Archer Queen Smut Novels & Stories

“I’m a Ravenfield, the rightful Alpha of that pack, of my home. I will lead them and care for them just like my father taught me. I will also be Queen because I have a partner who’s willing to help me, who’s comfortable and happy with me being my own person. I will do both because both are my birthrights, and no one will tell me otherwise.” “Well said, my dear.” Callan praised as he grinned at me and smirked at his mate with a teasing glint in his eyes. “Such fire. Don’t cower in the icy stare of a woman who delights in making people feel small or inferior, because you are anything but. She is most assuredly a good match for our Cadmus.” I blushed deeply and hid my face as a few of the other

I started the hot water and when I sank into it I finally allowed myself to cum with Damion on my mind. End flashback... I found myself touching myself now as the memory flooded over me. I told myself that it was because I wanted Christian but the little stubborn bitch inside me knew that it was for him. Even now my body still craved his touch. I moaned out my release all while trying to lie to myself that Christan was the reason for my orgasm.

The smell of burnt fur and moans of pain was heard as Alice shifted back into her human form. “Rook, Crystal, please forgive me.” Rook’s mother bowed her head in submission and apology. Aria looked over to where she stood ignoring everyone else. She dipped her head and her fearsome mouth trailing smoke, rested against Rook’s chest as she stared into his eyes. He slowly nodded at whatever she was saying to him. “Aria and Crystal forgives you mother. Aria carries the mate mark because it will endanger me if anyone sees it on Crystal when she is working.”

To save their plague-stricken region, they offered hundreds of crates of supplies and 300 trained warriors each year in exchange for the epidemic antidote I had created. "Healer Megan, tomorrow the North Kingdom's Alpha King will arrive with their council. I will announce at the handover ceremony that I will take you as my mate. Jerry will also officially become my son under the witness of the pack elders and the Moon Goddess," Milo informed me. He gently held me in his arms, and I felt my heart overflow with his love. … The next day, Milo, Jerry, and I had just arrived at the site where the handover ceremony would take place when a familiar voice called out through the wind.

I sometimes think this is a new tradition brought in recently with mates getting married as once you’re marked you have a bond for life and this is normally only broken when one of the pair dies, but this has been changed again with more mate pairs rejecting each other either from the beginning or when they no longer want to be with the other person later down the line. “Are you happy? Was this everything you wanted My Queen?” Ryder whispered in my ear, I was able to just about hear him over the music that was playing during the reception, but with him being so close sent shivers down my spine. “I’m very happy My King and this was a perfect day, the crown is perfect thank you.” I replied, ge

another answered. A pause. Then, quieter—closer now, almost thoughtful: “Look at the wounds.” Fabric shifted. Hands moved—not rough, not gentle either. Efficient. Her sleeve was pulled back just enough to expose torn flesh beneath, the bite marks jagged and deep, edges darkened with drying blood. One of them exhaled softly. Not shock. Recognition. “That’s not clean.” “No,” the second voice agreed. “It’s not controlled.” “Unstable?” “Has to be.”

I said, “but we’ll find her.” My Beta jumped to write down everything that I could remember, so we could issue a notice. I would find her. She was my mate, chosen by the Moon Goddess herself. She would be the Luna Queen. The only one.

I opened my hidden safe, retrieving the collection I’d amassed: Wolfsbane, nightshade, mistletoe extract, and a powder from a witch in the neutral territories enough to cause a miscarriage, disguised as natural complications. She thought herself clever, brave but she had no idea. I had planned this longer than she’d imagined. By tomorrow night, Kael would be free to choose a proper mate. A she-wolf. Strong. Worthy. His children, real wolf children, not fragile humans. The curve of my lips held no warmth. Mercy didn’t exist here. Security detail or not, I’d been inside these walls for three years. The game was starting. And I intended to win.

Do not play with Archer. _____ She put on her hoody and wiped out the stain of blood on her lips as she took the courage to open the door of their house. She knew she would be doomed the moment her brother found out that she got into trouble again. She got into a fight, as usual. She has her reasons, and she badly wants to turn her life upside down. Selah Damson is so desperate for a change that she wants it to happen right away.

As I talk right now, the kingdom of Archer is finding it very difficult to free themselves from the damage done to them, they lost their warriors, lost most of the women and all their prisoners were freed, in fact, I was told how that they are no more warriors in the kingdom of Archer, and that it was because they were slaughtered in the valley of Ama, my Kings, we all know how powerful that Shamugar, the late king of Acher was, how he was seen as the god of the southern kingdoms until the day he died. Please my kings, I beg for a rethink." "Which rethink!" another elder interrupted. "My kings, and fellow elders, I greet you. how long shall will be rethinking? let us not allow fear to creep