All Chapters of A Queen Among Darkness: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

As I lay in the grass letting the world melt away and time pass by, my head is suddenly filled with broken images. I see two large wolves struggling to keep their wolf form. They’re running I think… through woods. I try to latch onto the images and piece them together, but they continue to slip in and out of focus. I can see a group of people dressed in black and their faces covered as they chase the two shifters with guns raised. My eyes snap open and my fingers dig into the soil beneath me. Fucking venators. I’m still not at one hundred per cent, but I’m far more improved than I was a few hours ago. Definitely improved enough to take on a few lousy humans. I get to my feet and snap my fingers, replacing my maxi dress with simple jeans and a short-sleeved turtleneck and sneakers. Much more appropriate. I stretch my hands out letting my magic flow through my hands as they begin to glow that shade of purple I know and love. I feel my eyes change and as they do, I push my energy forwar

What the hell is wrong with this woman?! What kind of person can care so little about the lives of others to the point they’d happily let them die? What kind of parents intentionally raise their child to be like that? It’s utterly appalling. “Do you really want me to answer that?” She sighs as she puts her toast down. “I think I already know the answer. So why did you bother helping me? I’m a filthy monster, so why not let me bleed out like you would so many others? What makes me so special huh?” I question, my words getting angrier by the second. Her brows dip into a frown as she purses her lips, “I don’t know,” she mumbles. So I’m right to assume she’s just reacting to the influences of the bond. She’s acting without thought, doing things she normally wouldn’t, but if she wasn’t under the bond’s spell she’d have slit me from ear to ear by now. “You’re the one who said I’m stuck here until you’re strong enough, so maybe I just figure it’s in my best interest to let you get healthy

I was always so proud of our origins, but as it turns out the story I grew up with about Gaius was nothing more than a fable. What is it they say? He who holds the pen controls history. Supernaturals hid in the shadows, hiding from humans and Gaius took advantage of that. He wrote their story and painted them as monsters breaking into our homes and killing us, but that wasn’t true. They were people like Isolde who just kept to themselves or tried to help others and then we came along and snuffed their lives out without a care. I believed in a bedtime story and have even killed over that belief. I’m actually starting to think I’m worse than Mateo. Mateo never gave a shit about our legacy, he just killed because he liked it. He wasn’t pretending or deluding himself. He was himself at all times. But me? I buried my head in the sand and believed whatever company line I was sold. I deserve to be tortured like all those people Mateo hurt. I hear the sound of the front door open and click

I exit my room and make my way upstairs to my library. I hear Valeria quickly catch up to me, which isn’t hard given how slow I’m moving right now. We make our way to the third floor, enter the attic, and I watch as Valeria’s jaw hits the floor. I chuckle at the expression on her face.“What is this place?” She asks in awe.“My library,” I shrug.She looks at me like I’ve grown two heads, “I’ve seen libraries. This isn’t a library. It looks more like an astronomy tower or something,” she argues, walking further in and looking up at all the ceiling that depicts our galaxy in motion. The room is circular, with a large open rotunda in the middle that has my desk, though it’s a bit of a mess right now. Bookshelves overflowing with books line the walls and several desks are scattered around the room. Okay so it’s more like astronomy meets an apothecary.“Well, it’s my library,” I say as I walk over to a shelf and look for a jar of bloodroot. I grab a pouch from a nearby desk and place the

As I watch Isolde leave the room I can’t help but stare at the two vam… sanguidaes. Okay, that’s going to take some getting used to. For thousands of years, this woman has carried the guilt of what she did to her sister, to the point she’d let herself go crazy and suffer in pain because feeding just reminds her of what she did. No one would choose this life. They may be supernatural, but they’re not monsters, not in the way I’ve been using the words all these years. Henet didn’t kill by choice, I have. Which makes her far more innocent than me. I can’t believe how much my world has changed in less than twenty-four hours. Yesterday I believed I was living a noble life, fighting a great cause that spanned thousands of years. Protecting mankind from supernatural forces, only to realise I was killing innocent people, maybe even defenders of mankind. I’ve always walked with blood on my hands, and I can’t believe I used to be proud of that fact. Now it disgusts me. “I hope you know how rem