Archer Queen Smut Novels & Stories

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.

She pointed a trembling finger straight at me, her voice ringing out clear and loud with triumph disguised as outrage. “SEIZE HIM! He’s poisoned the Queen!”

* Alpha Archer * Victory should have felt like triumph, because I worked hard to get it. However it felt different. The cheering on the mountain, the roaring of the crowd, the blinding flare of the Alpha King's seal as it marked me the champion of the trials, those were sounds and sights I had dreamed of since I was a child. To win my battles. Yet as I stood before the throne, the weight of the final proclamation settled over my shoulders like chains. "Alpha Archer of the Western Pack," the herald declared. "You are the victor of the Summit. By decree of the Alpha King, you are to be granted a royal fiancée, the strongest she-wolf of the Silver Division. Princess Lyra."

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.

Samarth's hands rested upon the throne's armrests, his gaze fixed intently upon the chief advisor, anticipating counsel. Yuvraj, the Chief Advisor, stepped forward, executing a precise, low bow. "Your Most Gracious and Illustrious Majesty, King Samarth, I bring tidings of grave import. Mayhap, with your permission, I might enlighten you regarding the perturbing developments along our eastern borders, specifically concerning the actions of Queen Calantha of Everia?"

she gestured toward the throne area. Axe looked at the woman, her hair was long, with light slingshots, brown and shiny, her green eyes and serious face didn't leave much to see, however of one thing he was sure, she was an alpha, she smelled subtly of Hortensias, Pine and Caramel, sweet and refreshing but at a low level, as if she was using some tonic or her wolf wanted to hide, the queen nodded towards Axe in greeting, the omega did the same.

she asked casually, as if she were referring to a piece of trash. "Send her to the underground crematorium," I answered without hesitation. "Burn her completely. I don't want a single trace of her left in this world. Dispose of the ashes as well." Eloise, who had once ruled the underground boxing arena as its undisputed queen, didn't even end up with a grave marker. Like a venomous snake hiding in the darkness, she was drained of her last bit of use and turned into a pile of worthless ashes. She had vanished without a trace.

Lumina glanced at her before a smirk played on her lips, " You don't trust your own sister, do you? I am the Archimage. You should trust me!" Lunaria rolled her eyes, " I don't mind trusting as long as you don't subject those innocent people, Lumina!" Lumina scoffed and then looked at Lycan Queen, " Only Mother Queen understands my ambitions. You are too kind-hearted." Lunaria placed the glass of wine and stood up, " Once I stop funding your craziness, I don't think you will call me kind-hearted." " You won't dare!" Lumina snapped, her voice cold.