Vampire Queen Book Novels & Stories

Conri finished off for the warrior as the warrior nod his head vigorously. Conri’s head suddenly turned to me with a deep frown on his face, seeming confused himself. “ Areli…” He trailed away, my eyes on him, wanting him to just spit it out for crying out loud. “ The Vampire queen is a werewolf.”

I asked the other servants about Kingdom Edington, and I was disheartened to find out that many children and women were being killed because they were useless. Also, the natural resources in that kingdom are decreasing. WHAT THE HECK IS MICHAEL DOING?! I realized that I had to get what once was mine. The kingdom of Edington is mine. I'll be avenging all the people and werewolves that were ruthlessly killed. I got more than I needed to know. And now, I've already made up my mind. _ Days after the death of Queen Valeria, the queen of Sparta, I was immediately made queen. All the citizens of this kingdom were aware of everything I had been doing, so they had no doubts and made me their queen.

"We really have to get moving. Now present. But before we could even raise him, the room began to sound like approaching feet. I turned just in time to discover another person—one I never would have seen again—walking through the door. The voice was calm yet possessed with authority. frozen. Regular. My body appeared light as I was dropped to the earth. Though I scarcely noticed, pain rocketed my arms. Looking up, right into Valeria's ice-blue eyes, my brain reeled. The queen vampire vampire is a vampire. My blood arrived icy. Lucas tensed next to me, his breath coming in shallow, short trousers. Gideon's blood still soaked his shirt, and his hands clasped firmly enough to make his knuckles

"I almost wish things were different. That we were meeting under other circumstances. You would have liked me, before Dante destroyed everything." He poured himself another whiskey, raising it in a mock toast. "To Arabelle Moretti-Valerio. The Queen who doesn't know she's playing the wrong side of the board." He drank. "But you will soon enough. And when you do, this whole game changes." Outside his window, the city lights twinkled innocently. Somewhere in that city, Arabelle was probably celebrating her victory. Probably in Dante's arms, feeling safe and loved and powerful. Enjoying the calm before the storm.

The very stone beneath their feet seemed to tremble beneath the force of it. Aliyah did not move. The Shaman lowered the crown and placed it gently on her head. The weight of it landed softly, but its meaning struck hard. Queen. When the Shaman stepped back, the silence shattered. The voices around her rose louder. A thousand howls joined as one. It was a cry of loyalty, a song of the old ways. Aliyah stood tall beneath it all, the crown gleaming against her dark hair. She was now Queen of the Lycans.

Lucien roared. “They’re not wolves,” Ava said, eyes glowing. “They’re nightmares.” —THE BLOOD QUEEN’S GIFT A scream split the sky. Not Ava’s. Hers. The Blood Queen descended on a stormcloud of darkness, cloaked in bone and crimson. Her silver eyes locked on Ava across the battlefield. “This was only the first taste,” she called. “Next time, I come for your throne.” Ava hurled a blade—but the Queen vanished into mist, laughing.

“Don’t you dare.” He kissed me, hard and savage, as if imprinting my soul to his forever. “Stay. I need you alive to defend him if I fail.” Before I could respond, another figure stepped from the shadows. My breath caught. “Rhea,” I whispered. The vampire queen smiled faintly, fangs glinting in the candlelight. Her platinum hair poured over her black velvet robe like moonlit silk. “You will not win this war alone, Alpha.” Lucian’s eyes narrowed. “What’s your price?”

She reluctantly sat there, looking at the Goddess in front of her. "Give me your hand," Hecate offered, showing the girl her upturned palm. She placed hers in it, a little surprised at the coldness meeting her skin. "You are grieving. Your heart has been broken by the vampire," the Goddess' voice sounded ominous and powerful, suddenly coming from all around her. Diana's breath hitched in her throat. The Goddess wrapped her hand around hers, her sharp and black nails quickly sinking into Diana's skin like tiny blades, drawing blood. Diana let out a pained mewl, eyes widening with alarm.

"The Unwanted Queen rejected by the Lycan King. She is my future wife and I am ready to accept the King's Lycan anger." A lycan will no longer want to return to his ex-mate if she is touched by the werewolf. Or he will kill the werewolf as a sign that the possession is over. Zoris couldn't match the strength of a Lycan king like him yet. He's bound to lose and I won't let that happen. I don't want her to be the daughter-in-law in this house. Because she will be the queen of my life. Stupid Angelo! Why could Zoris let her go from my nightclub?!

The wound left by the stab had already healed, leaving behind only a small scar. “You want to mess with my mind? Play with me, huh?” She continued grumbling as she changed into more comfortable clothes. “Great! This lady will show you what it takes to play a real game. She will beat you so hard that you won’t be able to show your face in the entire Lycan Kingdom.”