Savage Queen Novels & Stories

It was a terrible fake attempt that ended up making her pretty face look ugly. “Are you telling me or I’m I going to have to find out by myself?” I said flatly and she looked at me. “You've become saucy.” She said, sniffling and trying to hold back the tears that made her eyes watery. “Curiosity is capable of making one saucy,” I replied. “Touché. Do you know about the whole thing about the next immortal Carnage queen? The ruler of all the packs of this nation? That’s supposed to be me, the next queen was supposed to come from this family but…” She hesitated.

And the only outstanding thing I could pick out was the fact that the weather had changed when she broke down in pain. I left the CCTV chamber to meet Lacey. She explained everything she knew and then I returned to the room. Could...Sarah be the moon goddess incarnate? How possible? I asked questions that I could get answers too as I remained on the couch, watching Sarah keenly. Who was she really? *SARAH* “I announced to Savannah, the queen of the world’s largest wolf pack, that the Samurai men had arrived,” I said, addressing her like a goddess. “Let them in,” she ordered, and I ushered the men seeking her audience into her presence. After some time, Queen Savannah summoned me and commande

Touching him slowly until he hissed and his hands pulled my body to sit on his lap. "You will get what is yours, you are my queen, my life, my oxygen, welcome back darling." "Wait, what do you mean?" I held back his hand which wanted to take off the bathrobe I was wearing. My eyes looked at him intensely and I couldn't accept it. He touched my face and I pushed it away. "You think I'm your woman, don't you, I'm not her!" I tried to stand up and he held my body in place. He had no evidence to accuse me that I was Leah. Because my face had silicone attached to my body. There is no difference in skin color whatsoever.

The chattering between the rogues was buzzing and kept my spirits up during this breakfast. Seven had been occupied, not saying anything to me at all, which forced me to converse with Cassandra. I'd learned a lot though... According to her, having a Queen would strengthen a Kingdom and a Queen that was a healer was a plus. She also said that a healer is a must since it could heal the ‘savage’ side of the King. “Savage?” “Oh, you never heard of it, my Queen?” Cassandra asked confusedly.

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.

Raven Steele was her masterpiece—clean background, tragic story, exactly the kind of person who could infiltrate a motorcycle club seeking revenge. The bar's door swung open, spilling amber light and the stench of whiskey and cigarettes onto the wet pavement. A man filled the doorway, his massive frame blocking most of the light. Even in shadow, there was no mistaking who he was: Jax Savage, president of the Savage Saints MC, the most feared motorcycle club in three states. Six-foot-four of muscle and menace, with hazel eyes that missed nothing and hands that had spilled more blood than most soldiers. "You lost, princess?" His voice rumbled like distant thunder, each syllable carrying the we

Queen mumbled with a smirk “ Okay….what is that little one” Sofia muttered “ Help me get on that plane” Queen said “ Why, where is your guardian or mother” Sofia asked with a knowing look “ Well, I want to go back to my papa and mama, I do not want to stay with my devilish aunty anymore” Queen mumbled “ Okay, I will help you so can I get your name now” Sofia asked “ Queen but you can call me Queenie since you are my friend” Queen said with a smile

I placed my palm on the crystal table. The Sanctuary responded. Light threaded upward, not blinding—precise. Controlled. The Queen’s mark shimmered faintly beneath my skin, not screaming for worship, just… undeniable. “I’m Samantha Hale,” I said. “Human. Queen. Problem.” A low hiss passed through the call. Human. There it was. I let them sit in it. “You’re wondering why you’re here,” I continued. “Short answer? Because the Council just tried to make me choose between my mother and my King.”

I thought I could survive him. But no one survives Zane Wilde. Not untouched. Not unchanged. I was supposed to guard my heart. But love doesn’t follow rules. Now I’m left piecing together what’s left of me while he walks away untouched—like he never bled me dry. He left a ruin where my heart used to be. A story where silence should have been. And still… I’d choose him all over again. Because that’s the thing about savage love— It doesn’t ask for permission.

“Majesty, she disgraced us. A Lycan beaten by a werewolf? It’s unheard of. The court will never recover!” From behind the curtain, I mouthed, Cry harder. Erynos, bless his scholarly old soul, sighed. “Lord Carrow, you lost more dignity whining than she cost you fighting.” Varyn actually snorted. Oh, this was going to be good. Carrow puffed up like a toad in a bad wig. “She’s dangerous! A symbol! The wolves already whisper about her — the one who defeated a Lycan with mortal hands. They call her—” He swallowed. “The Rogue Queen.”