Archer Queen Smut Novels & Stories

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.

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.

She left before giving him a chance to reply. Archer stared at the sexy figure of the retreating blonde beauty and was instantly filled with lust. He had devoured many beautiful she-wolfs before and it was always easy for him as they easily fell for his charms, but, this unmated she-wolf was hard to please. He had heard a lot about her. She was the first-ever female head warrior and could fight really well. She was the perfect combination of beauty and strength. He was sipping his drink and imagining having a passionate night with Adele when he heard his phone ring. He checked and saw it was his friend Chris. "Have you arrived yet?" asked Archer.

Her gaze cut to the Twins, but her words carried to every corner of the chamber. “We are stronger together, not as pawns to ancient voices, but as one coven, one Crown. I will not spill your blood, though I could. I will not break you, though I have the power. I command you …stand aside. Lay down your fear. Lay down your false orders. Your Queen has returned.”

The warriors were shocked by the miraculous healing and they exchanged confusing glances at each other. Their eyes landed on Sierra who remained silent and not struggling with them. “Let her go” The Queen ordered and they released Sierra. Rouf could not meet the queen’s eyes and even while arresting Sierra, he could not move closer to anyone in the room. He remained by the door staring at the queen and looking away when caught. “First, seize that bastard right away” Queen Tamara ordered and the warriors hurried to surround Rouf. “My Queen! You just became well and standing and you’re …” King Blade was talking when the queen smiled at him heartily.

He was her mate. They could fix this. As long as they were connected. “Ariadne, I just found out. I- I could have helped you. I-” “Archer,” she said softly. She walked forward, looking up at him. Archer raced down the stairs and pulled her into a tight hug. Nieve growled in his head as his eyes locked with Kurnich. The king of the Lycan just grinned a sharp-toothed grin at Archer, his red eyes gleaming.

Arric yelled out as he moved his play piece to corner my King on the chess board. “Must you yell?” Past Azura winced as she covered her ears, but in a playful manor. “I think everyone in town heard you.” “Oh come on! This is the first time I have beat you in this game. I am ready to go to the top of the mountain to let the whole world know that for the first time in thousands of year's I, Arric Chasm, have over powered the Dragon Queen.” I snorted at that comment. This was the first time I was referenced as a Queen. While it was technically true, the idea of being Queen sounded weird. I was anything but regal.

"Fly to Theartera. Watch the chambers. Tell me if he has bought the girl - the hybrid of twenty years." The eagle's cry rattled the rafters. Courtiers flinched. The queen lifted her hand in dismissal. Like lightening, the large bird flew out through the high window. The queen's reflection continued to dance. "If the blood is ripe...." She murmured. "....soon it shall be mine." She rose, her gown trailing smoke across marble. "Lord Seth Frankfurt...." She said, savoring the name. "....a petty fool. He ignored my bid and sold his daughter to Aramisius."

"How did she look?" "Like a queen, sir," Archer said. His voice was steady, but there was a tension in his shoulders that hadn't been there when I left. "She held the room. The ring... it did exactly what you intended. Every eye was on her but she didn't flinch once." A ghost of a smile touched my lips. Of course she didn't. She was a Drene; she was born for the spotlight, even if she’d spent years trying to hide from it. But the smile faded as I caught Archer’s eyes in the rearview mirror.