The Blood Queen: Book Novels & Stories

” I asked, I guessed that from what little I had read but I didn't know the full story. Avery didn't answer my question, instead, she continued telling me what the book said. ”About a girl who will bring peace by killing a queen. A queen that lives in darkness. With the queen, the entire species of bloodthirsty creatures will fall,” I gulped, a stone landed in my gut and I sat there quietly.

Penelope’s breath caught as she took in the craftsmanship, her fingers itching to trace the delicate designs. “These will be your quarters,” Thanion said, reaching for the handles. But as he pushed the doors open, a sound cut through the air, freezing them both in place. Loud, unabashed moaning. Penelope’s face burned as her eyes darted to the source of the noise. There, sprawled naked across the bed, was a spectral woman. Her glowing form was striking, her hair a cascade of silver fire spilling over her shoulders. She lay wide-legged, her movements slow and deliberate as she pleasured herself.

“Conrad was the son of Inanna and Conri and Penelope was, well… she was a child of my bloodline. They gave birth to the Moon Goddess Ascena, and her brother also called Conrad. They became the king and queen of Riocht once upon a moon.” “But he died, didn’t he?” Seneca interrupts questioning me as she has heard part of this story before. “That’s what they say, but as legend would have it, immortality is usually passed down through the female bloodline, if you have the blood of gods running through your veins.” “I have the blood of gods!” She almost screams, jumping to her knees and leaning in close, “I will be immortal someday.” She all but whispers these words so as not to reveal the secret

“Has to be.” Louise tried to focus, to pull the words into something she could understand, but they slipped through her like water. Meaning hovered just out of reach. Another hand—colder this time—pressed briefly against her ribs, then lifted. “She’s lost too much blood.” “She should be gone already.” A beat of silence followed that—longer this time. Heavier. Then the first voice spoke again, lower now. “…and yet.” The hand returned to her neck, fingers pressing more firmly this time, as if expecting to find nothing.

Their glances lingered on me with something dangerously close to pity. Someone murmured that I was truly pathetic, that I had no idea what was happening around me. Another remarked that the Lord visited the orphanage almost daily to accompany Ella, and that rumors claimed they had already secured a legitimate Blood Covenant registration and completed the Crimson Bond Rite. Meanwhile, I—the publicly acknowledged Blood Queen—appeared to be nothing more than an inconvenient afterthought. I did not slow my steps. My fingers trembled as I sent a message to my father, whom I had not contacted in years, telling him simply that I wished to come home.

Shut the door and climbed back into the passenger seat. “Let’s go.” He said, banging on the dash. THE END **Thank you for reading Rise of a Queen. I hope you enjoyed the adventure. And is it truly the end?** Find out what happened to King Kellen in the third installment of The Delta’s Daughter. The Gladiator Wolf King – Book 3 will concentrate on Kellen and more of your favorite characters. I hope you will join me on a new adventure. The Gladiator Wolf King - Completed and out now!

In her hand was a dagger, its blade dripping red as she faced an opponent cloaked in shadows. "The darkness cannot be killed," the Queen said, her voice carrying over the battlefield. "But it can be bound." Nicola's heart pounded. The vision shifted. The Queen stood before an ancient ritual circle, her hand pressed to a stone much like the altar Nicola had just touched. Runes glowed beneath her fingers, the power around her crackling like a storm. Then, Nicola saw it - the sacrifice. Blood. The Queen’s own blood, spilled into the circle. She was binding something.

she says. My heart drums rapidly in my chest. The female who stood before me is one of the most respected monarchs in Midgar. Nefertari, the Blood Queen of Fae, or so she was called. Her reign started with the mass killing of the corrupt Fae council. Stepping forward I place a fist over my heart bowing.

“Oh, but you are. You are the reason I must finish what they tried to bury. You are my blood.” Blood? I blinked. “What...?” “We share the same blood,” she said again. “And you will help me take revenge. You will finish what I started.” The heat from my mark radiated all the way through my chest. My knees trembled. I didn’t understand any of this. “I—I don’t even know what that means,” I stammered. “You will.” She reached toward me, and I flinched. “No!” I jerked back, shaking my head. “You’re insane!”

She says with a small giggle. "You will stop second guessing your abilities to lead and you will rule right beside your mate. That is an order." She jokes with a hint of seriousness. I nod and smile up at her. She holds her hand out and a golden staff apears. I immediately bow down and she dubs me Queen of werewolves by tapping the staff on both of my shoulders. "I now dub thee Mackenzie Roseline Lathen as Queen of werewolves and Luna of the royal pack. Do you accept?" She asks and I look up at her.