Scream Queens Novels & Stories

The Queen said, getting up from the chair. All four were staring at her with confused eyes. "I'm Queen Griffin the Luna of the Shadow moon pack reject my four mates Alpha Xain, Alpha Eric, Alpha Luca, and Alpha Peter as my mates and my Alphas’." Queen courageously rejected all four mates. Her words are clear and loud. After hearing the words of rejection, all four's eyes widened with shock. They screamed holding his chest. "Queen, don't be stupid. You can't reject us like that!" Peter growled in pain.

When I’m not. These women probably ran the whole supernatural world. While the men were always roaring and yelling in each other’s face about who is who. I know women are the key players in that game of chess. If the queen is protected. Everything is going well and you can make great moves. And when shit goes south, the queen protects the king. I’m guessing this is where you get your warriors and foot soldiers for protection. “The one and only,” Daciana smirks proudly. “Wait, I have heard that he was with someone. The daughter of that small pack’s alpha.” She stares at me with widened eyes. “It makes sense now. I have never seen someone as pretty as her.”

Her gold dress sparkled like the light, and I felt completely at a loss. I looked back at Landon and he was looking at the girls so intensely. Did he like them already? I sniffed as I massaged my temple as I tried to ward off the growing headache that I was feeling. "Beautiful," the queen said with a laugh. Then she went ahead to call, Mona Leap from The Blood Moon Pack, Kristen Blackwood from NightCrest Pack, Katherine Wolfe from the Twilight Pack, Willow Drove from the Warrior Pack, Ana Royals from the Crescent Pack, Ella Drove from the WindRock Pack, Harriet Moon from the Shadow Pack, Noel Light from the Sundown War Camp, Bianca Air from the Star-crest Pack, Jessica Mills from the Enchant

I hadn’t sensed anyone approaching, not even with my heightened senses. “The Wolf Queen of the Skrill Pack,” Scar said, his jaw tightening. “And they’re here for war.” My heart sank. The Skrill Pack. They had been a long-standing rival to the Blood Pack. Fierce, relentless, and with an unmatched army of warriors, they were a constant threat. But this? This was unexpected. Their presence was a clear sign that something had shifted. They weren’t here just for a skirmish. They were here for something bigger.

We could all smell her sexual arousal. The Queen's eyes were fixed on us, her face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and sexual desires. Her whispers turned to soft moans, her body swaying unconsciously to the rhythm. The scent of her desire wafted through the air. I could feel the heat emanating from her, trying to draw me in, she was a siren like me, but I was stronger. My men closed in around me, their movements becoming more fluid, more seductive. The Queen's eyes locked onto mine, her gaze burning with a primal longing. I knew in that moment, that she was ours, completely entranced by the raw power of our Mayan Vampiric dance.

“By the grace of the Moon Goddess and the consensus of the High Council, we recognize Esmeralda of the Knight Pack as—” “She is not 'of the Knight Pack,'” I interrupted, my voice becoming louder through the hall like a thunder light. Silas stopped, his hands shaking. The crowd gasped. “She is the Queen of the United Packs,” I said, stepping up onto the first tier of the dais. “She is the Mother of the New Dawn. And she doesn't need your 'consensus.' She is here because she survived the darkness you all were too cowardly to face.”

When her hair tumbled forward like a river of silk, there was no escaping it. The Scarlet Vampire pulled a player into her arms, and they surrendered completely, believing the NPC had fallen for them. Even after their blood was drained, a contented smile stayed on their face. Meanwhile, the Ghost Bride's presence was unmatched. With a single glance from her mournful eyes, players fell under her spell, willingly letting themselves be consumed by the ethereal folds of her white veil. Each bride shone in her own way, captivating viewers completely. "This is the true art of killing!"

“Look at how it’s written “It could be an old book by some teenage Lycan from a century ago. It’s nothing.” His green eyes look sad after the breakup, but this can’t wait. “Then why is it torn? Someone tried to hide this.” I flip to the last readable last. “It says the last Crimson Moon Queen would be brought down as a pup, not birthed, just sent down. The previous queens were all sent at maiden age, which from what I know is around fifteen to twenty.”

During a scavenge in a ruined department store three blocks away, things went wrong. The air was thick with the scent of damp wool and decay. Rhea was upstairs searching for winter blankets when a frantic shout erupted from the loading dock below. She scrambled down the debris-strewn stairs, her heart hammering against her ribs, only to see Tess and Leo cornered by a pack of Grays. These weren't the slow-moving shamblers of the outer Fringe. These were lean, fast, and hungry, a pack of "Screechers" that had moved in from the subway lines.