Archer Queen Smut Novels & Stories

Archie winked as he nudged my elbow. I glanced at Amber, who was sat next to Maddie with her brown eyes wide open. She opened her mouth to speak, but then quickly shut it after deciding against the idea. I shook my head and gave them all a playful giggle. “I have my wolf, I’m officially mated to Nate and I’m half faerie. Actually, I’m the future Queen of Midsummer.”

“I’m not quite sure I want my future queen exposing herself to so much danger.” “I am not your wife yet,” Adalia walked in when the query was weighing heavy in the air. Archer’s jaw dropped. Adalia looked mighty and beautiful in her suit of armor. Her hair was tied up in a ponytail and her hand was firmly around the hilt of her sword. She was a vision. And this time when their eyes locked he felt a tinge of pride, adoration and want towards her. Now she was a woman he would be proud to call his Queen.

Instead, I redirected my steps towards the queen. As I entered the grand room, the queen turned her attention towards her, a warm smile gracing her regal features. Approaching me, she gently cupped her face, a gesture filled with affection and pride. "My dear, tomorrow marks the day of your mating ceremony with Axel," the queen announced, her voice carrying a mix of excitement and tenderness. "After that, you will officially become my daughter, and our kingdom will rejoice in your union."

He could solely crawl back and back. Meanwhile, Madam Queenie Qamra was seen stepping forward and forward, approaching her prey with her awful, dreadful and terrifying eyesight. She was even smiling queerly and sarcastically, which made her look even more horrifying. She could step forward and forward whereas the wood wand was still stuck on her back and her blood was still dropping little by little.

A smile lit up her face; as she let out a breathy laugh. "Exactly, so Penelope Hawkin, Bloodstone warrior. Dragon heart and tamer of beasts. The future queen of dragons. What are you going to do out in that ring today? Will you bow down and take your death like a coward, or will you walk out there with your head held high and give Delmira the fight she wasn't expecting, all while stripping her of her pride and ego?" "I'm no coward." I bit back, a fire igniting within my chest once again.

her lips turned into a thin line, brows furrowed as she sighed. "Maybe she is the gift of the Moon Goddess for us, we would raise her, she'll be ours from now on." "Really?" Her eyes sparkled with hope and joy. Arthur closed the distance between their thirsty lips, giving her a small pack on lips. "Ain't I lucky? I got my mate's love and a beautiful gift from Moon Goddess in just one night. Her name will be Elara, she looks as lovely as moonlight." He stroked the baby's tiny head and kissed her forehead before going back to the conquest celebration and officially announcing Harriet as the pack's Luna Queen amongst the pack members, and Elara as their princess and the heir to the throne.

She looked resigned, but agreed. “I need my weapons, honey. Serena will know what I want. I have clothes for fighting in, but I need my neck-guard. With luck, he’ll come by himself, but it’s not likely. When you get Aria to the house, I want her to be marked by Moran. The vampire wants a queen. We’re going to make sure he can’t have her.” I ordered. “A queen?” Aria squeaked with surprise. “Yes. You’re a queen, too, my sweet love. I want you mated to Jeremiah. It’s the only way to ensure Devere can’t get you.” I told her.

There is no alternative. I shook my head and my discomfort pricked me. I cannot... somebody who puts his life in danger of mine? I... I don't even know them. I can't ask that of anyone." “You do not have a choice,” Rowan said. “It is not a question of asking; it is a matter of survival. You are queen now, Auri. You must act accordingly." I heaved a sigh and leaned against the bed in an attempt to wrap my head around it. "When will I meet this knight?"

“Ting.” The Archivist didn't appear in the shadows this time. He appeared standing on the very edge of the drawbridge, his feet hovering over the abyss. “Task Twelve: A Queen must have a crown. To break the morale of the Southern knights, you must manifest the ‘Frost-Glow.’ Use the heat of the mark behind your ear to ignite the air around you. Show them the North has claimed you.” I closed my eyes. I didn't fight the burning behind my ear this time. I leaned into it. I thought of the well where I had died. I thought of the cold tea. I thought of the fire Kaelen had lit in my soul.

Her hair floated like a halo of smoke, her presence crushing the air from Adrien’s lungs. He gasped, knees threatening to buckle beneath her sheer weight. Liora’s laughter rang out, his daughter’s laugh, high and innocent, but twisted, layered with the Queen’s voice. It was coming from inside her chest. Adrien’s stomach dropped. “Get out of her!” he screamed, flame searing upward, his fury so raw it blinded him. He threw everything, his soul, his fire, his pain, straight at the Queen. The blast struck. The void screamed. For a moment, the Queen staggered, her body flickering as though the flame had torn through her form. Adrien’s heart surged, hope, desperate and wild.