*Book 6* Gabriella is a no nonsense kind of woman. She loves deeply and fights for what matters to her. Her life was going along just fine, that is until she catches her boyfriend cheating on her. That should have been the worst of her issues, but soon a cheating boyfriend pales in comparison to being fated to a God, and a brooding one at that. Quickly Gabriella will be pulled into thousand year old drama and find out she is part of a prophecy that could potentially destroy the world depending on what choices she makes. How will this simple human handle carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders and a possessive God on her back? A Queen Among Gods is the sixth book in the Queen Among series. Characters and plot pots have been meticulously set up in previous books building up to this one. So, many events and terms in this book will not make sense if you haven't read the previous books. Here are the books in the series: A Queen Among Alphas - Book 1 Bite-Size Luna - A Queen Among Alphas Prequel A Queen Among Snakes - Book 2 Runaway Empress - A Queen Among Snakes Prequel (coming soon) A Queen Among Blood - Book 3 Whole Again - A Queen Among Alpha's spin-off A Queen Among Darkness - Book 4 Dark Vocation - A Queen Among Darkness spin-off (coming soon) A Queen Among Tides - Book 5 Valor, Virtue, and Verve - A Queen Among Tides Prequel Spin-off (coming soon) A Queen Among Gods - Book 6 A Queen Among Tempests - Book 7 (coming soon)
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And welcome to the 6th instalment in the main Queen Among series line-up.
Before you dive in, it is important to know that understanding terms, character names, and major climactic events in this book is dependent on having read books one to five before this, beginning with A Queen Among Alphas. Each book in the Queen Among series has been meticulously leading up to the climax of this book with events continuing into the upcoming 7th book.
While I welcome all readers to join these characters on their journeys and even encourage them to continue on with the next generation series releasing next year, I want readers to be able to have the reading experience they deserve, and reading this book before the others will impede that from happening.
Now, I can't make you do anything, but I hope you take this into consideration before you begin.
With that being said, on with the story!
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I don’t always get migraines, but when I do, I’m tempted to stab myself in the temple with a spoon and scoop out part of my brain in hopes that the torture will finally cease.
For as long as I can remember I’ve suffered from debilitating migraines. The funny thing is, is that, unlike most people, being exposed to light has never aggravated them, in fact, light seems to settle them down. I’ve been to every doctor and every specialist, had every test known to man and all I get is professionals with collectively hundreds of years of experience under their belt telling me that there’s absolutely nothing wrong with me. Sometimes I want to sink my fingers into their skulls and then shake their brains like a snow globe, and when they look up at me to tell me they are in pain, I can look down at them and tell them there is absolutely nothing wrong with them. Sadistic, I know, but hey, pain makes people crazy.
Here’s more information about me you didn’t ask for but are going to get anyway. My migraines always occur the day after I have one of my vivid dreams. This is going to sound crazy, but my dreams always end up coming true. Sometimes it’s something small, like a dream of a woman dropping a coffee at my local Starbucks, but the worst one was when I dreamt of my parents dying in a car accident. The night I had that dream, I leapt out of my bed, ran to their room, and begged them not to drive their car any time soon. They said it was just a bad dream and to go back to bed. But my dreams are never just dreams. The following day my parents were T-boned by a drunk driver and killed on impact. I was sixteen. I’m twenty-six now, but I remember that day like it was yesterday, and since then I don't ever question my dreams.
Today’s migraine was brought on by a dream last night involving my boyfriend of 2 years screwing my neighbour. I endured the migraine at work for as long as I could, but then used it as an excuse to head home. I don’t give a shit about the migraine, after twenty-six years of pain I’m fucking indestructible. No, I’m going home to catch the bastard in the act.
I stand in front of my door, bracing myself. I know what I’ll find, and yet part of me hopes it really was just a dream this time. Not because I’ll be devastated and heartbroken that the twat is cheating on me - nah, he can get his dick sawed in half with a rust handsaw for all I care. I just for once don’t want to feel like my dreams are going to earn me a one-way trip to the funny farm.
I slide my key into the lock and let myself into my loft and as soon as I enter I can hear the laboured moans of a woman who is definitely not me and the pleasured grunts of my soon to be ex-boyfriend.
