The Demon Queen Novels & Stories

“They’re happy. They’re not suffering, and they don’t have any troubles. “They only belong to me. “This is art! It’s perfect art!” He was completely insane. It was completely inhumane. He had turned these young women into his personal toys. I looked at those young women. They were only in their early twenties. Their lives were just starting. However, they were trapped in this dungeon. I recalled what Charlie had said. “The pretty lady fell asleep after the jab, just like sleeping beauty.” It turned out that this was what he was referring to. I felt very sad. I was sad for these young women and this despicable world.

Every noble gave way for him to walk through. Roman moved through the crowd effortlessly. Lysan's hand tightened on the glass. He had seen that smile a thousand times, in battle fields, in his nightmares, everywhere. But here, no one knew what that smile hid. Dyleon whispered softly to Lysan. “Wow, so that's the famous Demon prince, Roman Da'Luca.” “Yeah.” “They say he's gonna be the next Demon king.” Dyleon's eyes trailed Roman. “But, mere looking at him, he doesn't seem like someone who could cause terror.”

I murmured, half asleep, smiling against his ribs, warm all the way through. "My queen," Malik said, quiet, into my hair, like a thing he'd known for a long time and had only now earned the right to name. "My queen of chaos. If you'll have the crown. If you'll take a gray careful kingdom and a man who's still learning how to be a person and a whole city full of people who used to be ordered to fear you, and stand next to it all, not under it, and make it yours too." I lay very still against him, and felt the enormous thing his voice was circling, and decided, being who I was, to make him work for the shape of it.

The Queen’s voice rolled out like thunder, echoing inside Emma’s skull as well as the room. “You have been prepared so beautifully, little pledge. Your cunt is open, dripping, and begging to be owned. Now… I claim you.” She dropped to her knees with predatory grace. Her hands, claws tipped in darkness gripped Emma’s thighs and shoved them even wider, folding the freshman nearly in half. The Queen’s face hovered inches from the wrecked pussy. Her long, forked demonic tongue slithered out, easily ten inches long, ridged, and dripping with aphrodisiac venom.

Damion's POV. "That girl is on my last nerve. I swear the next time she does some stupid shit I am putting a bullet in-between her fucking eyes." I slammed my fist into the punching bag. "What did she do this time?" Heth, my second in command, snickered as he held the bag for me. "She fucking killed one of the guards and tried to run. I don't get why she wants to leave. I have given her anything she asks for."

His voice was clearly carrying a threat. The Lords all grimaced at the threat but Echron smiled and raised a hand in treaty. “General…we are merely in awe of her raw beauty…will you not tell us of her origins?” Batton sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “She is a demon, Lord Echron…and no there are no more like her…now if you’ll excuse me I must deliver her to the King’s chambers.” He turned as the official came forward and handed him some papers.

My body was raging, and my eyes were filled with rage. "Now just leave me alone." I struggled to say it. "Hahahaha how innocent you are that you think I am going to leave you. I always get what I want, and I want you right now. You should consider yourself fortunate that I chose you "He started laughing like a devil, and at that point, I was just trying not to slap him. Lucky my foot, huh. Coming even closer to my face, he said, "you are just mine, and you are going to be my queen very soon, just make these words imprinted in your head, and I will do anything to make this happen."

She stood looking at George. While the latter was busy preparing their breakfast. “I need to tell you something.” George saw how serious she was. And was ready to listen. “Go on.” “I’m not what you think I am. At least, not what you would normally think of me.” “You’re not breaking up with me, are you?” “No. Not that I would want to. Not unless you decide it after hearing what I have to say.” “Which is?” “I’m not a mortal. But a demon. And a queen at that.” she made every word as clear as it could get. So that George could easily grasp the idea.

He was something else. "This something else is an incubus, my queen." "Dammit! I failed!" "What is it, my queen? What had failed?" Well, this was new. An incubus, the mind reader, asked a question. "I'm a creature, my queen, I have boundaries. I don't create creatures like I-Do-Not-Know-Who." "Are you referring to human's God, doctor? or Moon Goddess for us werewolves?" "And What for vampires, my queen?"

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.”