The Most Heretical Last Boss Queen Volume 5 Novels & Stories

When he was all out of holy water, he took up the gun again and shot at the downed fairy queen repeatedly until her wings were riddled with holes. Zen could feel the drain in his holy powers as Damian fired away. Doing his part, he got in closer until he was within range and tossed bottles of holy water at the helpless boss, who was bullied by the relentless cyborg. Unable to fully move to her final battle phase, the fairy queen perished with a shriek. However, at the very last moment, Zen saw her spirit rising in the stream of light with a smile. “Thank you,” she mouthed at Zen before disappearing forever.

But they'd forgotten what it felt like to stretch in a smile. Her name was Jerika Krester - the powerful Alpha Queen that was a terror to many.

"It’s a shitty deal, Nomo. The shittiest deal in history. But she’s the only one who can sign it." Nomo looked back over his shoulder. He could still see the faint, sapphire glow reflecting off the walls of the upper levels—a trail of light marking the path of the Goddess as she ascended toward her final confrontation. He felt a psychic scar in his mind, a jagged, empty space where her voice used to be. He realized then that the Queen’s plan hadn't been to kill Sofia, or even to kill him. It had been to ensure that when Sofia finally sat on the throne, she would be as solitary and untouchable as Seraphina herself.

“It started when I was seventeen. I thought the job was just... work. Dancing and parties, but then it turned. The whispers became screams and the men, they weren’t customers, they were hunters.” She swallowed hard, eyes flickering with raw memory. “Zane’s crew runs the front lines, but there’s someone else, someone older, who owns the dark corners. That one is the real boss.” Raven leaned closer, heart pounding. “Who?” Lila hesitated. “The Queen. She’s the reason this never ends and the reason they keep going, no matter how many fall.” Raven’s breath stilled. A cold shiver slid down her spine. “Queen?”

I begin to crawl, each step painful and sending nerve wracking spasms through my body but she drags me back hurling me hard against the wall, she lays on top of me, her shining eyes brooding deep into mine. "Who are you?" I say with a final breath. "Why? I'm the Queen of the west." she says a rotten smile drawn across her features. I fade into unconsciousness, her evil cackling being the last thing I hear as I fade into oblivion. "Fuck!." Unknown

Ghost-Queen (voice raw, ancient, broken): “I was supposed to save them. I was the strongest storm-speaker in a thousand years. I thought pride was the same as protection. I was wrong. I killed them all with my refusal to bend. Now you wear my crown’s sister. You speak the words I never finished. So do it. Judge me. Hate me. Strike me down. I deserve it.” She drops to her knees in the water, crown bowed, waiting for the killing blow. Hellebore Mist is in my hand before I realize I drew it. The blade hums (hungry, righteous). Remy’s hand closes gently over mine.

Liolai’s hands glowed with Ashen’s divine mark, The Queen’s arms shimmered with stolen timelines and vengeance. Each strike rewrote pieces of the realm. Mountains rose and fell, Skies turned to pages, burned, then reformed. The Queen snarled, “You can’t hold me!” Liolai’s eyes flared. “I don’t have to hold you.” “I just have to outlove you.” She hurled her final spell, A blast of memory, Everything Sera had been, Everything Kael had regretted. Everything true. It struck the Queen square in the chest.

She didn't look the warrior in the eye; her head remained bowed, her dark blonde hair falling forward like a curtain to hide her face. The enforcer, a burly wolf named Jarek, paused mid-laugh, his nostrils flaring as he took in her synthetic, cloying scent of honey and berries. A mocking grin spread across his scarred face. "Well, look at this. The jewel of Ironwood is pouring my drink. Tell me, princess, did your father teach you how to handle a pitcher, or are you worried you'll spill a drop on your pretty white veil?" A ripple of cruel laughter went up from the surrounding warriors.

Why the hell was it so bitter? I walked out of my office to look for my maid. My thoughts were in a complete mess. Only Bella could affect me like this. TESSA! Sir..." I glowered at her. "What the hell is this? What have you done to my coffee? Why does it taste so damn bitter? Don't you know the regular mix I drink? She lowered her head, frightened. "Sir, Miss Isabella was the only person who knew how to make the perfect blend of your coffee. I am sorry, sir. I forgot to ask her about it."

She had been so good on the field that the main boss had whisked her away, and now she worked as his bodyguard. And God helped anyone within inches of her boss. She held the door open, and a troop of black-suited men stepped through the manor door, each in a position with enough space in the middle of the lined-up men. "God, please no." Then the boss came in, and Kyra trailed behind him. Priest felt himself swallow hard as he watched the only man he and Rune feared as much as his son find him with his eyes. The boss was a sixty-something years old man whose dead eyes held all of the horrors he had witnessed during his time as the acting boss.