“That’s it, baby. Fuck, ride daddy’s cock just like that,” I hear my boyfriend moan making me want to gag. Since when does he have a daddy kink?
I quietly enter the loft and slowly close the door being sure not to make a noise. I step over to the small kitchen to the right of the door and place my keys and bag gently on the counter. I then proceed to tie my long blonde hair up into a ponytail as I quietly retrieve the bucket I keep under the kitchen sink. I place the bucket in the sink, slowly turn on the tap, and let the bucket fill with water. I was going to fill it with boiling water, but I don’t want to end up scolding anyone and getting a lawsuit for hospital bills in the mail, so cold water it is.
As the bucket is slowly filling with water and I’m forced to listen to my boyfriend screwing another woman in my bed, I suddenly remember that viral trend from like 12 years ago. The Ice Bucket Challenge. With a malicious smile on my face, I go to the freezer, pull out the ice cube trays, and do my best to quietly empty all the ice into the bucket. Once the bucket is full I let the ice sit for a minute to really bring the water down to an appropriate freezing cold temperature.
After waiting impatiently, I carefully lift the bucket out of the sink, walk over to the stairs that reside over my entryway, and quietly carry the bucket up the stairs. I make my way to the upstairs landing which is actually my bedroom with an adjoining bathroom. I love my loft. It’s spacious with a huge floor-to-ceiling window and a vertical garden against the brick wall to the left of the window. Downstairs has laminated floors while upstairs has grey carpeting and a small window off to the far side. I apologise to my poor defenceless carpet for what I’m about to do, but it has to be done.
I step up into the bedroom getting a nauseating view of my fucking neighbour riding my boyfriend in MY bed. She’s really going to town, and I’m surprised she hasn’t thrown her back out. Mitchell is just laying back with his arms under his head like he’s the king of the fucking world, and I very much want to punch him in his smug face, but I’ll settle for making his dick shrivel.
Without them noticing me, I walk over and pour the ice water over them, smiling in satisfaction as my neighbour screams, climbing off Mitchell with the agility of a gazelle while Mitchell crawls back against the headboard screaming from the shock. My neighbour, also known as Julie, is trying to cover herself with her arms while she stands beside the bed shivering from the cold and looking wide-eyed and confused. For good measure, I tip the rest of the water onto Mitchell’s crotch, and I have to say, I’ve never seen a dick get so soft so fast.
“Sorry, you guys looked like you needed to cool down,” I say chipperly.
“What the fuck?! What the fuck is wrong with you?!” Mitchell shrieks, grabbing a dry pillow and holding it to his wrinkled dick while Julie wrangles up her clothes off the floor.
“Me? Absolutely nothing. Well, maybe my health. Since you clearly don’t wrap your dick while you fuck other women I guess I now have to go and get tested to make sure your disease-ridden crotch stick hasn’t infected me,” I say mockingly while gesturing to his dick.
“Are you going to let her talk to you like that? Just throw the bitch out,” Julie snaps indignantly.
“I’m sorry is there a reason your lips are flapping? Shouldn’t opening one set of them have been enough for one day?” I say cuttingly.
Her brown eyes glare at me between strands of her soaking-wet red hair, but I don’t find the drowned rat look to be very intimidating. Comical, but not intimidating.
“Mitch has wanted you out for months, he just didn’t want to hurt your feelings, but since the cat is out of the bag I think it’s time you get the fuck out of his apartment and out of his life,” she says haughtily, while throwing on her clothes with great effort as the fabric keeps sticking to the water on her body.
I look between the two and see Mitchell looking like he just wants the bed to open up a portal to hell like in A Nightmare On Elm Street and swallow him whole. I look from her to him and back and then clutch the metal banister as I burst with laughter. This sad, dumb bitch.
“What the fuck is so funny?” She snaps.
“Babe, I got this, but I think you should go,” says Mitchell, crawling to the end of the bed while still trying to cover his manhood.
“Me?! She’s the one who should leave! You told me you were going to dump her and kick her out, so do it!” She screeches like a banshee.
