The Queen Of The Damned Lestat Novels & Stories

“Next you’ll say you’re communing with the spirits of sweaty warriors past.” I placed a dramatic hand over my heart. “You mock me, but I’m manifesting. One day, I’ll live in a castle with silken sheets and gold floors that clean themselves. There’ll be no mopping. Just gowns. And my prince charming will bring me breakfast in bed.” “Selene,” Liora deadpanned, “you’re an omega in Moonbane Pack, not a Disney princess.” “Yet,” I said, wagging my mop handle at her. “Y-e-t.”

Catarina Rosales Marquez surveyed her garden of fruit and vegetables in the windswept hills of Mindanao. The Aswang Queen of Domminga Mountains, Catarina ruled with an iron thumb, her sleek black hair like a whip, replete with eyes of black pearls that shone like a viper's.

He ordered She breathes heavily, a soft whimper escaping her lips as she slowly pulled off her clothes. She wanted this, she needed to do this so that Lucas won't get hurt by her beast of a husband. "Lay on the bed and spread your legs." Damien commanded She did what she was told, her tears wetting the bed as she shook with fear. He poured his whiskey over her head and she gasped as the cold liquid hit and stung her eyes. "You are mine, your body and soul belongs to me." He said Her breath hitched, before her brain could process what he was saying a piercing pain shot through her vagina and whole body.

"What have you done that makes you worthy of being called a real queen? I personally believe you've done nothing. Here I am, sitting beside you, and I don't even know your name. All I know is that you are nothing more than the Queen." "I gave birth to the future king!" She stated proudly, but deep in her eyes, I could sense her valid reason to despise me. Too bad for her, I won't let her get away with mistreating me. "Oh, come on, Your Highness! Since when is having sex and giving birth something to be respected for?" She was about to say something, but a growl caught us off guard. It was Damien. He burst into the suite and made his way towards me. The look on his face was unfamiliar to me.

Esmeray raised her eyebrows and suspected something. "Isabelle, how long have you been here?", she investigated. "About twenty years" "TWENTY YEARS! Did...did he also brought you here as a sacrifice?", she hesitated. "No! Not at all! He created me. You see, everyone you see here is a blood demon, created from the king's blood. But I'm created from wax, I was a wax statue which he created and then brought me to life with his magic", she explained. "But if he's a human then, how come he have Lore magic?"

She tried to roll, to run, to escape—but another strike sent her sprawling onto the forest floor. Her strength ebbed with every passing second. Branches scraped her face, her chest heaving, her blood soaking into the dark soil beneath her. Somewhere close, in the underbrush, rustling. Not Aaron. Not entirely. Whimpers and low voices—controlled, deliberate, not panicked. Something, someone, was watching. Louise’s vision blurred. Her body refused to respond. Pain and exhaustion pulled her toward the edge of consciousness. The last thing she saw before darkness claimed her was the gleam of teeth in the moonlight and the shadows of something moving closer through the forest.

Very lust-like. "Are you ready?" Elle whispered in my ear. “I think so.“ I replied in a whisper. I took a deep breath, staring at myself in the mirror for a few more seconds. In just moments, I would be crowned Queen of the Demon Kingdom—the most vicious one of all. The Queen of Wrath. I slowly stood, accepting the help of my two best friends. We walked out, my heart pounding wildly. “I heard Lucifer has a harem of vampires.“ Elle commented when the door slammed shut behind us, trying to distract me from my racing thoughts.

After Queen entered through the white door, she spotted Christopher Stallion dropping a lifeless child from his hand. She surveyed the room, where about twelve girls lay on different beds, surrounded by about twenty men. Shawn's voice broke through, asking, "What's happening?" "They're not here," she whispered. Her gaze fixed on Christopher Stallion, her intense hatred for him simmering. She longed to end him but knew she was vulnerable and he could easily extinguish her life. She pivoted, only for Christopher's command to freeze her in her tracks.

Damian finally spoke up, “Will you let go of the grudge if I kneel In front of you, Selena?” “Did you think I asked you here so I could see your face?” “I don’t— “Kneel, Damian!” She bellowed, the smirk on her face disappearing, “I will not repeat myself again” Damian didn’t say a word again. He immediately went on his knees and my mother’s jaw dropped. The almighty Damian, kneeling in front of a woman. That was uncalled for but this was not just any person—this was Selena. The lycan queen.

Standing in my flip-flops wearing a big shirt with male boxers, my hair a messy ponytail and my body bruised and healing, I really felt loved and worthy when I look around seeing almost a hundred men kneeling at my feet. I'm not just anybody. I'm Arianna Romano, goddess of death. The huntress. The Queen.