Savage Queen Novels & Stories

Offering a military salute by crossing their hands over their chest they stood facing her. Jelena Savage was not as old as one would expect from the leader of an entire race. She was only 17, even younger than Axel by a whole two years! Her hair was braided just above both her ears, her eyes watched coldly like a hawk and inside them, one could sense ruthlessness emanating from her whole being. Her voice was a bat match for her personality, she sounded nothing like who she was. This was a strong woman, who ruled with fear and an iron fist.

asked the teacher " I'm exhausted and please spare me from all of this I'm not learning anything else ." she sighed looking at her fingers nervously. " but Luna this is not what a queen should behave like, you're breaking rules ." informed Savannah " I don't want this , please understand ." she whined " you may leave , and you come to me ." he addressed his mate lastly which made her terrified , she didn't calculate her actions. Savannah left right away after bowing to her king , while wren didn't move from fright , "Now ." he ordered growling , his little is getting it today .

His gaze lifts. And locks onto mine. The room fades. Just for a moment. Then A voice rises above the noise. Smooth. Unfamiliar. And far too interested. “So,” the man says, stepping forward, his eyes fixed on me. “This is the new queen.” My breath catches. Because there is something in his gaze Something dark Something dangerous.

I reached for the Original Mistake. I took the Sovereign-Fang—the weapon that had grown from the Hunt, the Soul, and the Design—and I didn't strike the Mirror-Queen. I Struck the Glass. I drove the blade of red-gold sinew into the "Flawless Reality" on the diamond floor. I didn't try to save my future; I Invalidated the Result. "I AM THE QUEEN WHO CHOOSES THE SCARS!" I roared, the White Light of the Origin erupting from my spirit not as a sun, but as a Tidal Wave of Raw, Un-Optimized Humanity.

"Back in the Savage Days, we used death energy, but that isn't allowed anymore." "When were the Savage Days?" "The 1980's. Anyway, death energy requires a living sacrifice. Blood energy might work, but it would have to be some good blood." The queen eyed both women, particularly Shamira. "I've got a good vibe from you." "How much blood?" "A lot, and it's also the method of extraction." Shamira shuddered. "What about sexual energy?" she said, her voice heavier than before. Renata rolled her eyes and thought, 'Here we go again.'

“Yes I do, Elder Sara.” “And you understand what would happen it turns our that you were lying right?” “I do Elder Sara.” Joanna answered. Elder Sara looked behind Joanna, “And may I ask who are you?” She asked the two extras that followed in behind Joanna. The woman and the man walked up beside Joanna. “Good evening Elders, I know that we showed up unexpectedly but giving the situation I couldn’t let one of my own show up without any guidance.” She paused and let the Elders looked between each other. “My name is Nuala Evergreen, Queen of the Rogue Empire.” There was gasps between the Elders as well as in the room the loudest one coming from Mila. She was one that always wanted to meet the Q

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

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—

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.