Savage Queen Novels & Stories

“Yeah, me too! I want something wild. Something completely out of character. Sex in public, maybe? I've been a good girl for too long. Oh, how I want my Alpha crush would appear out of nowhere and have his way with me.” “Alpha crush?” I asked hastily, knowing they'd have to face me shortly. How the hell was I supposed to know what I wanted when I haven't even experienced sex itself? “Alpha Leon. Have you guys heard of him?” Layla nodded. “The pure-blood? I heard he is dangerous. People get scared shitless just from the mention of his name. They call him Savage Alpha, the bringer of death because that's what he does. He kills.” I leaned in closer, my curiosity in the story unexpectedly piqued

“My face is ugly! It’s ugly! it’s ugly! It’s ugly! Everything is over! Leave me alone! I want to die! I want to die!” “Don’t say that sweetie” Her mother cried, trying to get her to calm down but Sakura was unwilling. She screamed louder and louder, dragging the sheets with her mother. “I’m ugly mum! I’m ugly! What is there to live for now? I just want to die! I want to die! Kill me now mother! Just kill me! Put me out of this misery!” She pushed her mum away and started tearing the sheets to pour out her anger. She threw down the pillows and pushed the table beside her, making all the objects crash to the floor.

She dove like lightning from above, cutting Raven free. And Raven…gods, even weak and broken…was already reaching for her blade. A small, savage smile pulled at my lips. That was my mate. That was our Queen. I turned back to the enemy in front of me, gripping my sword tighter. No more distractions. No more mercy. Raven cleared a bloody path between herself and the Queen, eyes locked on Morgan with lethal intent. There was no hesitation in her steps…only vengeance. She was going for the kill.

Every step sends ripples that become memories: - Her standing on this very ziggurat, refusing to kneel to the Sky Court. - Her ordering the storm-priests to fight instead of flee. - Her watching the sky rip open and the sea fall in. - Her screaming as the water took her little sister first. The memories loop. Again. Again. Again. She doesn’t look at us. She only looks at me. Ghost-Queen (voice raw, ancient, broken): “I was supposed to save them. I was the strongest storm-speaker in a thousand years. I thought pride was the same as protection.

It felt like another emergency arriving before the last one had been wiped off the stones. At the front walked a woman in a pale suit, her hair pinned with bone needles, her lips the blue-red color of winter. She was beautiful the way a sealed drawer was beautiful. Smooth. Cold. Impossible to argue with. [Major entity detected.] [Title: Morgue Queen.] [Jurisdiction: unclaimed bodies, purchased death records, posthumous contracts.] [Threat level: city-ending.] The Morgue Queen stopped at our boundary and smiled at Ava.

"My mother wasn't just a 'soft-hearted fool' for you to break, Silas. She was the last keeper of the True Blood. I am the only Princess of the Old North, a Sovereign by blood and by blade. And today, I am stripping you of the only thing you ever cared about." I looked at him, my lips curling into a ruthless smile. "Your bastard sons? By the second sunrise, they will be hanging in the square. I’m not just killing you, Silas. I am erasing your existence. A hundred years from now, no one will remember your name. They will only remember the Queen who rose from your ashes." Silas opened his mouth, his face contorting as he prepared to spew one last, vile curse, to use the tongue that had broken m

Sarah felt as if she’d been impaled all the way to the hilt by a hard sword, and as that scorching cock kept thrusting deeper, she began to sob softly. “Ugh… no… it’s too big… it won’t fit…” Ethan’s brows furrowed tightly; a few beads of sweat trickled down his smooth forehead. His handsome, jade-like face was etched with restraint. The pleasure inside her was too intense; he finally couldn’t hold back, thrusting straight to the hilt and pressing against her tender cervix. “Ahhh… no… don’t… I’m coming… ahhh…” Just the mere penetration of his massive cock sent Sarah trembling as she climaxed; a gush of wetness surged from the depths of her core, drenching his rigid glans.

He snarled. “I am not your property, I am my own person” I snapped back, knowing his next move, I inched my feet apart. He didn't notice, good I thought. “Yes you are, my marks prove it and because you are and I want you pregnant you can’t be here” He growled. “I am not having your child, and I, Savannah Storm Daydra of the Crystal Cove Covan, Queen of the Askook Thunder Kingdom, reject Loclyn Eli Bardar Rayne as my mate: I spat the words at him.

He wondered about the relationship between her and the Jacobsens. More importantly, he was struck by her name. Only idiots would not know Petrovas in P city. If she was a Petrova, then she was royalty. How could the measly Aprice family contain a royalty, even if they were former royalty? He thought back on what Lester Aprice said of her and her mother. An escort who had drugged him and slept with him for money? What was all that nonsense? If his wife’s mother were a Petrova, it would be Lester Aprice that seduced and tricked her, not the other way around.

When Queen stopped hearing her footsteps, she turned and stared at her in surprise. Q shook her head, "No, I don't think I can help you anymore." She wanted to leave her behind, but Ashton's girlfriend begged, "Please, please, I'm begging you, don't leave me here, please. I don't want to die." Queen sighed in frustration and walked back. She stared at the trap and shook her head. She knew that trying to save the lady was going to cost them both their lives because even if she got free, she would not be able to run.