The Wicked Queen Novels & Stories

🌷 M O N G R E L 🌷 "Think like a queen. A queen is not afraid to fail. Failure is another stepping stone to greatness." .•●•. ⚘THE VENETIAN EMPIRE ⚘ "Bring her back!" Demetrius yelled at the top of his voice. "I can't!" Merlin snapped and stated, "she had to transform on her own, if she can fight it we'll have her back, if she can't then she's simply gone."

“Father, I don’t have time for your games.” My father looks over my shoulders and gives a disapproving look. “I see you’re sleeping with the help again.” “Excuse me!” “Henry, you need to-” I hear a door slam behind me and turn around and Penelope is no longer behind me. “That is no way to speak to my queen,” I fume, “I don’t care who you are, I will not tolerate people disrespecting my woman like that.” My father laughs, “Don’t be ridiculous Henry, you cannot possibly be considering that whore as your-”

No matter what Akari's father had said so far, or how abjectly he’d apologized, the queen's seemed determined to ignore his apologies and his pleas and remain insulted and livid with anger. The human woman, called Queen Beatrice, was wearing long, luxurious robes of some blue, silky fabric that rustled every time she moved. She was a blond. A very stunning woman who had to be around forty, but looked younger. She was pacing angrily in front of the her father's desk. Meanwhile one of the werewolf princes, Prince Nikolai, the intended groom, lounged negligently in a chair, looking supremely, outrageously bored. The king had six sons, and this one was one of them. Akari never could keep all the

"A self-proclaim werewolf like you will never win. In the end, darkness will vanish, and the light will reclaim everything that darkness once devoured. Like a dust in the wind!" "There is no need for me to argue about trivial matters, Queen Elizabeth. Besides, the fact that your King has lost against me proves otherwise. Do not try to resist if you want to see your two daughters alive!" Two werewolves held Queen Elizabeth by her shoulders and put handcuffs on her hands. Still, she yelled at King Abaddon as she could not contain her anger anymore. "What have you done to my two daughters? Where are they, ugly creatures?"

“Before I tell you, you must know that whatever the outcome, one thing is for certain. I will go down in flames or die trying to save us. We need to take every risk necessary to reach our endgame.” “And what exactly is our end game here, Leo?” Since the moment I first saw her, I have concealed a dark secret behind the facade of trying to be her hero. The heart of the now-defiant Queen may belong to someone else... But the truth is, Zeynep Volkov belongs to me and I will reduce cities to soot and ash to claim what is rightfully mine. No matter what it takes. I'll make her mine. If I have to wait... Kill for her...

My fingers curled into her coat, hot and thick, and her wolf leaned into me. A declaration. A claim. She might be Queen. But she was also mine. The gathered wolves stirred uneasily, whispers spreading in harsh, ragged voices. “Queen.” “Bloodline Queen.” “She killed him.” “She killed Aiden.” The Beta snarled from the dirt, spitting blood. “This isn’t finished. A queen is nothing without a kingdom. You can make us kneel, but you’ll never hold us.” Rayna lowered her head, a guttural growl rolling from her chest, deep enough to rattle bone. His wolf broke before him - tail tucking, ears flattening. He didn’t speak again.

"But you're not going to take my baby." The chamber grew colder. A fire lit behind the Watchers. An old flame, ancient and powerful. A figure stepped from it, wearing a crown made of gold and ash. An ancient queen. Scene 3: One of the ancient queens warns Nyla, “A mother’s love may blind you to the truth.” Her eyes were sharp, wise, and full of sadness. “You are brave, Nyla,” the queen said, voice like firewood cracking. “But also foolish.” I stared at her. “I’m doing what any mother would.”

And there have been many deaths in Thornhall. Two centuries ago, Queen Raelynn ruled with a beauty and cunning that could curdle the blood. When whispers of her husband’s infidelities reached her ears, she didn’t weep or plead. She retaliated. Thirteen women—his lovers—were dragged into the courtyard under the guise of being sorceresses. The Queen ordered their executions without trial, their cries echoing through the castle as axes fell and torches burned.

"Listen to me, little wolf. I am the Alpha, soon to be Alpha King. I lead the strongest packs in Nocturna. I need a Queen who can stand beside me, not a broken toy who crawls on the floor." My breath seized instantly. No the Moon Goddess can't be wrong. Where did I go wrong? "But the bond—" "The bond is a mistake!" he roared. The windows in the hall rattled. People flinched. "I, Kaelen Thorne, Alpha King of the Crimson Moon, reject you, Aurelia Viremont, as my mate and my Queen."