Date A Live White Queen Novels & Stories

Charlotte is greeted with surprise when her beloved prince brings home a pregnant she-wolf, and worst of all a half-sister she never knew. The revelation, betrayal and oppressions sentenced her to death, not until life gave her a second chance when a small pack saved her. There she discovers her late mother’s birth pack and discovers her true identity. Five years later, her pack grew into a powerful force. Known as the mysterious Queen of Wolves and the only existing Alpha Female in the world. An invitation to the Moon Ball as her first public appearance and the chance to extract revenge against the royal wolves. It won’t be easy when the dangerous and unpredictable Alpha Alexios has his eye

she announced, and all attention averted at Emma. She immediately stood up from her seat as we clapped our hands at her. She walked in front, climbing up the stage as Haley Carson put her sash on along with the crown, giving her the queen wand. She was smiling from ear-to-ear as claps resounded in the entire gym. Standing on the side once the photographer was done taking her photos, she moved to the side as Lindsey announced the homecoming king. “And now for the homecoming king,” she read the envelope again before continuing, “Caleb Heory.”

I automatically covered my eyes so that I could no longer stare at his hot physique as I yells, "I really don't understand why I'm here! What do you need from me, Adam?!" And he answered, "You played as the white queen and you beat the black queen. That means you are a queen." I felt him grab my arm and pull me closer to him. His warm breath hit my ear while whispering hoarsely, "I want you to be my queen, wit dear."

"I can feel the seed reaching for him." ​I stepped up to his side, drawing both of my obsidian broadswords with a heavy shing. The claim mark on my neck pulsed, burning with golden fire. I was mated to the Alpha of the North. I was the White Queen. And right now, I was a Warlord with nothing left to lose. ​I looked at the twelve Legionnaires, Alaric, and Marcus. ​"You lot hold the line out here," I commanded. "If anything tries to get in or out, kill it. This part... this part is for family."

“But if you need me to speak to the media to clear all these accusations, I’m ready.” Maia smiled faintly, almost in tears. But she only replied, “Not yet. But thank you, Juan.” Juan nodded, then turned away. Meanwhile, Maia watched his back with a tight chest. Because what you’re supporting now is Ruby Moon, Juan, not Maia Queen. And one day… all of this will break. --- At Rose White’s apartment— Rose sat stiffly, staring at the recorded live broadcast. Her face was tense, the wine glass in her hand trembling slightly.

Against all odds. But holding is not the same as winning. And eventually, they could not hold anymore. I turned the page. And found a portrait. Just a sketch, really. Pen and ink. Faded with age. A woman. She was not young in the portrait, but she was not old either. She was somewhere in between, in that particular place where a person stops looking like what they were and starts looking like what they are. Her hair was loose. Her expression was not afraid. Mira. Last Queen of the Witch Covens. Keeper of the High Flame. Killed in the forty-third year of the Crimson War by Aldric the Elder, great-great-grandfather of the current Alpha King.

Damon raised his eyes in surprise. It was said that the former chairman of Queen Corp and his family died in a fire three years ago. Now, out of nowhere, the eldest daughter of the Queen family appeared, and she had even managed to outplay the most capable candidate, Jonah, to become the new chairman. It was clear that this woman had some skills. Queen Corp had always been a potential partner for Price Corp, but with the change in leadership, things had gotten more interesting. "Prepare the car. We're going to Queen Corp!"

Sure, I felt her aura getting stronger as time passed, but when she shifted, I couldn’t believe my eyes! She was almost pure white! A pure white wolf is unheard of, and personally, I’ve never seen one - until now, and I instantly knew what that meant, thanks to that annoying, rambling, secret little birdie that likes to stay hidden in the basement. It’s the sign and color of our Queen, and, more importantly, this Queen is also our savior. She will be the one who is going to free us from the bullshit regime that we have been in for decades.

"What about the dark witch, " I asked. Mera’s voice dropped slightly, much about her" She paused. "She hasn't been heard from in a very long time, nobody talks "And the white witch?" I asked and she pulled to a stop, turned and looked at me. "She's dead. A long time ago, a new one should have been chosen after her death but I guess there's been no one worthy to carry that title. " She said it matter-of-factly. "The rest of us are disciples, we carry pieces of the ability, fractions of what a pure witch

I’ve never wanted to make it official with anyone, well, except Adriana. Even when her stupid, incompetent father had tried to marry her off to me. There wasn’t really confirmation since the wedding never happened. And all the other episodes. We didn’t get married. She hasn’t been given an official title. Now that would change. Tonight, she’ll be the woman on my arm which everyone is curious about. And soon, she’ll be known as my wife. The Lycan queen. My queen. “Let go of me,” Adriana snaps through gritted teeth as she pulls away from my hold. Or should I say, attempt to.