Date A Live White Queen Novels & Stories

“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.

Daniel asked serving as a mouth piece to both William and Emma. "You don't know?" Alisa paused staring at the ignorance in their faces. "Emma here is the queen of the white witches," she then turned to William. "I thought you knew, that white witch that killed Rex wasn't surprised because she couldn't hurt you, she was because only a queen white witch's protection can be invulnerable to attacks from other white witches." "Wait, I thought it was all white witches?" Daniel asked. "No, only a queen has that power, and Emma has it, the pure white light. All the others has yellow."

"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.

The noisy living room fell silent in an instant, and even the air seemed to have frozen over. Overwhelming Alpha pressure radiated from Leonard, forcing everyone present to bow their heads instinctively. "The…The Alpha King?" Timothy swallowed hard, trying to suppress the terror welling up within. Even so, his hand clutching the slave serum trembled. "Sasha has already been marked. She cannot marry you. Who here is your Luna Queen?" "Beta Timothy Newsom." Leonard sneered. "Who gave you the right to address me like that?"

I didn't know how long I was planning to hide in this room but I wasn't in the mood to see Laura or Bryce again tonight. "I am sorry, but the Queen mother requested your presence and it's not negotiable." I almost groaned at her words. What more did the Luna Queen want? I already married Bryce, had sex with him. Couldn't she wait two days for the pregnancy test like everyone else? What more does she want from me! I really should have read that contract. I made a mental note to do it after dinner, if I survive it. "Okay, give me five minutes." I told her. I quickly freshened up, changing only the now dirty white top into a blue one, and then went to the door opening it.