Red Queen Novel Novels & Stories

Hello, a quick reminder of the disclaimer this chapter contains sensitive themes like dubious consent towards the end; the sections beginning and the end is marked by '++' ** Red. The letter peeking from one of the men’s jackets was red, the queen’s colour. I squeezed deeper into the cave’s darkness, hoping the three wolves would not see me. This is the third time the queen has sent assassins after mother and the third time I have managed to diverge their attention. Yet how much longer must I live this way?

He was not even conscious. This woman was threatening my right hand. I was mad for what she did to him. “What might that be?” asked one of the council. “That, my dear elder is that in exchange for the throne, I’m willing to give something, a treasure I hold and that all vampires wished to own, and it’s not the amulet,” Rose said, smirking. “And what might the Queen of Rogues hold that we royal vampires would desire?” an elder said arrogantly. “The Holy Red Cross,” Rose said.

She died in her throne chair, with her bloody crown on her head, they made her body the spectacle of the kingdom reminding the power not only The Royal Blood can have. Yubin was sure that this is that novel. The title of the book was 'Lost Queen' a tragic romance story, written by: Olavier Belet an English/Japanese author... The novel he wrote was about 20 years ago, it was a novel it never got the ideal reads since it can't be read below 18-year-old, this book has too many fetish scenes and blood that might cause a child to dream a nightmare... So it was privately banned, so few people we're able to get this book before it gets banned.

The room was quiet. Too quiet. The kind that made one's mind chase its own tail. I had been reading for hours, eyes dragging over the same page thrice before it stuck. Isla had lent me the book earlier that evening, some romantic fiction she swore would "help me sleep." But sleep was the last thing I wanted. I wanted to stay awake. If my hunch was right, the Queen would come tonight. She always came after an uproar—whenever I stirred the nest too much. She had her ways of appearing uninvited, wrapped in light and secrets.

I will make sure I manipulate those bitches , they will all know who is the rightful owner of being the ruler " she smirked as she roamed around the big library, I will be just like the respectable former queen angela and hee husband , respected by all the lands of the minor rulers. She took out a book without even looking at it , it was now on her arms when she started to open it the title read " your doom" but Ariel smirked .. but after she started reading the first few chapters , she got bored and she wanted to close the book but the book opened itself up to a certain page " the subtitle read you are just a puppet "

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?"

"Well since you know how dangerous I can be, let me introduce myself. I am the Dragon Queen. This is my palace. Thorne is my mate. You are nothing. A bitch from the past who has overstayed her welcome. If you ever cross my path again, if you ever speak to me again, you will get more than a burned neck. Do you understand?" I released her. She stumbled back, clutching her red, blistered neck, her face pale with terror. She couldn't even speak. She just turned and ran down the hallway. I closed the door, my heart pounding, but my hand was steady. Later that night, I stood by my window. The air was cool on my skin. She deserved it, Veylara said, her voice satisfied. She challenged us, Seris agre

"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.

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.

I said nodding towards a sleeping Alida and Ray lifted an eyebrow at me. “Just by judging this note, it is a female obviously as you said, but it’s got to be someone who’s close to the King in order for her to think that the crown belongs to her. Evidently she’s believed for who knows how many years, that she was next in line to be Queen, but by what means of becoming Queen is unknown.” Ray blabbered on while staring at the note again. “What do you mean by “means” exactly?” I asked.