Apple White Raven Queen Novels & Stories

Her wolf exploded forward in a blur of black and gold, fury unleashed. She hit the Hollow’s avatar with such force the ground split beneath them. Magic ripped from her in waves, raw and uncontrolled, black fire licking at her claws. The Hollow recoiled, its smoke searing at the touch of her flames. What...........what are you? Raven didn’t answer. She was the answer. Alpha Queen. Wrath incarnate. But the fire ate at her too. Each surge of power scraped her bones, tore at her lungs. She could feel it unraveling her from the inside, but she didn’t care. If it meant Ragnar lived, she would burn herself to ash.

what's up. Raven; I'm baking right now, can I call you later. in a bit love Caleb; okay . I'll call you in a bit or I'll come over. Raven switches off her phone and continues baking. she is baking Vanilla cake and is still considering whether to add a red velvet as red velvet is her mums favourite. Raven bakes one more than and finally goes to watch awae. Raven is not a big fan of binge watching but she completely fell in love with awae. she remembers almost immediately that she has to text Jane . She quickly goes to her I*******m and sees a couple of messages from Jane009

A massive silver moon wolf, larger than any werewolf in the hall, stood before them all. I lifted my head. My cold, silver gaze cut through the silent crowd and locked onto a single shewolf who stood frozen in place. Then I spoke. My voice came out crisp and ethereal. It carried unquestionable authority through every corner of the hall. "Carla," I said. "Why do you not kneel before your Alpha Queen?" My words shattered the silence. Chaos ensued in the hall. "The Silver Moon Alpha Queen. It's the legendary Silver Moon Alpha Queen!" "Oh my goodness! That mute! No, I mean, she's our Alpha Queen!"

Ronan is adamant and won't even let me talk. If eyes could kill, I could have suffocated under the boring, dagger-like stares of the werewolves I pass by. Their gazes cut through me like sharp blades, filled with scorn, like I have done something outrageous. Their scents mingle — bitter with disdain and thick with judgment. What’s going on? “I heard she disgraced the pack and disrespected her soon-to-be husband, Alpha Ronan of the Moondawn pack,” one of the female wolves staring at me says, her voice dripping with malice.

Aurora’s POV I walked back and forth anxiously at the entrance of the door. It was almost dawn, and I was impatiently waiting for any news, no matter how small of news it was. “Are you waiting for the apples?” Ava scoffed as she took a sip out of her bottle of water, “You used your royal seal for something this stupid, you could have just sent your worthless maid to go get it.” “She is just trying to show her power as queen,” Mother laughed, “Look how impatiently she is waiting for her apples and embroidery designs.”

The only person who could get her to tell the truth would be the Alpha if he were to command her to tell the truth. The Alpha Command is a power all Alpha’s hold over their pack members, except for the Luna. It forces the pack member to do as the Alpha says, and if they try to resist, it becomes painful. The only werewolf in the world with control over other werewolves outside their pack are royals.

Brandon lowered his head, pressing his lips against the warm skin behind Robin’s ear, his voice loud enough to echo in the private box: "The necklace is fifty million, Robin. But the queen wearing it is priceless." Up on the balcony, framed by diamonds and draped in emerald fire, Robin rested her hand over Brandon’s forearm, looking down at the ruined, terrified faces of Dane and Nicole below with a chilling, victorious smile.

“Cheers to the alliance of Raven Pack and Snowmoon. Now we can put those little Lakes where they truly belong,” Alpha Ruben Woods' words echo all over the orchard. Everyone turned to him with mixed emotions. They aimed to conquer lakes. They all wanted the small territory for their gains, but none have been bold enough to voice that out.

Taking a deep breath, my claws lengthen as my bones stretch and… There is warmth. Soothing. A promise of power. Of peace. “What is that?” someone shouts, pointing up. I turn my head, looking back at the castle. Eclipsing the moon, shining as bright as a falling star, is a female of incredible beauty, her red hair fanning around her like flowing rubies. If the goddess were to descend, I couldn’t imagine her to be any less beautiful. Apple. “I am the Witch Queen,” her voice booms as she hovers above us. “And you will all heel.”

“It is such a joy to see new faces at court. Should you need anything—advice, allies, company—I am most willing to offer my services.” Milicent, caught between propriety and discomfort, answered with a nod. “I thank you, my lady. You are most kind.” “Oh, don’t be so modest, Varkoness,” Scarlet replied with a light laugh. “Even new blossoms must find their place amongst the old. I shall help you settle in.” That remark pierced Ravena like a thorn. She bit into the apple she held, the sound loud, her rage barely veiled. “She is not Varkoness,” Ravena snapped. “Not yet. We have not determined who among the princes was born first. And as things stand, my husband is most likely to be crowned Alph