Victoria Aveyard Red Queen Series Novels & Stories

“Why are men always so stupid when it comes to women? Time and time again. Just remember Helen of Troy before you do anything stupid.” “I have an idea of how to keep her in line.” She set her glass down and crossed her arms over her chest. “Really? Let’s hear this idea.” I poured another glass before I gave her the name that would explain everything else. “Joseph Ingram.” After a moment of consideration, she smiled. “Not a bad idea.” Ariel followed me into the royal chambers with the proper equipment. London was in the second living room next to the balcony, reading a book she found on the shelf.

“When the time comes, you’ll have to choose, Ashlyn. Between love and balance.” I met her eyes, steady. “You already know which one I’ll pick.” Her lips curved into a sad smile. “Yes. I do. And that’s what scares me most.” We stood there until the first drops of rain began to fall, the storm building around us. Lechandray leaned against a tree, quiet for once, watching the two of us like she was witnessing something ancient and fragile. When the thunder cracked above, Serena pulled her coat tighter and said, “The Red Queen will come soon. When she does, everything will change.”

Soon her clothes became as well, her shoes becoming indistinguishable from the blackness surrounding her, so much so that she appeared to be wearing black robes instead. It took several more moments, as Victoria found herself trapped within the unsettling reality, a sudden realization struck her. The sensation of dread and the distorted surroundings were not the result of some external force or location—they were a manifestation of Sophia's manipulative magic. The Vampire Queen had delved into Victoria's mind, utilizing her own fears and vulnerabilities to trap her within a twisted illusion. With this newfound understanding, Victoria summoned her inner strength, determined to break free from

Xavier’s pupils dilate in horror under her hardened gaze and the other two shrink back, avoiding her eyes. “Oh, my queen,” I purr, pulling her into me. “I know I won the race but I would love nothing more than to watch you kill them yourself.” “Kill us?” Viktor cries, his hand actually clutching at his chest. I let out a dark laugh, “well, after I’ve had my fun of course. But don’t worry, you’ll be begging me to let Aurora kill you.” I glance at my queen who looks eager to end them, “and she will gladly do as I ask and rip out your hearts, one by one. Won’t you, my love?”

Though their features were beautiful, there was an eerie quality to them, their movements unnaturally smooth and precise. Roz arrived last, her entrance marked by a faint crackle of energy. She had opted for clothes this time—a sleek, form-fitting dress that clung to her curves like a second skin. Her silver hair spilled down her back in waves, and her violet eyes sparkled with defiance as she met Thanion’s gaze. Thanion’s voice was low, each word laced with quiet fury. “Chryson, explain to me how Roz was able to gain access to Persephone’s chambers.”

His soul shivered before breaking apart, the wind taking it away. Violet saw Olivia and Hestia pinned against the edge of the bridge. They held their heads and screamed. Dalyla's mania was taking hold. Raegan still had Rabiah distracted. Her razor-sharp gold talons raking at the dead queen. Violet rushed to the queen and gripped her shoulder. Flames bloomed before Violet's vision. Iridescent lilies made of blue and red fire. White-hot roses crowned her head, their petals searing her skin. A cry rose to her lips but Violet couldn't quite hear it—as if someone else was feeling her pain.

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

Her green eyes were bright and she had freckles sprinkled across her nose. "Well he may be on to something this time," I said with a smile as I began to ring them up. "Are you from around here?" The girl nodded. "Sort of. We just moved here. Hollow got a job at the palace, so we moved to be closer," she explained beaming with pride at her partner. The palace she referred to was for the vampire king. After the war, the entire world had been divided between the races, with the vampire and werewolves getting the largest amount of land. The vampire king had erected an enormous castle here in Jaarlstaor. My shop was about a ten minute walk from the front gates, in the downtown district of Mirial.

"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."

At the red line my people had drawn, all its swaps and dead zones, ending at a gray rectangle by the freight tracks where the woman who'd wanted one normal afternoon was tied up and waiting on a man who'd shaken my hand every morning for nine years. "Eight o'clock is his clock," I said. "We're not going to be on his clock." "You're thinking a breach," Darius said. "I'm thinking we go in before he's finished setting up. From the side he thinks is blind, because Vance told him it's blind. Using the exact hole in the net Vance is so proud of. And we take his queen off the board before he even knows the game started." I was already pulling the tactical case toward me, checking a load with hands