Page 1 of Hell's Queen

My eyes lock as I see my blood dripping onto the pavement, my head spinning at the pain.

A hand lifts my chin and makes me look at them. A Soul Reaper from the Grim Reaper’s Academy stands before me, a smirk curling his lips. “Wouldn’t it be so good to feel royal pussy?”

My jaw tightens, but I stare at them. His disgusting hellhounds are giggling like fucking schoolgirls. The taste of iron fills my mouth with saliva, and I spit it at them.

It clips the reaper’s mouth, making him go silent. It is satisfying to watch the smile just slip off his face. He blinks at me, standing. “She’s feisty like they said she would be.” In a flash, he reels back and punches me again in the face.

A cry leaves my throat as my head whips to the side. I hear a buckle clanking, and I glance through my half-swollen eyes and see he’s casually unbuckling his pants in the alleyway we are in.

I only left Hell a year ago, and I know for a fact that my father would never send these men after me. He would send someone I knew, or someone he knew would never hurt me like this. This was the academy’s and maybe the other council members doing. However, I doubt they knew the student would be a “Chester the Molester” and the hellhounds would side with him.

Assholes.

I sit up against the wall, arms shaking. My training hasn’t paid off, especially when I’ve forgotten it. You would think the Princess of Hell could remember something that would protect her.

On earth, I’m not the princess. I’m just Asura.

Finally, the reaper frees himself, and I can’t help but giggle. I see why he would have to force someone to sleep with him. It is very… lackluster. Micro, anyone?

His brows pull together, and he pulls back a fist again. But in a flash, the four are getting rushed by someone fast and dangerous.

I glance up to see the reaper about to get bit by Draco. I need to move. As quickly as I can, I climb to my feet. Pain radiates through me, making me cry out and stumble. I put up a fight, but I doubt they feel the same pain I was in.

Finally, I make it from the alleyway and bump right into someone’s hard body. I curse through gritted teeth before looking up.

Draco… stands before me, smirking and flashing his fangs. “Hello, darling.”

I throw a punch, and he grabs my wrist and twists. The pop screeches through the air, and I barely recognize it’s my wrist that he popped out of place. Then he reels back and punches me in the face.

My ass hits the ground, cuddling my arm to my chest. I feel weak, and I know I’m outnumbered, and now I am faced with vampires with more strength than a hellhound. I look up, seeing him smile wickedly.

“What do you want with me?” I spit out, blood running down my chin.

He inhales deeply. “Human, just as I expected.”

I swallow. I’m not human; I am a half-demon, although my demon side is only kept alive by Circe, who is out of commission. Of course, the only time I need her.

“I want the throne…I want to suck your blood until you are drained and lifeless.” He kneels before me. “I want to kill your whole fucking family for what they did to the Blood Clan. I want you to suffer and watch all your loved ones fucking die as your dad did to mine.”

“Your father helped let out souls. Do you not understand how dangerous that could be?”

Nodding, he reaches behind his back and pulls out a gold piece. “Do you know what this is?”

“I don’t know.” I frown as I squint at them, “Maybe the gold chocolate coins you get during Saint Paddy’s Day?”

He stares at me, unamused.

I think I’m funny, but I guess to a thousand-year-old vampire, their sense of humor is as dry as their skin.

“The sword of—” he starts, but he’s cut off by Thorne appearing beside him and kicking him halfway down the street.

I swallow, still tasting that yummy blood. Thorne is the heir to the Blood Clan, as he’s the oldest and could be worse than Draco. Yet, he looks at me, cupping my cheek. “You’re internally bleeding.”

I blink at him. I didn’t feel like I was internally bleeding.

He scoops me in his arms, despite looking like a frail, old, pale vampire. He carries me like I weigh nothing. “Let’s get you out of here,” he mutters into my hair, and with a wave of heat rushing over me, we disappear into the shadows and travel away. Within seconds, we are at his destination. He sets me down and turns on the light in the room. I’m on a huge bed, staring at a matte black chandelier.

Draco kneels beside me, tilting his head. A smirk ran across his lips as his black eyes beat down on me. Blood residue is still on his lips, fangs flashing at me. He had tasted his brother Thorne’s blood, resulting in him sitting right in front of me. He was in the faeworld, almost finding me instantly because of the blood-bond Thorne and I have. “Hello, darling,” Draco said, a smirk curling his lips.

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