Savage Queen Novels & Stories

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

It’s taking every ounce of my self-control to not yell at her as I fuck her. “Ahoy, matey!” she exclaims as she wraps herself around me in a wet hug, her naked body flush with mine. Oh, fuck. She pushes her pussy against my lower stomach, just a few inches north of where I want her. I want to bury myself deep inside her, as the shockwaves continue to zap through my entire body. She’s my mate. “Welcome to my oasis! I am Sapphire, Queen of the Deep Beyond. I rule over all the fishies in the darkest seas. Who are you, clown?”

But then, watching the same people over and over again gets boring overtime. Diving into the book, I reopen to one of my favorite parts of the lycan battles. It is the chapter where the lycan king was brought to his knees by the queen, and makes she him beg her for his life. He wasn’t expecting her, or that she would even do something like that. It is what makes me like it more. I feel like I relate to the queen well. She has always been undermined and underrated, then she wound her full potential and—

“Just so you know, I don’t like you. There’s something about you that infuriates me. You look really lifeless. If you're planning to betray him, just a friendly reminder: Dmitri will kill you before you escape.” I furrowed my brows in confusion, caught off guard by her declaration. “What?” “My intuition is never wrong. You don’t look like one of us. I just can’t prove it yet.” Whatever. I didn’t bother to retort. Soon, Ivanos returned with our orders. He hadn’t gotten anything for himself—just us. All of a sudden, Sofia sprang up when her phone buzzed with a notification. “I need to use the restroom.” Ivanos attempted to follow her like a little puppy following its master.

"Monarch Mansion is launching tonight too." The name hit me like a sledgehammer. Monarch Mansion. Of course. My jaw clenched involuntarily. The Queen of the West—her timing was no accident. She chose tonight, of all nights, to unveil her ridiculous attempt at a hotel. It couldn't be coincidence. No, this woman—whoever she was—had clearly made it her mission to challenge me, to go after everything I'd built.

The alpha turned his attention back to me and I nodded. “I, Alison, Queen of the Rogues and Queen of the Black Valley, accept you, Spenser, as my mate.” I grinned when he rolled his eyes at my titles. He was basically unranked at the moment! The alpha looked at him. “I, Spenser, accept you, Alison, Queen of the rogues and Queen of the Black Valley, as my mate.” Spenser winked, making me fight off laughter that was threatening to bubble out.

The machines hissed, the shadows deepened, and she pressed her palm to his chest, feeling the faint rise and fall that was not truly his own. “You’ve left me in your place,” she whispered. “And I will hold it. But hear me, Colton—if this is your last game, your last trick, then know this: I will not be broken. You made me your wife, your prisoner, your heir. Now I will be your shadow queen.” The ventilator exhaled, a sigh like the breath of some vast, unseen god. And in that room, Savannah Briggs crowned herself not with jewels or diamonds—but with silence, with fire, with grief.

The company had the best resources and the best people, including PR general manager, Claire Eastly. Claire was a top-notch scorer in both PR and crisis management. There was once an ill-mannered celebrity who was renowned for her discourtesy and always bragged about her money. While she was a household name for her arrogance within the circle, Claire managed to spin up her celebrity image as ‘The Savage Queen’, garnering favor amongst the public.

I said, looking over my shoulder. “Oh please, don’t play dumb with me. Anyone with intentions like yours would want to be the queen of all vampires.” Elder Theodor spat. By now, I was fisting my hands, my nails digging into my skin. Turning around and walking towards him, I said, “First, leech. I’m Vladimir’s mate. Not by choice, but because that’s what destiny had in store. Second, I don’t need a man to be a queen. If you have forgotten, I have a kingdom. Third, just because you’re an elder, old fucker doesn’t mean I have to respect you. Or do I need to remind you, I’m stronger than you?”

That day reminds me of why I keep idiots as friends. The venue was booked, food catered, people had come on the special day for a show. Instead of a blushing bride coming down the aisle to “The Wedding March,” our guests got five men coming down the aisle while dancing to Meeting in My Bedroom by Silk, Feenin’ by Jodeci, Bump n Grind by R. Kelly, and even fucking Partition by Beyoncé—Jax, of course. My poor Nana was scandalized, but that didn’t stop her from joining in to throwing money at Jax as he jerked and grinded his hips to the bass filled beat of Partition.