Victoria Aveyard Red Queen Series Novels & Stories

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.”

Zeus, Moon, Dabria and Ocean were listening to him excitedly. "While on the other side, the vampire queen was totally opposite. Her name was Queen Victoria. She was also mateless. Queen Victoria was as her own name. Victoria! She also never lost any of her battles. But she never used any weapons to win the wars. Her words were her greatest weapons. She was wise and bold." Alpha David kept on going with the story. The whole time, he was staring at Zeus and Dabria. As if he was telling the tales specially to Zeus and Dabria.

Valia’s scream tore from her throat until it fractured into hoarse silence, and even the dragons in the crowd recoiled. Huverdra rose from his seat, golden aura flickering. “Enough, Segrenry—” But the Red Queen only laughed, wild and hollow. “You wanted mercy for her?” she smirked. “Here is mercy.” her voice dropped, an icy low. She drew her ceremonial dagger and dipped it into the pot of dragonsbane beside her. The metal shimmered with a venomous sheen, deadly and deliberate. Then she began.

I released my magic and Eoin fired several himself. "You're all so pathetic, you insult me.I'm the queen and shall rule everyone of you," Victoria cackled and Rai cursed as he swung his cloak blocking us all. He leaned over and growled coarsely,"She's siphoned more witches. Your powers are strong Ayira but she's got the strength of at least twenty others, go somewhere safe." Viktor shook his head and told Rai that Victoria being the current one residing on the throne of this section gives her the knowledge of all the reaper's locations. "None of us are safe anywhere in the veil," he growled menacingly. Rai rubbed his eyes and gritted his teeth.

Narrowing her eyes in a silent snarl, Victoria retorted, "Don’t you dare try to drive a wedge between me and my kin. Klein is my blood-brother; every hunt he leads is for the glory of my name. Why would a Princess of the Ridge listen to a nameless stray over her own litter-mate?" Avery met Victoria’s icy glare with the steady gaze of a seasoned predator. Her device hummed, translating her thoughts into a clear, calm chime: "Deep down, your wolf already scents the rot in his words. I didn't come to this infirmary to challenge your rank. I never sought a blood-feud with you, nor do I care to drag you before the Council for your past transgressions. I don't know what ghost you’re fighting when

Avery emerged from the shadows with a calculated fragility, her palms framing the heavy swell of her womb. Victoria met her with a smile that was all predator, no sister. "So, my instincts were sharp as silver," Victoria remarked, her voice a low purr. "White is actually Hudson, isn't he?" Avery’s muscles locked, her pulse drumming a frantic rhythm against her ribs, though she kept her expression as cold as a winter moon. "I have no idea what madness you’re howling about," she countered.

The moment I turned my head to glance at the figure behind me, he pinned me against the wall and glared deep into my eyes. "Let me go!! What the hell are you doing?" I hissed at Tony as he clasped my hand roughly and pinning me against the wall. "Why? Didn't this tempt you? A fiery one with blazing red hair, I knew something had been wrong with her. You call death around you because you are a witch. Do you know what I learned today when I went to a ghost town? Stay away from a woman who has blood red hair." He was whispering harshly in my ear.

Failure… invites retribution beyond mortal endurance. Raven traced the words with a trembling finger. Her pulse thudded in her throat—silent to her ears, but she felt every beat. Vampires. Victoria. The king. She closed the book. Pressed it to her chest. Her life might depend on these pages. On whether she could master them before the king decided her fate. On whether sanctuary turned to cage… or worse. She lay back on the velvet. Stared at the ceiling where faint crimson runes pulsed like distant heartbeats.

Then she looked at the reflection—the living echo she had created. “You were her once,” the Queen said softly. “Now, you will be her undoing.” --- Back in the Red Vale, Alya stood at the war table, unaware of the storm approaching. Her fingers traced old maps, eyes focused on strategy, duty. Lucien entered quietly, offering her a mug of tea. “You didn’t sleep,” he said. She didn’t answer. But the circles beneath her eyes did. He moved behind her, resting a hand on her shoulder. And for a moment, she leaned into him.

Dark marble decorates the walls leading out of the elevator. The sound of approaching heels draws my attention to the open living room. I let out a chuckle as Mary’s face droops when she sees me and not Levi. That sneaky vampire has been trying to weasel her way into Queen of the Demon Realm for over a century. Her eyes turn to Andrew with interest as she eyes him from his head to his toes. A growl erupts from me. “MINE!” She nods her head in fear and quickly walks towards the elevator. “Please enjoy your stay with us Ruth.” The doors close, leaving me alone with Andrew’s smirking face.