Scorpio Queens Novels & Stories

But as they advanced, a sultry, intoxicating scent wrapped around them, dragging claws over Selene’s senses. Ryker stiffened. "Magic." The shadows coalesced, warping and twisting until a woman emerged, draped in crimson silk that flowed like blood. Her eyes gleamed like dying embers, lips curled into a sultry smile. Lust and menace dripped from her presence. "Ah, the infamous Luna Queen and her fierce mate," the woman purred. Her voice was honeyed venom, wrapping around them like a noose. "You tread dangerous ground." Selene’s lips curled back, revealing sharp canines. "Who are you?"

“You must be the Blue Moon Alpha.” His throat chuckled. Arms crossed, he stared straight at me. “Roxana Winfield,” I stretched out my hand, “I’m the COO of Crimson Crest Empire.” As soon as the name got out, a dark rage befell the man’s face. “Are you now? Luna Roxana Winfield—the future Queen of the Crimson Crest pack.” Something in that fierce knit of brows told me to refuse that title. But how can I? Quietly, my hand recoiled and I said firmly, “I think you’re not going to sell me these mangoes.”

I bided my time, sitting at the council table, pretending to be loyal while grooming the perfect opportunity. And then came Helen. Oh! Beautiful, calculating Helen. The perfect tool. She was chosen by the Moon Goddess as Drey's mate, yes, but her heart was far from noble. She longed for recognition and for power, but I simply redirected that hunger. We made an agreement: she would manipulate Drey. Lure him, control him, and weaken him from within. And when the time was right, she would become Luna. Then, I would rise as Alpha, not by tradition, but by silent conquest.

“You saw the threat. You hunted it. You exposed it. Today, you have earned not just my trust—but the court’s respect.” Elira faced the nobles, her voice quiet but unshaking. “I am Elira Stormfang. Once a servant. Once a ghost. Now a queen in all but name. And I will not be broken.” And no one—no one—dared to argue. ---

Her warriors immediately rushed to her side, but they hesitated at the edge of the booby traps, growling in frustration. Scar stepped closer to me, his voice low but urgent. “Are you insane? You just attacked their queen. They’ll rip us apart.” I shook my head, my breathing ragged but steady. “No, they won’t. Not yet.” My gaze fixed on the Wolf Queen as she rose, brushing herself off like the fall was nothing. Her sharp eyes locked with mine, blazing with fury and pride.

If I could keep them distracted with their whole ‘witch slandering’, then maybe I could buy enough time for our warriors to get here. “What’s the matter?” I provoked. “Don’t you like witches? I thought you would, considering you ACT like one.” “That’s no way to speak to your Queen Luna,” Scarlett snapped. Queen Luna? Had she come completely unglued? I raised my eyebrows. She made a show of plugging her nose. “Ugh. I don’t know how you can stand beside her, Zane,” Scarlett continued. “Witches are so dirty. Almost as dirty as your ugly little slut there.”

“But I am not yours. I never was.” Her gaze lifted, blazing. “And now—I am mine.” Skylar stepped forward, tears streaming freely now, fear finally loosening its grip. She knelt without hesitation. “My queen,” she whispered. “I am yours.” Rebel extended her hand. Skylar took it. The connection snapped into place—unbreakable. As the pack knelt in silence, one truth echoed through the clearing, undeniable and irreversible: The Werewolf Queen had risen. And nothing would ever be the same again.

queen replied lively doing all she can to cheer scarlet up. "But why here exactly, we could have gone to the usual" "Cmon scarlet will you stop complaining. It doesn't matter the kind of club, we do the same stuffs have some drinks and get wasted" Scarlet sighed as she walked quietly beside queen. They got to a table and scarlet sat down while queen left to get some drinks. While she awaits queen, three girls walked to her table. They immediately starts to claim that the table is theirs so she should fuck off. When scarlet refused to stand up, it resulted to an epic quarrel between them and as if digging their own graves, they decided to pour their drinks on her.