The Veiled Queen Novels & Stories

she said and burst into a fit of tears. "Are you sure you were not imagining things and you had actually seen the queen eat the heart of your husband?" I asked, just to be sure. "My king, I swear by the power of the moon goddess and any other power that there is. The Queen is a witch, a wicked and very deadly one. She cares about no one and only wants to get the silver wolf so that she can end the wolves..." Her words faltered out in my ear when I heard her mention the silver wolf.

"Fill in any amount you want." Helen stared at Nathaniel in disbelief. Her eyes were red rimmed. "I became your mistress when I was 20, and now you're abandoning me? You're abandoning Nelson? What about your mother? Nelson's her only grandchild!" "And I've given you money. Our relationship is nothing more than a transaction! I'll handle my mother. In the meantime, think about how much money you want. You won't walk away with nothing, but you won't walk away with the things you want either. I don't have it in me."

She belonged to him in the way only obsessed people belong—by proximity, by devotion, by hunger disguised as loyalty. By the third day, I noticed something: Whenever Damien’s name was praised, Violet’s posture shifted. Pride. Possession. Like she owned the reputation she was protecting. That night, when Violet left, I went back to my room and pulled out Katherine’s autobiography. I read slowly. And I found a line that made my blood run cold: Some people smile beside him because they want what he has. Some people smile beside him because they want what he is. I stared at the page until my eyes burned.

Damien replied quietly. "I don't think she is." The doors opened completely. A lone woman walked into the chamber. Tall. Graceful. Her silver-white hair flowed down her back, untouched by age. A dark cloak rested over her shoulders, embroidered with the emblem of the Order of the Eclipse. Across her left eye ran a long, faded scar. But it was her violet eyes that held everyone's attention. They were unnaturally bright. Filled with intelligence. And absolute certainty. Behind her, dozens of armed members of the Order entered the chamber.

“With their sharp senses and attentiveness, one learns to see what others overlook.” A long silence. Then the queen rose, gliding toward me. Her perfume was intoxicating with scents of roses, steel, and something darker. She stopped beside my chair, her voice soft enough that only I heard: “Be careful what you see, child. The last who stared too closely at the sun was burned blind.”

I see diplomacy and intelligence in him, and after my bride and I have left the land of the irregular wolves, he is going to do a good job ruling in our absence. And my bride, the unknown Queen, was beautiful enough; I used the word ‘enough’ because she wears a veil to cover her face. She was a moon worshiper, who had lived mostly all the years in her life in the moon temple. She was tall, had white hair, and had a nice voice.

I am utterly in awe of the beautiful creature in front of me. “Our mate.” Rohan mutters dreamily. “Our queen.” I agree.

There were some of my men already here. As I went up the stairs , I saw her… .. The woman with long curly black hair, with endowed curves. I froze, unable to move as I kept looking at her. She fought skillfully and powerfully. She had this blinding powerful aura to her, she moved like a skilled dancer, killing anyone who came her way. Two of the men who came with me ran towards her firing silver weapons but she dodged them like the speed of light. She stopped when all the men around her had been killed by her and it was I and the last man left. The man kept telling me that we should leave but I just froze looking her in the eyes.

“Still wet for Vale? We’ll change that.” Pera endured his touch, biding her time. The boat sped toward a large abandoned cargo ship in the middle of the lake Darius’s floating stronghold. Once aboard the massive vessel, they dragged her to a dimly lit cargo hold fitted with chains and cameras. Darius stripped the shirt off her completely, leaving her naked. “Chain her.” Cold metal cuffs locked around her wrists, suspending her arms above her head. Darius stepped close, his cock hard against her thigh. “Time to break you properly while Vale listens.”

"Wearing a crown. Coiled around a broken sword." Varek took one slow step back. Boots bolted to the floor. "That line is dead," Varek said. The words came out like gravel. "The Sovereign King and his wife burned in the Sector Four sweeps. Ten years ago. There was no child." "The girl is twenty," Tor said. Voice coming back now. Harder. Like he'd made a decision. "She grew up in Sector Four. She fights with the Sovereign form... you saw it yourself in the hallway. And her father isn't hiding from a shipping debt." Something moved in Tor's face. Something complicated and old and guilty. "He's a Royal Guard. He's been keeping her buried in the outer rim for ten years to keep her breathing."