Saturday Story 2025 #9 (The Black Queen: Legend – Part 14)
This unique take on the world of The Black Queen continues today on my Patreon. This tale plays with the ideas of the original stories and turns them upside down in unexpected ways. It will be a long multi-parter with plenty of surprises along the way. Synopsis below:
When Jeremy is tasked with writing a piece about an erotic urban legend, he discovers some truths are better left buried.
Laura confronts the Black Queen in a digital world she created. Who will emerge victorious? Please enjoy.
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An excerpt is available below:
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The world around Laura dissolved into a void of blackness, the only sounds the faint hum of the helmet’s circuitry and the distant echo of Jeremy’s protests. She tried to move, to struggle, but her body was unresponsive, rooted to the spot.
The darkness was absolute, a suffocating shroud that pressed against her skin, making it hard to breathe. Then, faint outlines began to materialize, shapes that grew sharper, more defined, until the world around her resolved into something that was both familiar and alien. She blinked as the reality of her surroundings dawned on her.
She stood in a grand, opulent hall, its walls lined with towering mirrors that stretched endlessly, reflecting images that seemed to ripple and distort as if they were alive. The floor beneath her feet was made of polished black marble and the air smelled of roses even though there was none in sight.
Chandeliers hung from the ceiling, their crystals refracting light into a kaleidoscope of colors that danced across the walls. But it was all wrong. The beauty of the hall was marred by an eerie stillness, a lack of warmth that made the space feel more like a tomb than a place of splendor.
“Welcome, Laura,” a voice purred, its melodious tones bouncing off the mirrored walls and filling the room with a haunting resonance. It was a voice she recognized, yet in this space, it seemed transformed – deeper, and more resonant. An undercurrent of amusement threaded through the words, creating an uncanny echo that sent an involuntary shiver racing down her spine.
She spun around, her heart thumping in her chest, and there she was. The Black Queen stood at the far end of the hall, her figure outlined against the soft glow of the chandeliers above. She wore a deep, inky black gown that sparkled as if encrusted with countless tiny stars. On her head, rested a tiara adorned with purple jewels. It emitted a spectral glow that sent a sharp pain through Laura’s eyes, forcing her to squint.
“Where am I?” Laura demanded, trying to keep her voice steady. She took a step forward, but her legs were heavy, as though the floor itself was resisting her movement. The mirrors reflected her distress and amplified it, each image weighing down on her troubled mind.
“You are where you need to be,” The Black Queen replied, her lips curling into an inviting yet terrifying smile. “This is your new home. A place where you will learn, grow, and become something greater than you ever imagined.
Laura shook her head. “This isn’t real. You’re playing some kind of mind trick on me.”(…)
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