Scream Queens Novels & Stories

“Everything here has a price. You got healed for free? Someone paid. You jumped ranks? Someone noticed. Queens don’t orbit random freshmen unless they see value—or a puzzle they want to solve. And puzzles get taken apart piece by piece.” Kai set his phone down. “He’s not wrong. But damn, man… #17? That’s not just notice. That’s spotlight. You’re in the top twenty now. People are gonna test you. Humans jealous, vamps curious. And the queens? They don’t do casual interest.” Jax leaned forward, smirking but eyes serious. “You really don’t believe in love, huh? Like at all?” Nico met his gaze. Flat. Honest.

She has something on her face that screams grace and beauty, even in old age. In fact, she looks familiar, like someone I want to remember nothing about - Ezra. She is wearing a simple short white dress, and so are the female witches who are following her. Right behind them, there are about thirty shifted werewolves. "Traitors!" I shout through the mind link I am sharing with Alan, Damien, and the rest of the fighters. "They'll get what they deserve... That's a promise!" Damien answers me back, trying to calm the anger that built inside me the moment I saw them.

someone breathes. "That’s Moana Queens." "Jesus Christ." "I think I just fell in love." I wanted to blind the eyes of everyone staring at her, she's made for me and me alone. The screams that follow their entrance are deafening. "QUEENS!" "OH MY GOD!" "MOANA!" "THEY LOOK INSANE!" From my spot still pressed against Bethany, she scoffs. “Of course they have to make an entrance,” she mutters. I don’t say anything. My jaw is tight, my eyes locked on Moana even though I tell myself to look away.

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A man on the boat reached out his hand to help me up. His face was hidden in shadow, but I could see a scar running down his cheek. I watched the flames and bid farewell to my former self. From this moment on, there was no more Serena Ferrari. From now on, I would become my own queen.

Cain doesn’t beg. He doesn’t scream. He only looks toward me one last time, eyes wide—not with fear, but with apology. And then he’s gone. Something inside me breaks so violently it feels audible. “No,” I whisper. Then I hear her. The Vampire Queen’s roar shakes the sky. She stands alone amid the carnage, wings torn, crown shattered, blood running freely down her face as she tears through hybrids with terrifying precision. She is wrath incarnate—ancient, furious, unrelenting.

the queen screams making the black goddess screams in anger. I scream as the black goddess starts to swing her sword slashing Vlash to his back. I see how Vlash look at me as I try hard to struggle to get free. The mist binding me begins to become tighter and it is as if thorns appear on the rope-like mist binding me. I winch in pain as the thorns prick me and blood starts to flow. I still try moving making my wounds even deeper.