Archer Queen Smut Novels & Stories

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.

She ran blindly, feet tangled in roots, branches slapping her face and arms, but she didn’t stop. Behind her, the snarls came again, closer now. Heavy paws struck the earth with a thundering rhythm. Aaron—no, the creature he had become—was hunting her. She darted left, then right, branches clawing her arms, hair snagging on jagged bark. Pain shot up her legs, her lungs burned, but the instinct to survive roared louder than fear. She could feel him behind her—smelling her, tasting the air she breathed. Then he caught her.

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.

But my lovely prize is now swimming in hate and disgust, pulling away from me. “Erebus, let me go, you foul creature,” Emera yells with all her might. She bites my arm and draws blood, making me drop her angrily. I nurse the bloody gash on my forearm by licking it closed and still watching her. The Queen is groggy from the powder potion that subdued her. Trying to shake off her stupor, she rises but is too weak to carry herself upright. I reach out to help, and she defiantly pushes me aside.

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

A man on the boat reached out his hand to help me up. His face was hidden in shadow, but I could see a scar running down his cheek. I watched the flames and bid farewell to my former self. From this moment on, there was no more Serena Ferrari. From now on, I would become my own queen.