Ghost Queen Novels & Stories

I tense as Angel disentangles herself from me and steps up to her impostor. "I am the Queen of all supernatural beings, the Ruler, the all-powerful ruler of the Dead, and most importantly – I. Am. Ambrosius's. Mate." She seethes in the bitch's face before hovering off the ground. Dark cloud took over the sky, thunder roared, and her eyes began to glow in a frightening hue. What the hell? "Was she bad?" Hunter asks from the porch. He saw that! "She was trying to steal your daddy, baby. Grey, take care of it, please."

"Girl, are you the one who threw that stick? From which Ye lineage are you? What an evil spawn! How dare you be rude to our most important guests?! Hurry, kowtow and apologize! For offending His Highness Qing, leave behind a leg before you scram!" Qing? What is that? Not even a Tian(1) would make her bat an eye. Talking about backgrounds, excuse me you ignorant blob, she is a Hun(2)! Even an immortal would tremble and pee his pants at the thought of offending a Hun! You even dare ask for a leg?

Under normal circumstances, I would’ve brought a larger team. These weren’t normal circumstances. The more people involved, the greater the chance of information leaking. And right now, I trusted very few people. Cross & Sons Funeral Home sat near the end of a deserted block. The building looked abandoned from a distance. Most of the windows were boarded up, and years of neglect had left the brick exterior stained and cracked. A rusted sign hung crookedly above the entrance, swaying slightly whenever the wind picked up. It looked dead. Which made it the perfect place for ghosts to hide.

I headed for the edge of the forest, where the sulfur smell of the green smoke still lingered. "I know you're still here," I said to the shadows. "Come out." The wind swirled, and the hawk with the glowing green eyes descended from a gnarled oak tree. It shifted, its feathers melting into a tattered green robe. A woman stood there—or at least, something that looked like a woman. Her skin was the color of moss, and her eyes were empty emerald pits. "The Queen mother returns," she hissed. "Has the King’s heart finally faltered?"

Damn! “To kill a vampire,” I say, deciding to go with the truth. “You don’t need the scythe for this.” “Queen scorpion, this is not an ordinary vampire. This one is an ancient one. He made a pact with Hades, so he can’t be killed with normal weapons. I have tried this multiple times.” The Queen opens her mouth to speak, but another scorpion that looks like a scholar comes and says something in their language. At first, the Queen frowns, but as the scholar keeps talking, a smile appears on her lips.

After breakfast, Darina reported for her training, and the queen greeted her with a bitter smile, ready to humiliate her. "My dear, I see Royal etiquette has already overwhelmed you since you’ve started dining only at the pack house." "Not at all, Your Majesty. I simply want to understand the pack better." "Very well," the queen said through gritted teeth. "Surely you didn’t manage to read all the books I sent you." "I read them all." "Great," the queen said, clearly surprised but unconvinced. "Then I hope you don’t mind a little quiz. What was the name of the first werewolf queen?" "Gaia."

"What the hell is that?" "Test subject." Veronica's voice was flat. "R-series. Early-stage corruption without genetic modification." The creature's head tilted, nostrils flaring as it scented the air. Then its neck twisted—too far, bones audibly cracking—until it faced me directly. Its mouth stretched into what might have been a smile on a human face. "Queen..." The word bubbled from its throat, thick with fluid. "She... comes." My blood went cold. Angela raised her gun, aiming at the creature's head. "Get back."

I shook my head as I pulled my phone out and watched her and Heth come into the house and make some lunch. She had developed into a beautiful woman. Her long black hair hung down to her perfect ass. She had put some red highlights in it and I loved it. She stood at five eight but she was the perfect height for me. Her eyes though they really caught your attention. They were like the perfect shade of blue I have ever seen. When I stared into them I have to pull myself back or I would be lost in them. I closed the app on my phone and put it back in my pocket. Heth truly was the only person I did trust with her. He knew my dirty little fantasy's about making her mine. I knew he would protect he

Subtle, but I notice everything. Klaus de Luca. He didn’t see me as he entered a room alone. I didn’t hesitate. Silently, smoothly, I followed. The door was just starting to close when— CRASH! A vase flew at my head. I ducked instinctively, the ceramic shattering against the wall behind me. I straightened slowly, blade already drawn. Then I heard his voice. Low. Calculated. “So... you’re the Ghost Knife. The woman with no past. No future. Who sent you ? .”

She broke into laughter. "She's not Luna yet." "An abomination such as that can't be Luna." "She probably asleep, who cares." The queen replied. Her daughter chuckled nervously, she was fumbling the hem of her dress. The white haired she wolf stood beside them like a prop. Mad dog was at the buffet, eating all his stomach could house.