Date A Live White Queen Novels & Stories

he said. “The Alpha has announced that he found the queen and that there will be an official ceremony next week,” she said, “I asked around about what he meant, as people seemed to get excited about the announcement, and there is apparently some prophecy about a werewolf with special powers, and they think that it’s Kaeleigh.” “Shit!” Alrik exclaimed. “We need to get her out now.” My dad scowled at him before continuing “Meagan, is your cover compromised?”

“The light that touched us—” “Belonged to a child,” the Queen interrupted, crouching. Her fingertips brushed the stone floor, reverent and possessive. “A pure White Wolf. Born tonight. A male.” A ripple of dread passed through the coven. “One I can breed,” the Queen added calmly. “No prophecy speaks of a White Wolf returning,” one witch whispered, shaking. “That line died centuries ago.” The Queen smiled—without warmth. “Apparently, their Goddess disagrees.” She rose, cloaks swirling around her legs like living shadows.

"Oh my father asked for my help. Also the young Summer stumbled upon our island. However, we need to talk." Lesedi did not continue but made a gesture with her hand showing her hair. Selena understood that t was important. That only happens to the queen of white witches. It had been a while since a true white witch lived amongst them. Selena was part which as well. Therefore, Lesedi respected her as their queen. Her maternal grandmother was the pure white witch. Her mother had raven black hair with white strands. After her mother stepped down, Selena had to be the queen. She never knew that her own long lost daughter would turn out to be the queen. She was elated.

He endured all the tasks for his life and the familia, now his task is to become someone invincible. The King and Queen of the night aren't they match made in hell? Laila Flashback Freshman year College I woke up to the blaring sound of my alarm clock. A presence that another day has begun. I can't choose whether it was the beginning of impending doom or I would be facing the stunning rays of the sunshine at the edge of the cliff.

Brandon lowered his head, pressing his lips against the warm skin behind Robin’s ear, his voice loud enough to echo in the private box: "The necklace is fifty million, Robin. But the queen wearing it is priceless." Up on the balcony, framed by diamonds and draped in emerald fire, Robin rested her hand over Brandon’s forearm, looking down at the ruined, terrified faces of Dane and Nicole below with a chilling, victorious smile.

Thick, white semen gushed out in spurts, its scorching heat filling her tender womb. “Ahhh… I’m coming… Brother… Brother… Ahhh…” With her tender flower filled to the brim with semen, Sarah’s entire body shuddered as she trembled through her climax; a large gush of clear love juice spurted out, splashing onto Ethan’s thick cock. Ethan slowly withdrew his massive cock, and thick, lustful semen trickled out, its rich white color coating her entire tender, rosy flower. This sent another wave of heat through his lower body, reigniting his desire.

"I, Elijah Deveraux, King of the werewolves, renounce my position. I freely hand over the reins to my heir Alina Deveraux, carrying the position granted by our bloodline from this day forth, to be known as Queen of the werewolves, long live the Queen!" Alina took her position beside her father, cutting her palm, and mixing it with her fathers. In a voice rusty from disuse, she intoned, "I, Alina Deveraux accept my position. I freely welcome the responsibilities of the Kingdom, granted by my bloodline from this day forth, Long may my reign continue."

I guess they don't need guns, they all have canines, claws, and super senses so what are the guns for really? We arrived at the kitchen where I met a woman I didn't meet before. She was short and blonde, a little older, maybe in her fifties. She greeted me by bowing to me which I thought was odd. "Queen, this is Claudia, she is deaf," Antonio explained and turned to her before I saw both of their eyes glaze over the same way Alex's eyes did before. I think this might be a way of communication and I understood that he was introducing me to her. She smiled at me, and I understood that she was confirming that she understood him.

The first note sweeps through the room, sending a plague of goosebumps to erupt along the back of my neck, and the congregation stand as all eyes are focused on the doors at the back of the church. The large polished mahogany doors are pulled wide open and a breath later, Konstatin makes his grand entrance. It takes everything inside me not to bust through the door and tear his fucking head off. I inhale sharply through my nose as my gaze falls upon Zeynep. Konstatin has a deathly grip on her arm that is covered in lace. She is dressed from head to toe in white. Her elegant wedding dress pools around her, and the train drags along the red carpet in a waterfall of delicately embroidered lace.

Life. The Queen is awake. Not merely awake, present. Propped against pillows, hair braided back, hands wrapped in fresh bandage. Pale, yes, but the gray is gone from her skin, replaced with a returning, stubborn color. Her eyes track me instantly, as if she’s been waiting for the exact moment I stepped through the door. “You held,” she says, voice rough but controlled. “We did,” I answer. “All of us.” Her gaze slides to Adrian like a blade testing a seam.