Tears pool in my eyes as I fall to my knees with laughter, “Stop. I can’t,” I say between laughing fits. I finally manage to get back to my feet and wipe the tears from my eyes. “It’s so pathetic it’s funny. You actually think he owns this place?” I ask in astonishment, before looking at Mitchell who can't seem to look at me. “So the only way to get women to screw you is to pretend you own property?” I snort, then look back at Julie, “I’ve owned this loft for five years and only known Mitchell for two. Do the math. He is not anywhere on the official paperwork; he doesn’t even pay rent because he has been unemployed for a year mooching off me. So honey, by all means, take him. You two can go and live together and get the fuck out of my apartment and it won’t be any skin off my nose,” I say happily.
Julie looks like someone just took a dump on her car and if I wasn’t such a classy woman, I might consider doing that, but honestly, she’s doing me a favour. She looks at Mitchell who can’t even make eye contact with her either.
“She’s full of shit right?” She asks.
“It’s complicated,” Mitchell says pathetically.
Julie lets out an obnoxious screech and starts slapping him, before storming down the stairs and out the door, slamming it behind her.
I walk down the front steps of the beach house, making my way across the sand and over to Jartre who continues to stare out at the horizon. I sense his anguish and guilt and if our bond were complete I’d probably be crushed by their weight. That’s the thing most people don’t realize about Jartre. Jartre feels everything far more intensely than others. His own emotions are a destructive force to himself and those around him. His love for Apaki nearly destroyed the world and then his love for me nearly did the same thing, only on a much larger scale. His guilt, disgust and shame birthed a new God and that has come with its own set of problems. I can’t blame Jartre for wanting to run and hide from his feelings all these years because it seems whenever he lets them out, someone gets hurt.“Are you going to keep standing there watching me?” he utters, not sparing me a glance.“I didn’t want to disturb you. Do you want to talk?” I gently ask.“I’m sure you already know what happened, so wha
I appear in a wide open, sparse living room surrounded by walls of stone and endless glass windows that look out onto an incredible mountainside from atop a hill with trees as far as the eye can see. The sound of the rain echoes around this somewhat hollow domain, each drop beating down on the glass ceiling and cascading down like a waterfall all around me.“What do you want, Jartre?”I look over to see Oshmin sitting at an oversized dining table, his head buried in his hands while flecks of golden glitter in his azure hair manage to twinkle in the light of such an overcast day. A simple whiff is enough to tell me Yildiz is here too, but as I pay closer attention I can feel her energy emanating from somewhere upstairs.“I’m sure you would love more than anything to throw me out, and that would be more than fair, but I’m hoping you’ll give me a chance to speak,” I say with all the confidence I can muster. I feel like a human child confronting their disappointed parent. It feels revolti
Instant relief washes over me when Gabriella finally appears. She crawls onto the bed, collapsing and snuggling up to me, wrapping her arms tight around my body and nuzzling against my chest, setting my body ablaze. I put the TV on mute, wrap my arms around her and plant a tender kiss on the top of her head.“How did it go?”“I knew it would be emotional but…that was even harder than I anticipated,” she exhales.I gently comb my fingers through her green locks as I tenderly run my fingers up and down her arm, her scent swirling around the room putting me at peace. “Did Fretez put up a fight?”She shakes her head, “No, she was very sympathetic and understood why I wanted to do this and said that ultimately it’s my decision and she no longer has a say on the matter. That alone is crazy to me. I mean… having the power to move the spirits of the dead from one plane of existence to another…it’s insane to think that’s something I can do now.”“And how did the young Alpha handle it?”“I thin
The tender moment is interrupted by the suite's buzzer, so I reluctantly free my hand from the mighty grip of my daughter and answer the door. I stand there, mouth agape, looking up at the 7’7” Goddess standing at the threshold of my suite. Dark, yet radiant forest green hair frames her face in long natural waves while her bright, silver eyes look down at me with apprehension.'What would a Goddess have to be apprehensive about?' Zara utters in astonishment, echoing my own thoughts.'Beats me, but a better question would be: why in the hell is a Goddess at my front door?''That is definitely the superior question,' Zara nods in agreement. 'What kind of God rings the doorbell?' Zara appears more lively than she has in weeks. I’m not the only one who lost both her parents. Just like me, the only things keeping her going are Ace and their pup.“I’m so sorry for just showing up like this. It’s Amelia, right?” she says hopefully. “Sorry, I mean, Alpha Amelia,” she quickly corrects herself.
