Red Velvet Queendom Lyrics Novels & Stories

Only at this moment did I truly understand that a woman should pursue power above all else. The dinner began. Luke stood on the stage, delivering a passionate and hopeful speech before finally announcing loudly, "Now, let us all welcome the Queen of the Werewolves with the greatest respect!" "Your Majesty!" The crowd bowed in perfect unison, their voices echoing through the grand hall as they awaited my arrival. I wore an extravagant outfit. Its intricate embroidery and dazzling gemstones sparkled under the lights. On my head sat the unique crown of the Silverfang Pack. It was a symbol of power and honor.

The energy was so strong that it hummed against my skin, causing my hands to shake. Killian gripped my shoulders as he crouched next to me. "Nyla?" My irises were no longer brown as I looked at my image in his amber eyes. They had a red glow. My spine tingled as Valric's voice reverberated through the quiet. "The Crimson Queen is not yet ready to rule."

“As long as you’re by my side as queen… I’m ready for anything.” The End

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

She stood. Faced the open sky. And said: “Then let them see what it means to kneel.” The music of war had ended. The silence of power had begun. And over it all, one name remained. Amara Varela. Queen of Ash. Queen of Blood. Queen of Ruin.

Marek lingered near the throne a second longer before following after us silently. I adjusted Raven more carefully against my chest and turned toward the exit. Then the First Queen spoke again. “Dominic.” I stopped. Her voice sounded weaker now. When I looked back, blood was running freely from her mouth and the silver cracks beneath her skin had spread across nearly half her body. “I am sorry,” she said quietly. I frowned slightly. “For what?” Her eyes shifted toward Raven. “For what she inherited.” Then toward me. “And for what you did.” Before I could ask what the hell that meant, the throne behind her shattered completely.

And then Dominion smiled through her lips and spread her arms wide, her small voice ringing with godhood. “Bow, for I am your Queen. I am the child of two worlds, and both shall burn until only my reign remains.” The sky above shattered, and both suns, one of fire, one of shadow, rose in the same horizon.

"Please tell me you understand." I want to throw her on the bed and spend the next few weeks there. This is the Marinah I've searched for. A small glimpse shines every so often, but then she questions herself. There is no woman who could take her place as my mate. I would kill any man who tried to fill my shoes. The queen is back and even her voice is regal. "Do not dress us in pink!" She pinches my side. "If your queen decides on a color of the day, you will follow her direction or your head will leave your shoulders."

“If you want a queen, you have one.” Hearts hitched. Knees debated. “But here’s what a queen is here. I cook. I cut. I bury. I bleed. I don’t mint oaths I keep promises. I don’t own your throats or hold your knees. If I say kneel, say no. If I ask and you say yes, make it expensive.” Laughter wet, unbelieving, new. “If I fail, don’t write it in a book. Come to my door with bread or blades.

A queen reborn with no escape. And when I rise—I do not plead. I come with fire. I come to feed. Dumuzi’s name I call aloud, His mask of joy, I strip it proud. He shall not dance while I decay— I drag him down, he cannot stay. Let kings who cheat beware this song. For I am wrath, both fierce and long. Let lovers mourn what they betray— I’ll crown them gods, then burn their clay. I swayed my hips with magnetic grace, my arms lifted in perfect rhythm throughout the song, bending my body into pure seduction.