The Queen's Justice Novels & Stories

Against all odds. But holding is not the same as winning. And eventually, they could not hold anymore. I turned the page. And found a portrait. Just a sketch, really. Pen and ink. Faded with age. A woman. She was not young in the portrait, but she was not old either. She was somewhere in between, in that particular place where a person stops looking like what they were and starts looking like what they are. Her hair was loose. Her expression was not afraid. Mira. Last Queen of the Witch Covens. Keeper of the High Flame. Killed in the forty-third year of the Crimson War by Aldric the Elder, great-great-grandfather of the current Alpha King.

“Just the bac- Yeah, I did have her investigated. The informations were quite interesting and complicated so I won’t dip my body on the boiling hot water. Don’t worry. That woman had fangs of her own.” “Focus on your revenge and not on Oceane’s life.” “I am! This is why I’m giving him this ear cuffs with the symbol of justice as a design. You’ll never know what will happen on that day.” Nymphis picked one of the cuffs and intricately examined the design. “This cost me a huge sum. Once the venue gets chaotic, grab this one for me. I’ll pawned it to get my money back.”

“But his death shall not be in vain. We have not found his murderer yet, but I promise myself and every councilman present here, that I would find her and bring her to justice. I won’t stop, nor will I rest. I will search the ends of the earth for her. I will search for the moon and the galaxy. Even if she hides in the abode of the underworld, I will find her. I won’t stop until I nail him on the wood of affliction with justice.” Zita’s stomach notch and knotted when she heard that. She swallowed and shifted her weight to the other foot. Do you want justice or vengeance? If it were the former that you wanted, you would have searched enough and would have found out before now, that I wasn’t t

Thane's eyes was fixed on me and I looked at him. "You're not wearing a bra?" I shook my head and he groaned. "Where is Jairus?" "He's on a trip." He cleared his throat and the table silenced. "As you all know, we have a new queen and she must be celebrated. A ball will be thrown in her honour three nights from today. You all are invited" They cheered and I blushed. He kissed my hands and the meal continued. A ball in three nights? I was so not ready for this.

I turned around and grabbed her by the wrist. "Let me go. I hate you Damion. Why did you do that? I hate you." She was still struggling to get away from me so I bent down and threw her over my shoulder. She was kicking and screaming and I was loving every moment of it. She was only sixteen though and I would never do anything to her. Not until she was of age. Present day.. She's of age now Damion now what? Are you just going to sit and watch her from a distance because that's what you promised. I shook my head as I pulled my phone out and watched her and Heth come into the house and make some lunch.

She was unstoppable. The Fae Queen had called this council to call for justice for her daughter, to demonize my mother as a tyrant who had killed an innocent girl. But Hailey—our mother—hadn't come to plead for mercy. She had come to command. "Justice?" she echoed, her voice firm, but echoing through the chamber like a storm off in the distance. "You stand before me, before this council, and speak of justice?" The Fae Queen raged. "You murdered my daughter!"

Dimitri's grip on her shoulders tightened, "It's not that easy; Adler isn't just anybody. You can't just storm into the Manor and demand he be brought to justice." Brought to justice, she laughed. Who said anything about justice? Justice came too easy, she wanted destruction, and she knew how to get it. "Besides," Dimitri continued, "We are in Italy, in his territory, and this is not a place to make mistakes." She left his hold, turning her back to him, staring at her son's resting place; her heart felt heavy, and that revenge couldn't be achieved was even more painful than Enzo's death. But it was too early to give up. She might just have one trick up her sleeves.

“About everything. About Cairos. About Xavier. How long were you going to keep this secret?” The queen’s teacup paused mid-air. “Sit down.” “I’m not sitting.” “I said, sit.” The command in her tone stilled the air like a winter wind. Reluctantly, Ceres obeyed, muscles taut like a coiled spring. The queen set her cup down with exquisite care. “You want to talk about Cairos. Fine. You deserve the truth. But understand—truth in this court is never clean. It’s bloodied and battered and always takes more than it gives.”

Juliet rasped keeping the struggling Queen under check Queen maintained eye contact with Me all through and when she tapped her legs twice on the floor in between struggles –She bit Juliet hand, the hand holding the gun The gun fell and I fired immediately Queen ran under the table covering her ear very tightly I shot her directly on her neck and her screams erupted Jace came in and carried the crying Queen before facing me. “ She is truly her father's daughter” Jace mused dropping a kiss on her forehead

I replied looking as guilty as possible, until I looked at the King directly before we both started to laugh at our little running joke between us. Out of the corner of my eye I see the Queen rolling her eyes at us both whilst we laughed some more at her reaction, “are you two ever going to over this joke?” She says in an annoyed but slightly amused tone, both me and the King shook our heads in unison replied “nope”. She then walked up to me so gracefully like she was floating on the ground and not just walking pulling me into a hug before letting me go to sit down on the sofa next to her and the King. ‘She is stunning’ I thought to myself as I looked in the direction of where both are sitti