The Wicked Queen Novels & Stories

"She's a cursed witch who brings nothing but misfortune! Look what she's done! She used black magic to bewitch the King and ruin us all!" The temple fell silent. Everyone stared at her in shock. In wolf law, slandering the Queen was a death sentence. "Are you insane?" her mate tried to pull her back. But she had completely lost her mind. "She's not worthy! A discarded bitch, what right does she have to stand there? What right does she have to be our Queen?" Her voice grew more shrill. "She will destroy the entire wolf race! She's a curse! A disaster!" I watched her performance quietly.

One wrong move, and I'd have an all-out war on my hands. But then again... if the Queen of the West could steal my clients right from under my nose, why couldn't I do the same? She was playing dirty, pulling my crowd, making a fool out of me. No one was above a little manipulation. I'd built my empire on ruthless decisions, and now was the time to remind everyone exactly who I was.

He has always been on my side, even when I’ve been very wrong about somethings and he has been sticking up for me with the King and Queen, trying to get them to give me a chance but I always seem to piss them off due to the wolf. I did think that we would be mates when we met as being 20 and 19 at the time was deemed a reasonable Lycan age to have found a mate, there are some Lycans who find their mates later into the twenties, but I didn’t want to be one of them. When me and Darius started dating, I happened to find my mate, who was some nerd at school with no muscles and to me wasn’t very good looking, so I rejected him after a few months of sleeping with him 1st due to the mate bond. I di

If he said she was the queen, she was certainly the queen. Vlad looks at the queen without hatred but with curiosity and even admiration. The last thing he expected was a she-wolf to have bigger balls than her husband's. All his senses told him that the queen's presence was the perfect trap to end the royal house of werewolves. The king certainly wouldn't stop coming to his queen's aid if Vlad used her to lure the mutt. With luck, even Julius and Romeo would come, and he would kill two birds with one stone.

Cesar doesn't like the games that Cordell plays, and it's clear on his face. "What are you getting at?" he growls, trying to hold himself together. Cordell walks over to me and strokes the side of my face. I want to turn and bite him but I remember the presence of the knife on my neck. "She promised to marry me, and father my children. But she lied and fucked you instead, becoming Queen of the Whores." "How dare you disrespect my wife!" Cesar booms, his accent layering on thick to the threatening words. His whole body begins to shake. It has been happening more and

It’s an illusion cast by Silas’s witch line. It was a well-known fact among the northern territories that the Ironwood Pack’s royal bloodline had spent generations mingling with the dark covens of the eastern marshes. Silas’s own mother had been a powerful seer, and the pack’s enforcers were notorious for using hexed silver and blood-charms to tracking their prey. What if Silas had found a way to forge a false mate bond? What if Victoria wasn't just a physical spy, but a living, breathing curse designed to bind his wolf, dismantle his defenses, and force him to his knees through magical manipulation?

“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.”

The ladies always love a piece of gossip, and one concerning the cold and aloof young Queen, who acts like she is better than everyone is too good to pass on. Xinyan cast her eyes to the other ladies waiting on her words eagerly and a sinister smile lits her lips as she speaks ill about her half sister. “She has always been odd, ever since she was young. I caught her once kissing a female servant.” “What!” Most of the females screech indignantly, disgust and disdain written over their faces as their opinion about the young queen grew dark. “She is so disgusting!” One lady spits with venom. “She deserves to be beheaded!” Another adds. “How can such a filth be our Queen,” someone else adds.

Surely there had to be a reason for his change. “I’m surprised that the king did not want to find out who killed them; instead he went and married that Duchess a few weeks later before imposing tighter restrictions on magic users. Any move would have caused us to be thrown in the dungeon and let’s not forget about the taxes just so we could use magic… what a king indeed” she said dully before shaking her head softly. This caused her tresses to move side to side, reminding Skye of leaves dancing softly in the wind. It was both hypnotizing and captivating to the eyes.

He didn’t look at me. Didn’t look at Ariana. He stared only at the witch. “But nobody steals from me. Especially not a dried up old witch.” “Dried up?” she laughed. “Take a proper look, cursed king. I am Victoria. The beautiful queen of the dark witches.” “Makeup hides a lot of filth,” Zayn replied lazily. “After I’m done with you, there won’t be enough powder in the world to hide what I carve into your skin.”