The Red Queen Tv Series Novels & Stories

"Sitting up there like she’s a queen! She probably spent the last of her rented money to sit in that box with no jewelry on her neck. How pathetic!" The chime of a silver bell cut through the chatter. On the center stage, the master auctioneer stepped behind a marble podium. Two security guards in white gloves carried out a bulletproof glass display case lined with dark black velvet. Under the sharp spotlight, the centerpiece was revealed. A collective, breathless gasp filled the entire opera house. It was the Crown Emerald. A flawless, fifty-carat, untreated Colombian emerald cut into an imperial teardrop, surrounded by a cascade of three hundred rare pink diamonds. The stone burned with an

He opened it and poured the deep red wine into a stemmed glass set before her. Sarah reached out to stop him. “Mr. Adrian, I don’t drink…” But Adrian brushed her hand aside, and the stemmed glass filled with the deep red wine was placed in front of her without further ado. Sarah found herself in a bind—she was still wary of the scandalous events from the night before, yet she didn’t want to lose face in front of Adrian. Adrian’s almond-shaped eyes fixed on her, his intense gaze sending constant flirtatious signals her way.

I shook my head as I pulled my phone out and watched her and Heth come into the house and make some lunch. She had developed into a beautiful woman. Her long black hair hung down to her perfect ass. She had put some red highlights in it and I loved it. She stood at five eight but she was the perfect height for me. Her eyes though they really caught your attention. They were like the perfect shade of blue I have ever seen. When I stared into them I have to pull myself back or I would be lost in them. I closed the app on my phone and put it back in my pocket. Heth truly was the only person I did trust with her. He knew my dirty little fantasy's about making her mine. I knew he would protect he

; she roared. “Sure my lady!” He bowed respectfully and left. “I have been breaking stereotypes since my childhood, I had made every impossible thing possible, I have excluded the word impossible from my words bank then how could this be impossible? I will be the queen of “The Kingdom of Shades”. I will change this kingdom one day. I will eradicate all the darkness from it and make it the kingdom of rising. It will be just bright and powerful like the sun rise. I want everything, everyone under my Lead. The Lead of werewolf Queen. The queen who would be loved and adored by all. The queen will be just like her wonderful mother but she will not be weak like her who couldn’t fight her fate and

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.

he rasped. A second figure stepped forward, her eyes glowing red. “Then it begins.” “She will come for the others,” the first one said. “And when she does, we’ll be ready.” He grinned, revealing rows of sharp teeth. “The Queen of Supernatural has risen. And soon... she’ll kneel.”

“What else is required?” Celena raised her staff; the blood-red crystal pulsed once more. “The covenant demands a final sacrifice, blood of the Queen by her child’s side. Only then can this world be spared from the unraveling curse.” A gasp rippled through the host. Angels trembled, their silver feathers quivering. Wolves growled low in their throats. Soldiers shifted uneasily under the moon’s pale gaze. Nyra’s pulse thundered. She pressed a finger to her scar, feeling the threefold runes flare in warning. “You mean her?” she whispered, voice breaking.

I was lost in my thoughts when Damien decided to speak. "What is it now? You're doing it again!" "What am I doing?" "Zoning out and acting like no one's around..." That was indeed extremely awkward. "I was thinking..." "About what?" He questioned, and once again, I found myself lying. "About the ritual..." Although I wanted to tell him about my mother, I just couldn't. "Who decides who survives the rituals and who doesn't?" "The Queen of werewolves!" He answered without even thinking. It was an obvious answer, but it didn't satisfy my curiosity. So I asked again.

'What is it? ‘Something she's told me bothers me,’ Raven admitted honestly. ‘She has told me how much responsibility weighs on her as a red queen. She has also become afraid of that strong magic after all events. It hasn't even been a year since she didn't know about magic. She actually misses being a normal teenager. ‘ ‘Fiercely,’ growled Wolf understandingly, ‘luckily she has you.’

She held her breasts, rubbing them upwards and downwards agaisnt his manhood many times and occasionally licking the tip of his manhood. Alaric had had enough of the tension and so he took her and threw her on the bed , ripped her panties off and inserted his manhood into her private area. He kept thrusting very hard continuously and this made the red haired shout and moan with pleasure. They were moving their bodies in sync and Alaric kept thrusting deeper and deeper till they both released at the same time. The red haired got on top of Alaric and started riding him. "You're damn good at riding, I should probably keep you", Alaric told the red haired " You sure should" ,she replied as she c