Book Quileute Legends Novels & Stories

Currently Available: Book 1 - A Queen Among Alphas (completed and also available on paperback) Bite-Size Luna - A prequel spin-off to A Queen Among Alphas (completed and coming soon to paperback) Book 2 - A Queen Among Snakes (completed and coming soon to paperback) Book 3 - A Queen Among Blood (completed and coming soon to paperback) Book 4 - A Queen Among Darkness (completed and coming soon to paperback) Whole Again - A Queen among Alphas spin-off (completed and coming soon to paperback) Book 5 - A Queen Among Tides (completed and coming soon to paperback) Book 6 - A Queen Among Gods (ongoing) COMING SOON IN THE SERIES: Book 7 - A Queen Among Tempests Runaway Empress - A Queen Among Snakes

Giselle sat on a velvet couch with a set of ancient scrolls in hand. They had retrieved it from the ruins of Qluyln Hills along the valley of Rivendell. The symbols in the scroll were ancient and no one alive spoke or used that symbols anymore. Giselle spent hours on deciphering it for years now. She had learned many ancient languages, scriptures, and scrolls during her younger days and she tried her best to figure it out. The scroll was important because it was from the Qluyln hills. The place was the last Qistina was killed.

“He told me all about the Trials, Zelda. A-and the creatures we could come into contact with. He showed me this book, which is basically a guide to the Trials. It has little clues and tips. This could really help us.” I studied the book and my eyes widened. The little tips were handwritten, in Argaras’s handwriting. Minotaurs like shiny things Mermaids like hair raising fun Griffons like to laugh Phoenixs don’t like when you hurt. “Zeke, I have no idea what this shit means.” I laughed slightly. “But this will definitely help.” “It’s the least I can do.” He sighed. “If I’ve helped Uquix fall under the reign of the Aleni, I’ll never forgive myself.”

My heart raced again when he knelt before me without minding the dirty floor and placed the canvas beside him. This time I felt like my heart gonna jump out of me. He grabbed my left anklet gently. I flinched when his warm palm touched my foot. I tried to pull off my leg but he tightened his grip. I frowned, he placed my foot on his thick thigh and massaged it with his long thick fingers and warm palm. It felt so good. I threw my head back slightly and caged my lips in between my teeth to bite back a moan which tried to escape but I moaned when he pressed his fingers behind my ankelt.

Soft yellow light surrounded her bed when she switched on her side lamp, Elara coughed lightly as she blew on the white cloth which covered the book. Removing the cloth she stared at the black large book , her soft hazel- brown eyes widened as she stared at the title of the book, her long dark eyelashes flickered as she roamed her eyes on that book. THE LEGEND ALPHA PRINCE, that was the title of the book, she softly ran her fingers on the book and surprisingly that letters glowed by her touch as if it had recognised its owner. Taking a deep breath Elara opened the book, her hands trembling as her long wavy brown hairs flew because of strange wind, She frowned as she took in the sight of a st

Valentina slid into the last stall, locked it, and set the briefcase on the narrow shelf above the toilet. Her hands moved fast, efficient. The key turned with a faint click, and the lid lifted. There it was. The ledger. Black leather, worn at the edges, its pages thick with ink. She flipped it open, her breath catching as names and numbers spilled across the paper: shipments, ports, bribes, politicians bought and paid for—routes carved in blood. It wasn’t just a ledger—it was an empire written in code and ink. Her chest tightened. If Dante wanted this, it wasn’t for leverage—it was for war.

he asked, his voice quieter this time, as if afraid to disturb the peace of the shop. I glanced at him, “I love them,” I said, running my fingers along the spines of the books. “They’re like an escape—a way to step into another world, even if it’s just for a little while.” He nodded, his gaze lingering on me for a moment too long. “I get that,” he said, his voice barely audible. I stopped in front of a section labeled Legends and Lore. The titles immediately caught my eye: The Myths of Moonsdale, The Wolves of the Moonlight, The Moon’s Chosen.

Kiara made herself comfortable on the bed and opened up to the very first chapter of the book. She ran her fingers over it, as if unsure the words would remain. When the words did not disappear like she feared, she expelled a shaky breath, then began reading. There are legends that are not just legends, and myths that are not just myths. We are one of them. Within the confines of this pack’s borders, we exist, and we are different from everyone else - different from them in a way that fear them, in a way that has them gritting their teeth and wondering who we are.

the spirit mused then invited, "come over to the bookshelf. It's time we conducted a little research." Miranda rose her eyebrows in bewilderment and shook her head, "I guess." She sighed out, then she approached the bookshelf where the ghost started to point out which books Miranda needed to read. By the time Miranda sat at the small table, she had up to ten books piled on the wooden surface. "Now, let's start with The Legends of the Wolfe, then we'll read Creatures of the Moon, Myths Versus Facts, then we can go from there." The ghost coached.

The snow was still falling when Leila pulled the threadbare quilt tighter around her shoulders and glanced over at the notebook lying open on the low table. It looked innocent enough, the cracked leather and yellowed pages giving it the vibe of something that ought to be filled with long-forgotten recipes or notes on which fertilizer worked best for dahlias. But inside she found something else —a mess of Gothic architecture sketches, topographical diagrams and hastily written notes that looked like the fevered scribbling of a medieval cartographer gone mad.