As I look down into the bassinet, listening to the steady thumps of my precious baby girl, I lose count of how many emotions are running through me. My mum tried to brace me for how overwhelming having a baby is. She warned me that from one moment to the next I won’t know whether I want to laugh, scream or cry and she was right, but I still wasn’t prepared. However, the one thing she didn’t prepare me for was how to do this without her.Zara whimpers quietly in my mind as I look over at the framed picture by the television of my mum holding my daughter the day she was born, and I can feel the tears filling my eyes. She tried so hard to make herself look healthy and strong for her granddaughter that day. It’s such a beautiful, bittersweet photo. My mum’s radiant red hair almost cocooning my daughter, her thick black tufts a stark contrast against my mum’s red. Mum was so happy to meet her granddaughter and even though my daughter was fresh out of the womb, it’s like she knew what my mu
I place a glamour over my eyes just as Jartre taught me, allowing people to see my eyes as they once were and not as they are now. I figure this will make it a little easier to take in my new appearance. I wait until Wyatt steps out, then let myself into Derrick’s hospital room. I walk over to the bed and look down at my best friend, his hair damp with sweat and his face pale. He doesn’t deserve this, and I feel like a bad friend for not being there more for him lately because of all this supernatural drama.I quietly pull up a chair and sit down, reaching out and holding his hand between mine. Derrick slowly opens his eyes and looks over at me, first his brows furrow in confusion, but soon his eyes widen in disbelief as he looks me over.“Ella?”“Hey, you,” I say softly.“What…Is that a wig?” he asks in confusion.“Uh no.” I grab a strand of hair between my fingers and look down at it scornfully. “This is my real hair.”“You hate the colour green.”“Oh, I still hate the colour green,
“According to sources, the FBI is working with local law enforcement throughout the states of Oregon, Washington and Idaho to get to the bottom of this sudden wave of unexplained disappearances. Conspiracy theorists are going wild on public forums suspecting everything from alien abductions to human trafficking. As for the real cause behind these disappearances, authorities still have no leads on the matter.”I take in a deep breath, guilt strangling me as the news shows more faces of people who have been reported missing since the eyti were released. I allowed this to happen. Those people aren’t missing. They’ve been pulled into an unfathomable dark abyss, infected by the eyti set free from their prison and fuelled by the malice that lives within every human.The TV turns off and I look over to see Jartre getting up from the couch and making his way out to the patio, anger and frustration radiating off him in waves, rippling against the radiating pure white of his essram, now spotted
Whoever said exposure therapy was ideal for curing people of their fears was a sadistic fucking cunt.From the moment I met Gabriella, my greatest fear was that I would lose her. Whether it be at my own hands or due to her humanity. Nothing could have prepared me for what it would be like to feel her life slip away from mine; to feel her soul leave her body and to hold her corpse in my arms. That pain will haunt me for the rest of my life and as an immortal being, that means this ghost will be with me always.I look down at Gabriella as she sleeps peacefully on her bed, her mind needing to recharge from all that has overwhelmed it today. I can feel in my essram that she is still the same Gabriella at her core, but I can’t help still feeling a sense of loss. I carefully reach out, picking up a lock of her dark, forest-green hair and run it between my fingers. It has the same luminous quality Fretez’s always had, and yet it seems more intense to my eyes, perhaps because of what she is t
He holds his hands out in front of him, conjuring a giant ball of black energy and purple electricity. I watch as it draws darkness into itself, but then I notice where the energy is coming from. As I glance around to the barely recognisable field, I see the eyti getting pulled towards it. I don’t think he’s even aware of what he’s doing, but he’s using them to power up his attack, and that’s one thing I can’t let happen.I glance at Zarseti who gives me an encouraging nod. She told me to trust my instincts, and that’s what I’m going to do.I reach out through my mind, feeling for Merlos’ thoughts. Her eyes connect with mine when she senses the connection, quirking an eyebrow at me. 'Merlos, I need you to blind every mortal around us,' I say urgently through my mind.Her brows deepen in confusion for only a second when realisation fills her expression and her mouth quirks up into a smirk of approval. 'Now that, I can do.' With a disinterested wave of her hand, she fills the eyes of ev
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