Arachnid Queen Novels & Stories

Even so, the Queen's damsel-in-distress histrionics made everyone's hearts skipped several beats. Yet even with her astonishingly old age, no man, least of all warriors, could hardly deny her charms. Compared to most people, the passage of time felt shorter to Immortal-Level lords; one simple bout of solitary meditation alone could take decades. Nevermind the fact that the Queen looked barely twenty with her ravishing looks and innocent youth-like exuberance. "Good Heavens, she's no Elf. She's a succubus. A creature with the most irresistible allure," muttered Weng Xiong quietly.

So I asked again. "Who is she? The Queen of what?" He gave me a look of disbelief before he started explaining. "Contrary to what most of us believe, the one who first united the seven werewolf packs and ruled the werewolf kingdom as one was not a man. She was a woman—the Queen of werewolves. She was the one who built the palace where we're going to live with our pups. She lived in that palace for about seven hundred years with her lover, Andrew. Andrew was also known as the first man to become a wolf..."

And it was certainly not a man that I wanted to hold the power that the prophecy alluded to. “You can’t die,” she shook her head. “I’m sorry, but you have to become the Queen. This isn’t just about you and Asher or you and Chase.” Her eyes were lit up “There is something so much bigger at play here,” the excitement in her voice was unreal and she looked around her at something I couldn’t see, “even now I can see all the threads, intertwining with each other,” she looked back at me “We are only at the beginning of this, but you are definitely a key puzzle piece.” “Puzzle piece!” I exclaimed, “Ana talks about them,” and she nodded excitedly.

It was incredibly beautiful to look at and a couple of the Capos touched it as they walked past her watching it ripple over their hands. Lissa stirred but did not wake and Dmitri scolded them, ‘Do not touch the Pakhan’s woman if you wish to remain alive, you all know how possessive he is, you are asking to be shot.’ ‘Of course Sir, it's just that her hair is incredible, it changes color when you touch it and the length, wow, not many women grow their hair like that these days, we've never seen anything like it.’

But then, watching the same people over and over again gets boring overtime. Diving into the book, I reopen to one of my favorite parts of the lycan battles. It is the chapter where the lycan king was brought to his knees by the queen, and makes she him beg her for his life. He wasn’t expecting her, or that she would even do something like that. It is what makes me like it more. I feel like I relate to the queen well. She has always been undermined and underrated, then she wound her full potential and—

THE WEREWOLF KINGDOM: THE ROYAL PACK Queen Areli sat in the office with her arms rested on the desk, staring at the king, her mate. Silence filled the room, just eyes locked with each other, promises being made with one smirking as the other fought a giggle. The opening of a door pulled them from their staring game. Queen Areli, queen to the werewolf kingdom and goddess of darkness, beamed so brightly from the win against her mate in their stare game.

The light seems to be coming from some crystals. At the end of the tunnel, I catch a glimpse of a throne room, and a throne made out of bones. What’s with these people and bones? And on the throne, the largest female scorpion I have ever seen. Not like I have seen a female scorpion before. Two warriors are fanning her. More warriors are around the big room. “Come closer, my dear,” I hear the Queen tell me. “You speak English,” I say. She lifts her left hand, making a sign of getting closer to her. I take a few steps closer to the throne.

Gronta glanced his eyes at Matthew for a second. "Hmm, I suppose you're right. We may need to have a proper discussion about this." Guinevere spoke as if she was siding with Gronta, but her very light smile said otherwise. "By the way, I noticed a certain familiar spider in the group. Do you remember me, Theraphosa Arachne?" Almost everyone was surprised to hear Guinevere mentioned that name. None of them had thought that the elf queen and Theraphosa knew each other. "Of course, your highness.” Theraphosa said while bowing her head.

"I can't wait to go to the mating ceremony. I want to see what kind of magnificent, high-born lady managed to capture the Lycan King's heart. I want to see the Queen!" Torren smirked, wrapping his arm around her waist, thoroughly enjoying her excitement. "Then pack your dresses, my love. In six days, we march to Volca-Crest." Neither of them realized that the "magnificent Queen" waiting for them on the golden throne was the very same girl they had left to rot in the dirt.

In fact, this person wasn’t a man at all. “Mother?” I asked as she widened her eyes and patted her face in search of her mask. Once she realized her mask was off she sighed, then waved shyly to me. “Hello son.” She said nervously. “Oh my… This is confusing indeed. How does a queen of the lion tribe become a master spider shifter?” Jackson asked as she rubbed the back of her neck embarrassed,