomach, a warm palm flattening which made the Queen shiver. Lukas parted her lips with his tongue, licking into her mouth carefully and languidly. She mewled, lifting her hands and curling them around his neck, trying to pull him even closer. Lukas was warm and firm against her, overwhelming in every way possible.

"Who said this would be easy? The queen was clearly pleased with him yesterday, and today he's dead. He didn't even last twenty-four hours. She's so brutal—how are we supposed to win her over?" "It's impossible. We'll never make it back home. We might as well wait here to die!" Only I remained as calm as before, replaying everything that had happened the day before. The company had organized an overseas trip. Then the plane crashed. When we opened our eyes again, we had all transmigrated into a novel as challengers. Our target was the story's female lead—the Queen Rara McKayla. She ruled the world, peerlessly beautiful, yet notoriously mercurial. History recorded countless examples of her cr

This was where they kept the twins. Finally, I stopped in front of the gathering and was pushed to my knees. “You have to give me a second chance!” I begged after retelling the story to them. “You fool! Don’t you know that you can’t kill a Valenor with fire? They have to be beheaded!” “What?” I recoiled in disgust. “I’m not doing that.” “Then you will have to watch and learn,” Karth grunted. A pause. A weight in the air. “Since you failed to kill the princess, the coup will happen on the night of the coronation. Get ready to become the next king of Aetherion.”